24 W. Bright. And Now, O Father. (UNDE ET MEMORES.) W. H. Monk on 1. And now, Fa-ther, mind- ful of the love That bought us, once for 2. Look, Father, look on His a-nointed face, And 3. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By 4. And so we come; O draw us to Thy feet, Most only look this prevail - ing patient Saviour, ly Of-f'ring We here present, we here spread forth to Thee, That on Our pray❜r so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! be-tween our do Thine ut most for their souls' true weal! From taint - ing mis-chief liv er us from of ill: In ev'ry touch De Thine own service perfect in Thine eyes, sins and their re- ward, keep them white and clear, make us glad and free, The one true, pure im-mortal Sacrifice. 1. Call them in! 2. Call them in! the poor, the wretch-ed, Sin-stained wan-d'rers from the fold; 3. Call them in! the broken-hearted, Cow-'ring 'neath the brand of shame: Bid them come and rest in Jesus! He is wait-ing: call them in! Robe, and ring, and kiss of par-don, Wait the lost ones: call them in! Call them in the lost and lonely: Christ is com-ing: call them in! A-men. 4. Heal our wounds; our strength re- new: On our dryness pour Thy dew; Come, Thou Source of all our store! Come, with- in our bosoms shine! astray. A-men. 5 On the faithful, who adore In Thy sevenfold gifts descend; Give them joys that never end. 28 Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing. Robert Robinson. (NETTLETON.) Job Wyeth, 1. Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart - e zer; Hith er by to sing Thy grace; Thy help I'm come; be! Streams of Let mer cy, never ceas ing, Call for songs of loud-est praise, I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safe ly to ar rive at home. Thy good ness, like а ter, Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee: fet |