ARLINGTON. C. M. T. A. ARNE. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found-Was blind, but now I see. AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound I once was lost, but now am found Was blind, but now I see. THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed! That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the vail A life of joy and peace. 5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be for ever mine. Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue ROGET. C. M. John Newton. Salvation!-oh, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A William Cowper. J. BARNBY. cordial for our fears. GLASGOW. C. M. G. F. ROOT. Great God, when I approach thy throne, And all thy glory see; This is my stay, and this a-lone, That Je-sus died for me. GREAT God, when I approach thy throne, And all thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me. 2 How can a soul condemned to die, 3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, 4 And, Lord, when I behold thy face, JESUS, and didst thou leave the sky, To bear our griefs and woes? And didst thou bleed, and groan and die, For thy rebellious foes? 2 Well might the heavens with wonder view A love so strange as thine! No thought of angels ever knew 3 Is there a heart that will not bend 4 Oh! may our willing hearts confess Anne Steele. W. H. Bathurst. LENOX. H. M. J. EDSON. A-rise, my soul,a-rise! Shake offthy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my be-half appears; Before the throne my Surety stands, Before the throne my Surety stands: My name is written on his hands. ARISE, my soul, arise! Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands: My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear; I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, Charles Wesley. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow;— To earth's remotest bound, 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mournful souls, be glad: The year of jubilee is come: Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. YE saints, your music bring, Till earth and heaven resound; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string. 2 The cross, the cross alone, The prince of darkness fell; 3 The cross hath power to save A passage to the skies; The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints, each joyful string. Andrew Reed people's cause to plead: He stands in heav'n their great High Priest, And bears their names upon his breast. THY works, not mine, O Christ, They bid my fear depart: To whom, save thee, who canst alone 2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save thee, who canst alone 3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, The balm that makes me whole: Would have been all too few: To whom, save thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? Horatius Bonar. NAUMANN. C. M. 51. Arr. fr. NAUMANN. Eternal Light! e ter-nal Light! How pure the soul must be, When,placed within thy ETERNAL Light! eternal Light! When, placed within thy searching sight, 2 The spirits that surround thy throne, 3 There is a way for man to rise To that sublime abode: An offering and a sacrifice, An advocate with God. 4 These, these prepare us for the sight The sons of ignorance and night Thomas Binney. 2 Thou didst the gospel-trumpet sound O'er all the world afar; And summon from their sleep profound The dead, who lay in darkness round, To hail the Morning Star. 3 Thine be all praise for evermore, From all salvation's heirs; Thy goodness, truth, and love, and power, Let all created worlds adore In holy hymns and prayers. 4 O thou, who teachest us to place Edward Caswall, tr. |