Stay not till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim-The Lord is come!

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C. M.

Being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him.-ROM. 5. 9.

THE

HERE is a fountain, filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
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
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song. I'll sing thy power to save;

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.

Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers.
Death. like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Bright fields beyond the swelling food
Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 0, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes;—

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

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C. M

A name which is above every name.-PHIL. 2. 9.
HERE is a name I love to hear;

Tlove to speak its worth:

It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.

3 Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear!

No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

4 His name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this stormy road,

Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.

5 And there, with all the blood-bought throng.

From sin and sorrow free,

I'll sing the new eternal song

Of Jesus' love for me.

174

S. M.

And whosoever will, let him take the water of life

freely.-REV. 22. 17.

HE Spirit in our hearts

THE

Is whispering, sinner, come!

The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims

To all his children, Come!

2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, Come!

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the Fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life!
'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, I quickly come!

Lord, even so! I wait thy hour:
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

175

L. M.

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of

THIN

God.-HEB. 4. 9.

HINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our weary souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place,
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,-
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God

176

8,7.

The glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.-REV. 21. 23.

THIS is not my place of resting

Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hastingOn to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse, hath pass'd away.

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us,
By the streams of life along;
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Nevermore are sad and weary.
Never, never sin again

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He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

MARK 4. 9.

TO-DAY the Saviour calls,

Ye wanderers, come!

Ü, ye benighted souls,

Why longer roam?

2 To-day the Saviour calls!
For refuge fly;

The storm of vengeance falls,
Ruin is nigh.