79.
Praise for the Fountain opened.—Zech. xiii, 1. C.
1 THERE is a fountain fill d with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel 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 have I, as vile as he,
Wash d all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransom d 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.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be,)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me !
7 Tis strung, and tuned for endless years,
And form d by power divine ;
To sound in God the Father s ears
No other name but thine.
80.
They shall be mine, saith the Lord.—Mai. iii, 16-18.
1 WHEN sinners utter boasting words,
And glory in their shame,
The Lord, well pleased, an ear affords,
To those who fear his name.
