3 I spied Him where a fountain burst, Clear from the rock;-His strength was gone; The heedless waters mocked His thirst, He heard it, saw it hurrying on. I ran to raise the Suff'rer up; Thrice from the stream He drained my cup, 4 'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof; I heard His voice abroad, and flew To bid Him welcome to my roof. I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, 5 In prison I saw Him next, condemned The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for Him would die: The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried, "I will!" 6 Then, in a moment, to my view The tokens in His hands I knew ; 16. Intercession and Pardon. H. M. RISE, my soul, arise; Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears. Before the throne my Surety stands, 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 Five bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me: "Forgive him, O forgive!" they cry "Nor let that ransomed sinner die." 4 The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One: He cannot turn away The presence of His Son. His Spirit answers to the blood, 5 My God is reconciled; With confidence I now draw nigh, CHARLES WESLEY, 1742. 17. Children around the Throne. P. M. (Trio, 118.) ROUND the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high." 2 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace and joy and love? How came those children there? Singing, Glory, glory, etc. 3 Because the Saviour shed His blood Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Singing, Glory, glory, etc. 4 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, From which none ever wake to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, 4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me May such a blissful refuge be! And wait the summons from on high. MRS. MARGARET M'KAY, 1832. 19. The Assembled School. L. M. (Trio, 111.) SSEMBLED in our school once more, 3 When we on earth shall meet no more, And praise Thee in more lofty strains, 20. L. M. 6 lines. At evening time let there be Light. |