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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,
Dipped, and returned it running o'er;—
I drank, and never thirsted more.

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,
Laid Him on my own couch to rest;
Then made the hearth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

5 In prison I saw Him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;

The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored Him 'midst shame and scorn:

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 Stranger darted from disguise;

The tokens in His hands I knew ;
My Saviour stood before my eyes!
He spake, and my poor name He named:
"Of Me thou hast not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto Me."
JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1852.

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,
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 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,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled;
His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for His child,
I can no longer fear.

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.

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
To wash away their sin :

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean,

Singing, Glory, glory, etc.

4 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name ;
So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,

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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
To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost its venomed sting

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me

May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,

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,
O Lord, Thy blessing we implore;
We meet to read, and sing, and pray :
Be with us, then, through this Thy day.
2 Our fervent prayer to Thee ascends
For parents, teachers, foes, and friends;
And when we in Thy house appear,
Help us to worship in Thy fear.

3 When we on earth shall meet no more,
May we above to glory soar;

And praise Thee in more lofty strains,
Where one eternal Sabbath reigns. ANON.

20.

L. M. 6 lines.

At evening time let there be Light.
T evening time let there be light;
Life's little day draws near its close;
Around me fall the shades of night,
The night of death, the grave's repose:
To crown my joys, to end my woes,
At evening time let there be light.

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