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.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood

Throughout the world proclaim.
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

399

C. Wesley.

C. M.

THERE is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins,

And sinners, plung'd 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 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, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

W. Cowper.

400

O JESUS, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow toss'd,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry,
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.

3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms,
There death itself is gain.

C. M.

4 And when I stand before Thy throne, And all Thy glories see,

Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.

401

E. H. Bickersteth.

C. M.

LORD Jesus, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love!

Thou one with us on Calvary,

We one with Thee above.

2 Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down,
With us of flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery, one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;

The gall, the curse, the wrath, were
Thine,

To set Thy members free.

4 Ascended now, in glory bright, Still one with us Thou art;

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height

Thy saints and Thee can part.

5 Oh, teach us, Lord, to know and own This wondrous mystery,

That Thou with us art truly one,

And we are one with Thee.

6 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, When, seated on Thy throne,

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That Thou with us art one.

402

J. G. Deck.

O LORD, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life,
With tears and bitter cry.
Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin;
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.

C. M. 81.

2 We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell ;
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well.

Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With tears we come to Thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.

3 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,

When Thou dost know, before we speak, The thing that we would have.

Mercy, O Lord, we mercy ask,
This is the total sum;

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let Thy mercy come!

J. Markant. Alt. R. Heber.

403

C. M.

WHEN Wounded sore the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,

Can salve the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'T is Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,

His heart that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief.

5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

404

Mrs. C. F. Alexander. Alt.

DEPTH of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

7s.

2 I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

3 Kindled His relentings are,
Me He now delights to spare ;
Cries, "How shall I give thee up!"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

4 There for me the Saviour stands,

Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands; God is love I know, I feel :

Jesus lives and loves me still.

405

C. Wesley.

SAVIOUR! when in dust to Thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee,
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
Oh, by all Thy pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany!

2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread mysterious hour,
Of the insulting tempter's power:
Turn, oh turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

7s. 81.

3 By the sacred grief that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed

Over Salem's loved abode ;