MOUNT CARMEL. 7s. D. English Melody. Arr. by William A. King. 1861. 1 Bless-ed Fountain, full of grace, Grace for sinners, grace for me, To this source a 306 I BLESSED Fountain, full of grace, To this source alone I trace 2 What I hope to be, ere long, When I take my place above, Who redeemed his saints from Whom I now obscurely see, Thro' a cloud that stands between, OLIVET. 6s & 4s. Lowell Mason. 1832. 1. My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Sav-iour di-vine! Now hear me 308 while I pray, Take all my guilt a-way, O, let me from this day Be whol-ly thine. Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, Blest Saviour! then, in love, Ray Palmer. 1830. 310 2 O why should I wander an alien from 3 He looks! and ten thousands of angels thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed. Love sits in thine eyelids, and scatters delight Thro' all the bright mansions on high! Their faces the cherubim veil in thy sight, And tremble with fullness of joy. rejoice, And myriads wait for his words; He speaks! and eternity, filled with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. Dear Shepherd! I hear, and will follow thy call; I know the sweet sound of thy voice; Restore and defend me, for thou art my all, And in thee I will ever rejoice. joseph Swain. Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 3 There let the way appear 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs 5 Or if on joyful wing, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. Sarah Flower Adams. 1840. JESUS, thy name I love, 2 Thou blesséd Son of God, Jesus, my Lord! 3 Hast bought me with thy blood, O how great is thy love, Jesus, my Lord! Soon thou wilt come again! Jesus, my Lord! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Jesus, my Lord! James G. Deck. 1840 3 Manna from heaven falls Fresh every eve; Never a want severe Often to Marah's brink Have I been brought; Sweetening the draught. 4 Saviour! I long to walk Closer with thee; Led by thy guiding hand, Constantly near thy side, Charles S. Robinson. 1862. 314 I SAVIOUR! thy gentle voice Gladly we hear; Author of all our joys, Ever be near; Our souls would cling to thee, Our life to cheer. 2 Fountain of life divine! We would be wholly thine Freely forgive our sin, 3 Though to our faith unseen, In joyful strains! Thomas Hastings. |