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2 His tender love and watchful care
Shall keep me from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence;
He over me his wings shall spread,
And cover my unguarded head:
His truth shall be my strong defence.

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The Fountain opened for sin.

THERE

is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel'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,
Washed 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 Since first by faith I saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for me,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall for ever be.

5 Soon in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,

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And with the heavenly, blood-bought throng,
My palm of victory wave.

6 Lord I believe Thou hast prepared,

Unworthy though I be,

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me,

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7 'Tis formed and strung for endless years,
And tuned by love divine,

To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

Universal Praise.

E nations round the earth, rejoice,

Y Before the Lord your sovereign King,

Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glories sing.

2 The Lord is God: 'tis He alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give;
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.

3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.

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Ebenezer.

YOME, thou fount of every blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Teach me the melodious measures
Sung by seraph choirs above;
While I tell the boundless treasures
Of my Lord's unchanging love.

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3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God,
And to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

4 Here I raise my Ebenezer ;
Hither by thy help I'm come:
And I hope through thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

5 Oh! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Take my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

The suffering Saviour.

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LL that

ye pass by
To Jesus draw nigh;

To you is it nothing that Jesus should die ?
Our ransom and peace,

Our surety He is:

Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

The Lord, in the day

Of his mercy, did lay

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Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.

He dies to atone

For sins not his own:

The Father hath given for us his dear Son:

Come lift up your eyes

At Jesus's cries;

Behold how He suffers, how patient He dies!

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For sinners like me

He died on the tree;

His death is accepted, the sinner is free.

With joy we embrace

The ransoming grace

Of Him who hath suffered, and died in our place.
When time is no more,

We still shall adore

That ocean of love, without bottom or shore.

HAR

"It is finished."

ARK! the voice of love and mercy,
Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, the rocks are rent asunder,
Darkness veils the noonday sky;
"It is finished!

Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 "It is finished!" O what pleasure
These triumphant words afford;
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord;
"It is finished!"

Saints, his dying words record.
3 While on earth we humbly call Him
Our beloved and our friend,
Higher raise our grateful voices,
Ours these blessings without end.
"It is finished!"

On his grace and power depend.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Strike them to Immanuel's name :
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim.
"It is finished!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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Salvation.

ALVATION! O the joyful sound,
'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see an heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

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The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

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Christian Fellowship.

INDRED in Christ, for his dear sake,
A hearty welcome here receive.

May we together now partake

The joys which only He can give.

2 May He, by whose kind care we meet,
Send his good spirit from above,
Make our communications sweet,

And cause our hearts to burn with love.

3 Forgotten be each worldly theme,

When Christians meet together thus:
We only wish to speak of Him

Who lived, and died, and reigns for us.

4 We'll talk of all He did, and said,
And suffered for us here below;

The path He marked for us to tread ;
And what He doeth for us now,

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