HYMNS TO THE TUNE "ORTONVILLE.”
1. THERE is a fountain filled 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 may I, as vile as he,
Wash 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.
1. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
2. Prayer is the burden of a sigh,—
The falling of a tear,—
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
4. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death,-
He enters heaven with prayer.
5. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels, in their songs, rejoice, And cry,-Behold, he prays!
1. FATHER, Whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:
2. "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3. "Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."
Children invited to Christ.
1. CHILDREN! listen to the Lord,
And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind;
Early seek, and ye shall find.
2. Sorrowful your sins confess;
Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side;-
Come! you will not be denied.
8. For his worship now prepare;
Kneel to him in fervent prayer;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.
1. MANY voices seem to say,
"Hither, children-here's the way;
Haste along, and nothing fear,
Every pleasant thing is here!"
2. Yes-but whither would ye lead?
Is it happiness indeed?
Or a little shining show,
Leading down to death and wo
& We were made for better things;
High as heaven our nature springs;
Like the lark that upward flies,
We were made to seek the skies.
4. We were made to love and fear That great God who placed us here, Made to study and fulfil
All his good and holy will.
5. We were made to work awhile,
Cheerful at our work to smile:
Thinking, as we labor thus,
Of the heaven prepared for us.
6. So a pleasant path we'll tread,
By the hand of Jesus led;
Till, from sin and sorrow freed,
Ours is happiness indeed!
A Preparation for Heaven.
1. MAKER of the Sabbath-day,
Teach us how to praise and pray;
Thou this blessed day hast given,
To prepare our souls for heaven.
2. Giver of eternal rest,
Be thy glorious gospel blest;
Thou alone canst change the heart,
Thou alone canst peace impart.
3. Ruler of the earth and sky,
Lord of all below, on high;
Make the young, as well as old,
Sheep of thy eternal fold.
4. Friend of children, hear our prayer:
Let no trifling feelings dare
Steal the precious hours away,
Of this sacred Sabbath day.
sy light is dawn- ing Up-on the mountain's brow; It is the Sab-bath
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