3 In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now, Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do. 4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace! When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness, That makes the sinner just. Isaac Watts, 1709. 186 Glorious Fountain. C.M. _Glorious Fountain._ (407) There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain! Here will I stay, And in thee ever Wash my sins away. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see, That fountain in his day, And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood, Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God, Are 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 And when this feeble, faltering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save. William Cowper, 1779. 187 Siloam. C.M. _The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488) When wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound: One hand alone, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound. 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One heart alone, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. 3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand, that brings relief; His heart, that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief. 4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! Unseal that cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin, But in thy wounded side. Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858. 188 Siloam. C.M. _Salvation._ Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! What pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To Thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. Isaac Watts. 189 Dunbar. S.M. _All Invited._ (446) How, vast, how full, how free, The mercy of our God! Proclaim the blessed news around, And spread it all abroad. Cho.--I'm glad salvation's free! I'm glad salvation's free! Salvation's free for you and me, I'm glad salvation's free! 2 How vast! "whoever will" May drink at mercy's stream, And know that faith in Jesus brings Salvation now to him. 3 How full! it doth remove The stain of every sin; And makes the soul as white and pure, As though no sin had been. 4 Poor trembling sinner, come! God waits to comfort thee, Come, cast thyself upon his love, So vast, so full, so free. Vestry H. & T. Book. 190 Boylston. S.M. _The Better Sacrifice._ (297)