2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word;-- "Ho! ye despairing sinners! come And trust a faithful Lord."

3 My soul obeys the gracious call And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord!

Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate G.o.d! I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul, From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness My Jesus, and my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

183 Downs. C.M.

_Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400)

Sinners, this solemn truth regard, Hear, all ye sons of men; For Christ, the Savior, hath declared, "Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain; Thus saith the glorious Son of G.o.d, "Ye must be born again."

3 That which is born of flesh is flesh, And flesh it will remain: Then marvel not that Jesus saith, "Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain: Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, That we are born again.

John Fawcett.

184 Rockbridge. L.M.

_Man's Need of Christ._ (402)

Buried in shadows of the night We lie, till Christ restores the light; Till he descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Till his atoning blood appears; Then we awake from deep distress, And sing the Lord our righteousness.

3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, And binds his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks.

4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness Thou art our mighty all, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

185 Melody. C.M.

_Law and Grace._ (399)

Vain are the hopes, the sons of men On their own works have built; Their hearts by nature all unclean, And all their actions, guilt.

2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murm'ring word; And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we ask G.o.d'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 G.o.d, 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 n.o.bler, 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.