'Tis the promise of G.o.d, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done, I believe on the Son; I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_From Darkness to Light._ (522)

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, Thee thyself I cannot see; Jesus, Master! pa.s.s not by me; Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness, Longing for the blessed light, Many taste thy loving kindness; "Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee, And thy word the power can give; Hear the sightless soul implore thee; Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?

What this burst of strange delight?

Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!

This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!

Let me follow in the way; I will teach the blind to find him Who can turn their night to day.

H.D. Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_The Blind Man Healed._ (521)

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"

Thus blind Bartimeus prayed; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,-- But he called the louder still; Till the gracious Savior bade him,-- "Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness, Let mine eyes behold the day!"

Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around, "Friends! is not my case amazing?

What a Savior I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me!

Surely would they hasten to him, He would cause them all to see."

John Newton, 1779.

255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.

Oh, the peace that fills my soul, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Cleansed from sin, made free and whole, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Cho.--This is my abiding place, Clothed with his abounding grace, Looking upward to his face, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; All my wounds are filled with balm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Safe beneath the Tree of Life, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Freely is G.o.d's love revealed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Priscilla J. Owens.

256 Ortonville. C.M.

_Prayer for Entire Purification._ (649)

Forever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side; 'Tis all my hope and all my plea, "For me the Savior died."

2 My dying Savior and my G.o.d, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me and make me thus thine own, Wash me, and mine thou art!

Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart!

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply Till faith to sight improve, Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

257 Ortonville. C.M.

_The Believer's Rest._ (654)

Lord, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And thou art loved alone.

2 A rest where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, Believe and enter in: Now, Savior, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin.