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 God,
  “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 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.