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)

Not all the blood of beasts,
  On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
  Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
  Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
  And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
  On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
  And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
  The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
  And knows her guilt was there.