1 Nor all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 3 My faith would lay her hand 4 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; 1 My God, permit my tongue 2 My thirsty, fainting soul 3 Within Thy churches, Lord, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel Thy quickening grace. 4 Since Thou hast been my help, To Thee my spirit flies; And on Thy watchful providence 5 The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, 253 1 BLEST are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 2 Blest is the pious house, And sing His bleeding love. 251 1 A CHARGE to keep I have; A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingling VOWS, Make their communion sweet. 3 Thus, on the heavenly hills, The saints are blest above, Where joy, like morning-dew, distils, And all the air is love. |