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PRAYING AND PRAISING.
5 There, there on eagles’ wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
6 O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still;
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.
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The fountain opened,
1 'T'HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
' Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins ;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Dose all their guilty stains.
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 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be 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 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Dies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be)
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