Marvelous Grace

1. Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilt.

Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

2. Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the Refuge, the Mighty Cross.

3. Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a Crimson Tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today.

Julia H. Johnston, 1849-1919

O sinner

1. O sinner, the Saviour is calling for thee,
Long, long has he called thee in vain;
He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days,
He called thee in sorrow and pain.

O turn, while the Saviour in mercy is waiting,
And steer for the harbor light;
For how do you know but your soul may be drifting
Over the dead-line tonight?

2. O sinner, thine ears have been deaf to his voice,
Thine eyes to his glory been dim;
The calls of thy Saviour have so wearied thee,
Oh, what if they should weary him?

3. O sinner, the Spirit is striving with thee;
What if he should strive never more,
But leave thee alone, in thy darkness to dwell,
In sight of the heavenly shore?

4. O sinner, God’s patience may weary some day,
And leave thy sad soul in the blast;
By willful resistance you’ve drifted away,
Over the dead-line at last.

Virginia W. Moyer 1870-1903

What Sacred Fountain Yonder Springs

1. What sacred fountain yonder springs
Up from the throne of God,
And all new cov’nant blessings brings?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

2. What mighty sum paid all my debt
When I a bondman stood,
And has my soul at freedom set?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

3. What stream is that which sweeps away
My sins just like a flood,
Nor lets one guilty blemish stay?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

4. What voice is that which speaks for me
In heav’n’s high court for good,
And from the curse has made me free?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

5. What theme, my soul, shall best employ
Thy harp before thy God,
And make all heav’n to ring with joy?
‘Tis Jesus’ precious blood.

William J. Irons, 1812-1883