Rev. EDWARD Mote 169 SOLID ROCK L. M. 61. WILLIAM B. BRADBURY, 1863 1. My hope is built on noth-ing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I rest on His un-chang-ing grace; e - nant, and blood, Sup-port me in the whelming flood: 2. When darkness seems to veil His face, 3. His oath, His cov I dare not trust the sweet-est frame, But whol-ly lean on Je-sus' name: ev'ry high and storm-y gale, My When all around my soul gives way, He In an-chor holds with-in the veil; then is all my hope and stay: WILLIAM COWPER, 1772 170 COWPER C. M. LOWELL MASON, 1830 1. There 2. The 3. Dear is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man dying thief rejoiced to see That fount-ain in dying Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall never lose Let the wa ter and the blood, From Thy riv en Be of sin the dou- ble cure,-Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r. Be of sin the dou-ble cure,-Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r. Let 174 SILVER STREET S. M. ISAAC SMITH, C. 1770 Rev. PHILIP DODDRIDGE, 1740 1. Grace, 'tis a charm-ing sound, Har - mo- nius to 2. Grace first con- trived the 3. Grace taught my wand-'ring way To save re · mine ear; bel lious man, heav'n - ly road; |