The Otterbein Hymnal Part 48

4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

James Nicholson.

282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M.

_Resting in Christ's Merits._

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?

Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Do you rest each moment in the Crucified?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb?

Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright?

And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

E.A. Hoffman.

283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M.

_It Cleanseth Me._

Oh, now I see the crimson wave, The fountain deep and wide; Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, Points to his wounded side.

Cho.--The cleansing stream I see! I see!

I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.

2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, Above the world and sin, With heart made pure, and garments white, And Christ enthroned within.

3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below To feel the blood applied; And Jesus, only Jesus know, My Jesus crucified.

Mrs. Phoebe Palmer

284 Beulah Land. L.M.

_Rest of Faith._

I've reached the land of corn and wine.

And all its riches freely mine; Here s.h.i.+nes undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has pa.s.sed away.

Cho.--O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the s.h.i.+ning glory sh.o.r.e, My heaven, my home forevermore.

2 The Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me with his hand, For this is heaven's border land.

3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flowers that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow.

4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels, with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song.

Edgar Page St.i.tes.

285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D.

_Beulah Land._

I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O'er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure ethereal, Laden with the breath of flow'rs, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.

Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light?

Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright.

2 I can see far down the mountains, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led unerring, To the land I hold to-day.

3 I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide; For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure.

One that fadeth not away.

4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross.

5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!

Oft I've proved this to be true; When I'm in the way so narrow I can see a pathway thro'; And how sweetly Jesus whispers: Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've tried this way before thee.

And the glory lingers near.

Rev. Wm. Hunter.

286 Ortonville. C.M.

_Christ Incomparable._ (590)

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he, than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.

4 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my G.o.d, And makes my joys complete.