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The words that from thy lips proceed,
And imitate the bless'd above. 3 My great High-priest, whose precious blood
Did once atone upon the cross!
And imitate the bless'd above.
A willing subject at thy feet;
HYMN CCCLXXXVIII.Y. CALL a bright council in the skies;
Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, Speak! Are you strong to bear the load,
The weighty vengeance of a God? 2 In vain we ask; for all around
Stand silent through the heavenly ground; There 's not a glorious mind above,
Has half the strength, or half the love. 3 But Oh! unmeasurable grace!
Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place;
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4 Amazing work! Took down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes,
Adore thy goodness, and admire thy love. 2 All hail, incarnate God, divinely fair,
Around thy throne bright beams of glory play,
Amid the blaze of one eternal day.
Far out of human sight, there stands thy throne;
And make the deathless joysof heaven my own 4 When shall I see that happy world of rest! There every anxious thought shall leave my
The great Original of all;
2 We praise that wise mysterious Grace,
That pitied our revolted race;
The Captain of salvation made. 3 He, thine eternal Love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead;
A colony to people heaven.
Encounter'd agony and shame;
By dreadful sufferings made complete. 5 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee:
Attend the heavenly sound;
Hope smiles reviving round.
Here streams of bounty flow,
To banish mortal woe.
To ease your every pain,
4 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
And can you yet delay?
To thee let sinners fly;
Thy saving love, thy saving power;
Hail the Redemption thou hast wrought. 2 Perish, each thought of human pride;
Let God alone be magnify'd;
Shouted from earth's remotest bound. '3 Saints, who his full salvation know,
Saints, who but taste it here below,
Still pregnant with delight;
To gild the darkest night.
And drop like withering flowers?
Which makes Jehovah ours.
3 Our cares, we give you to the wind,
And shake you off like dust;
With whom our souls we trust.
Abides for ever sure;
HYMN CCCXCIV. *
Illustrious Conqueror o'er the tomb: Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace. 2 O come thyself, indulgent Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford;
And make us feel thy vital grace. 3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest,
Enter, thou ever-honour'd Guest,
But there to fix thy lasting throne. 4 Enter our hearts, make them thine own;
And when our life's last hour is come,
hand Mark and revenge iniquity,
What mortal fesh could stand?