3 Is He a Rose? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields,
Or if the Lily He assume,

The valleys bless the rich perfume.
4 Is He a Vine? His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;
O let a lasting union join

My soul to Christ, the living Vine!
5 Is He the Head? Each member lives,
And owns the vital power He gives;
The saints below and saints above
Partake His Spirit and His love.
6 Is He a Rock? How firm He proves!
The Rock of Ages never moves:

Whilst the sweet streams that from Him flow
Attend us all the desert through.

7 Is he a Way? He leads to God,
The path is drawn in lines of blood:
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
Till I arrive at Zion's hill.

8 Is He a Door? I'll enter in :

Behold the pastures large and green,
A paradise divinely fair;

None but the sheep have freedom there.
9 Is he a Star? He breaks the night,
Piercing the shades with dawning light:
I know His glories from afar;

I know the bright, the morning Star. 10 Is He a Sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness, Nations rejoice when He appears

To chase their clouds, and dry their tears, 11 O let me climb those higher skies,

Where storms and darkness never rise!

There He displays His power abroad,

And shines and reigns the Incarnate God. 12 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heaven, His full resemblance bears, His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold Him face to face.

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He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.
-2 Cor. 10. 17.

JOIN all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,

That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore ;

All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

But oh, what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use

To teach His heavenly grace!
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love He bears for me.

Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless Thy name:
By Thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came;

The joyful news of sins forgiven,

Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.

Jesus, my great High Priest,

Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood did once atone:
And now it pleads before the throne.

My Saviour and my Lord,

My Conqueror and my King!

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Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power, behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.
Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown;

A feeble saint shall win the day,

Though death and hell obstruct the way.

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Thou shalt call His name Jesus.-Matt. 1. 21.

HOW

OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the

weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing Treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death!

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Unto you therefore which believe He is precious. -1 Pet. 2. 7.

JESUS, I love Thy charming name,

music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven should hear.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath:
And, dying, clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

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Thou shalt call His name Jesus.-Matt. 1. 21.

1JESUS, sweetest, holiest name To God's dear children given;

A solace in their weariness,

A foretaste of their heaven :
To every mourning, anxious breast,
It whispers everlasting rest.

2 No name has such a power as this
To heal the broken-hearted,

And point the soul to realms of bliss,
O'er earthly hopes departed:

Glad captives of resistless grace,
Thy pleasing rule obey.

4 Come, dearest Lord, extend Thy reign,
Till rebels rise no more;

Thy praise all nature then shall join,
And heaven and earth adore.

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The same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever.
-Heb. 13. 8.

WITH

ITH transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
The immortal honour of Thy name;
Assembled round our Saviour's throne,
We make His ceaseless glories known.
2 Through all revolving ages, He

The same hath been, the same shall be:
Immortal radiance gilds His head,

While stars and suns wax old and fade. 3 The same His power His flock to guard; The same His bounty to reward;

The same His faithfulness and love
To saints on earth, and saints above.
4 Let nature change, and sink, and die,
Jesus shall raise His chosen high,
And fix them near His stedfast throne,
In glories changeless as His own.

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Whither the Forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus.
-Heb. 6. 20.

ESUS the Lord, our souls adore,

JESUS

A painful sufferer now no more;
High on His Father's throne He reigns,
O'er earth, and heaven's extensive plains.
2 Yet, midst the honours of that throne,
He joys not for Himself alone;
His meanest servants share their part,
Share in that royal tender heart.