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Th' eternal God's eternal Son
Inherits and partakes the throne. 3 The sovereign King of kings,
The Lord of lords most high,
His garment and his thigh ;
He rules the earth with iron rod. 4 Where promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move,
As lions roar and tear the prey. 5 But when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes,
What titles he assumes !
Nor will he bear those names in vain. 6 Immense compassion reigns
In our Immanuel's heart,
A Mediator's part.
Divinely kind, divinely true.
His awful throne ascends,
From favorites and friends :
The heights and depths of all his love. 165
Universal Praise to the Redeemer. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one. 2 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
- To be exalted thus :) “ Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine ;
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Watts. 166 The Mediation of Christ,
S, M, 1 AISE your triumphant songs Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how Eternal Love
Its Chief Beloved chose,
From their abyss of woes. 3 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.
And wrath stood silent by,
To rebels doomed to die.
Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered peace. 6 Lord, we obey thy call ;
We lay a humble claim
Watts. 167 Praise to the Redeemer.
C. M. H for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise ;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
Assist me to proclaim,
The honors of thy name.
That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood availed for me.
Shall feel your sins forgiven, Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven. C. Wesley 168 Pardon and Peace. Matt. ix. 2. C.M. 1 MYSaviour, let me hear thy voice
of And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate thy grace.
And speak my sins forgiven ;
Like the sweet harps of heaven.
The darkest path I'll tread;
And mingle with the dead.
No other fears we know;
Shall crowns of life bestow. Doddridge 169
Dwell in the blissful sound!
And spreads sweet peace around.
2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine
In rich effusion flow,
And doomed to endless wo.
Stooped to our vile abode ;
And hailed the incarnate God! 4 Oh the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss a boundless store!
I cannot wish for more.
Beneath thy cross I fall ;
Mrs. Steele. 170 The Plan of Salvation.
L. M. 1
, That brightest monument of praise That e'er the God of love designed,
Employs and fills my laboring mind. 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue :
He tunes and summons all his strings. 3 Proclaim inimitable love ;
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
And vails the God in mortal clay.
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans!
The King of glory bows to death! 5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
He dashed the rising hopes of hell.
And sin was drowned in Jesus' blood;
God Reconciled in Christ. 1 DEAREST of all the names above, Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood ? 2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again ; 'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men. 3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find; The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.
My hope, my joy begins;
His grace removes my sins.
And Greeks of wisdom boast, I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
THE HOLY SPIRIT.
172 Invocation of the Holy Spirit. 1 COME, Holy Spirit,
heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.