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By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.

C. M. 61

Design of Christ's Advent.
HARK! joyful sound! the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long!

prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes—the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held :
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray;
And on the eyes oppressed with night-

celestial day.
4 He comes—the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of his grace,

T'enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

L. M. 62

Deity, Humiliation, and Exaltation of Christ. NOW for a tune of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,

Tell loud the wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,

And those bright robes he wore above :

How swift and joyful was his flight,

On wings of everlasting love! 3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,

Th’ almighty captive prisoner lay ;Th’almighty captive left the earth,

And rose to everlasting day. 4 Among a thousand harps and songs,

Jesus, the God, exalted reigns: His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains !

L. M. 63

Divine Glory displayed in the Person of Christ.
NOW to the Lord a noble song !
Awake, my soul-awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace !-'tis a sweet, a charming theme

My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 4 Oh! may I reach that happy place

Where he unvails his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing liis name to harps of gold!

H. M. 64

Christ a Prophet, Priest, and King.
JOIN all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,

That ever mortals knew,

Or angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the Saviour forth.
2 Great Prophet of our God,

Our tongues shall 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.
3 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Has shed his blood and died :-
Our guilty conscience needs

No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 O thou almighty Lord,

Our Conqueror, and our King;
Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing:
Thine is the

power-oh make us sit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet.

L. M.


Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession. HE lives—the great Redeemer lives !What joy the blest assurance gives ! And now, before his Father God,

He pleads the merit of his blood." 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,

And justice armed with frowns appears ;
But in the Saviour's lovely face,
Sweet mercy smiles--and all is peace!

3 Great Advocate, almighty Friend!

On thee our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For thou dost plead, and must prevail.

8s & 7s.
Christ's Exaltation and Intercession.

JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory,

There forever to abide;
All the heavenly host adore thee,

Seated at thy Father's side. 2 There for sinners thou art pleading

There thou dost our place prepare ; Thou for us art interceding,

Till in glory we appear. 3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive :
Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give.
4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits !

Bring your loudest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,

Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

C. M. 67

Miracles of Christ.
JESUS, and didst thou condescend,

When vailed in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,

And drive disease away? 2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,

And give the blind to see?-
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear-

Have mercy, too, 'on me!

3 And didst thou pity mortal wo,

And sight and health restore ?-
Oh pity, Lord, and save my soul,

Which needs thy mercy more!
4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise,

When sinking in the wave ?—.
I perish, Lord !-oh, save my soul !

For thou alone canst save. 68

C. M.

“HAVE mercy, Lord—have mercy, Lord,”

The eager blind man cried:
The Saviour spoke the healing word-

The prayer was not denied.
2 The weary one in strength arose;

The deaf was made to hear:
The Saviour bade the winds repose,

And wiped the widow's tear.
3 He wept in silence by the grave,

Then called the dead by name;
His arm had strength enough to save-

The dead arose and came.
4 Beyond these scenes of mortal wo

The Saviour rose to dwell:
But still he sees the tears that flow,

The hearts with grief that swell.
5 Dear Saviour, still thy changeless love

The contrite soul can heal; Then shine upon us from above,

And all thy love reveal.

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