4 Eternal Star! divinely bright! Fill all our hearts with heav'nly light; Eternal all thy glories are,
Jesus, thou bright, thou Morning Star! 5 Divinely sweet our songs shall rise, When we shall meet him in the skies: And in eternal anthems there, Sing him the bright, the Morning Star!
1 TIR'D in my thoughts I lay me down, And upward glance mine eyes To my eternal Father's throne, And to my native skies.
2 There the dear Man, my Saviour, sits, The God-how bright he shines! And sheds ineffable delights
On all the happy minds.
3 Jesus the Lord their harps employs, Jesus, my love, they sing; Jesus, the source of all their joys, Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.
4 Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds Of time and space they run, And speak in most majestic sounds The Godhead of the Son.
5 How in the Father's breast he lay, The darling of his soul,
Infinite years before the day Or heav'ns began to roll.
6 I would remain on earth no more, But rise to realms above, To bless the God whom I adore, And sing the Man I love.
YE saints, proclaim abroad The honours of your King: To Jesus, your incarnate God, Your songs of praises sing.
2 Not angels round the throne Of majesty above,
Are half so much oblig'd as we To our Immanuel's love.
3 They never sunk so low, They are not rais'd so high;
They never knew such depths of woe, Such heights of majesty.
To our incarnate God Eternal praise belongs! Immortal strains of majesty, And everlasting songs!
1 DEEP in the bosom of our God The Word from everlasting glow'd;
Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd, Or Gabriel's noble spirit form'd!
2 Ages shall pass away, but He
The same has been, the same shall be: Eternal radiance gilds his head,
While stars and suns wax old and fade. 3 The same his pow'r, his flock to guard; The same his bounty, to reward; The same his faithfulness and love To saints on earth and saints above. 4 Nature shall change, and fade, and die, Yet Christ shall raise his church on high; Shall place her with him on his throne, In glory changeless as his own.
1 ALL hail, thou great Immanuel! Thy love, thy glory, who can tell? Angels, and all the heav'nly host Are in the boundless prospect lost. 2 Mortals, with reverential songs, Take this dear name upon your tongues! With holy joy attempt his praise, In solemn, yet triumphant lays.. 3 Amid ten thousand forms of love, In which he shines and smiles above, This with peculiar joy we view He's David's root and offspring too.
4 There Jesus in the glorious plan Shines the great God, the wondrous Man! Jehovah root of all our bliss!- Immanuel-branch of righteousness!
5 All hail, thou dear redeeming Lord! All hail, thou co-essential Word! All hail, thou root and branch divine! Be everlasting glory thine!
HIS SALVATION AND EXCELLENCES
1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet, See in his face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord; Nature, to make his beauties known, Must mingle colours not her own.
3 Is he compar'd to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed; Thy spirit, and thy life divine,
Are living bread and heav'nly wine.
4 Is he a Tree?—the church receives Salvation from his healing leaves;
That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root, and offspring too.
5 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.
6 Is he a Vine?—his heav'nly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit; Oh let a lasting union join
My soul the branch to Christ the vine!
7 Is he the Head? each member lives, And owns the vital pow'rs he gives; The saints below, and saints above, Join'd in his Spirit and his love.
8 Is he a Fountain? there I bathe, And heal the plague of sin and death: These waters all my soul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too.
9 Is he a Fire?-he'll purge my dross, But the true gold sustains no loss; Like a refiner shall he sit,i
And tread the refuse with his feet.
10 Is he a Rock?-how firm he proves! The Rock of Ages never moves
Yet the sweet streams that from him flow Attend us all the desert through. I
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