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He sprinkles with his blood
The mercy-seat above :

For Justice had withstood

The purposes of Love:

But Justice now objects no more,

And Mercy yields her boundless store.

No temple made with hands
His place of service is;

In heaven itself he stands;
A heavenly Priesthood his.

In him the shadows of the Law
Are all fulfill'd, and now withdraw.

And though awhile he be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see

Their Great High Priest again ;

In brightest glory he will come,
And take his waiting people home.

And sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty.

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E who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,

Now, seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide,
With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds extended wide,
Obey his sov'reign will.

3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise,
In yonder world above;
His saints on earth admire his ways,
And glory in his love.

4 This land, through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace from him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.

5 How glorious he! how happy they

In such a glorious friend!

Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

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LOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious,

See "The Man of Sorrows" now! From the fight return'd victorious, Ev'ry knee to him shall bow;

Crown him, crown him:

Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2 Crown the Saviour; angels crown him:
Rich the trophies Jesus brings:
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the vault of heaven rings:

Crown him, crown him:
Crown the Saviour "King of kings!"

3 Sinners in derision crown'd him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his Name:

Crown him, crown him:
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station:

O what joy the sight affords!

Crown him, crown him:

"King of kings and Lord of lords."

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RRAY'D in human flesh,

The Covenant-Angel stands;

And holds the promises

And pardons in his hand: Commission'd from his Father's throne To make his grace to mortals known.

Be thou our Counsellor,

Our Pattern, and our Guide:
And through this desert land
Still keep us near thy side:

O let our feet ne'er run astray,
Nor wander from the heavenly way.

We hear our Shepherd's voice,

His watchful eye shall keep
Our tempted souls among

The thousands of his sheep:

He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

To this great Surety's hands
My soul, commend thy cause;
He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws.
Believing souls now free are set,
For Christ hath paid their dreadful debt.

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Then let our souls arise,
And tread the Tempter down;
Our Captain leads us forth

To conquest and a crown:
March on; nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

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BLEST Jesus, source of every grace,
From far to view thy smiling face,
While absent thus by faith we live,
Exceeds all joys that earth can give.

2 But O! what rapturous bliss unknown
Fills the wide circle round thy throne;
Where every hour of joy appears
Nobler than millions of our years.

3 Where Jesus dwells, my soul would be;
I faint, my much-lov'd Lord to see.
Earth, twine no more about my heart;
"Tis far, far better to depart.

4 That blessed interview how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet;
Or to perform with glowing hands
A present Saviour's high commands.

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