2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.

3 When he lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften;
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas, forget too often

What a Friend we have above.

Newton.

149 Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v. 12. L.M.

1

WHAT equal honors shall we bring

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

The Prince of Life, who groaned and died, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At his Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charged with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,

Yet he sustained amazing loss;
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honor immortal must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head,

And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, AMEN.

150

1

The "New Song." Rev. v. 6—12.

BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amidst his Father's throne:

Watts.

C. M.

Prepare new honors for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints,
And those the hymns they raise;
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

4 Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?

Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfill thy great decrees;
The Son deserves it well:

Lo, in his hand the sovereign keys
Of heaven and death and hell.

6 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on thy head.

7 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

8 The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy power;

Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promised hour.

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 By him my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;

Watts.

C. M.

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

4 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.

5 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

L. M.

Newton.

152 Christ Crucified-the Wisdom and Power of God.

1

NA

[ATURE, with open volume, stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labor of his hands

Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man,

His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn,

In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 Here his whole name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ,

The power, the wisdom, or the love. 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,

To make the purchased pleasures mine.
5 Oh the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his name

In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne.

153

Preserving Grace. Jude 24, 25.

O God, the only wise,

1 To

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

Watts.

S. M.

2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.

5 To our Redeemer, God,

Wisdom and power belongs; Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.

154

1

Not Ashamed of Christ. Mark viii. 38.

ESUS-and shall it ever be

JESUS-a

A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?

2 Ashamed of Jesus?-sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus-that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame-
That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus ?-yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe-no good to crave—
No fear to quell—no soul to save.
5 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh, may this my glory be-
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

Watts.

L. M.

Gregg.

Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;

Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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God the Son equal with the Father.

BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

Our spirits bow before thy seat; To thee we lift a humble thought, And worship at thine awful feet.

2 Mercy and truth unite in one,

And smiling sit at thy right hand:
Eternal justice guards thy throne,

And vengeance waits thy dread command.
3 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who among the sons of light
Pretends comparison with thee?
4 Yet there is one, of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.

5 Their glory shines with equal beams,
Their essence is for ever one;

Watts.

L. M.