The offices of Christ, from several scriptures.
OIN all the names of love and power,
That ever men or angels bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set Immanuel's glory forth.
2 But O, what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heavenly grace!
My eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears to me.
3 The " Angel of the covenant" stands
With his commission in his hands,
Sent from his Father's milder throne,
To make the great salvation known.
4 Great Prophet! let me bless thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with Heav'n.
5 My bright Example and my Guide,
I would be walking near thy side;
O let me never run astray,
Nor follow the forbidden way!
6 I love my Shepherd-he shall keep
My wand'ring soul amongst his sheer;
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.
7 My Surety undertakes my cause,
Answ'ring his Father's broken laws;
Behold my soul at freedom set,
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.
3 Jesus, my great High Priest, has dy'dI seek no sacrifice beside;
His blood did once for all atone,
And now he pleads before the throne.
9 My Advocate appears on high-
The Father lays his thunder by;
Not all that earth or hell can say,
Shall turn my Father's heart away.
10 My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the vict'ry, and I sit
A joyful subject at thy feet.
11 Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds;
The Captain of Salvation leads;
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.
1.2 Should death, and hell, & powers unknown
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Salvation in more sovereign ways.
HYMN 150. Hallelujah Metre. [*]
The same.
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore :
All are too mean
2 But, O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use,
To teach his heavenly grace!
Mine eyes with joy What forms of love
And wonder see He bears for me.
3. Array'd in mortal flesh,
He, like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands:
Commission'd from To make his grace
His Father's throne, To mortals known.
4 Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news Of hell subdu'd,
Of sins forgiven, And peace with Heaven.
5 Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern and my Guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side.
O let my feet
Nor rove, nor seek
Ne'er run astray, The crooked way!
6 I love my Shepherd's voice :
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names; The tender lambs.
7 To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
At freedom set! The dreadful debt.
8 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood, and dy'd:
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His powerful blood
Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the throne.
9 My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell I Shall turn his heart,
Or sin can say His love away.
10 My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy sceptre, and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace, I sing.
Thine is the power; In willing bonds
Beneath thy feet.
11 Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint Though death and hell Shall win the day, Obstruct the way.
12 Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
COMPOSED ON DIVINE SUBJECTS.
HYMN 1. Long Metre. [*]
A song of praise to God.
NATURE, with all her powers, shall
God the Creator and the King; [sing Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, that sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sound
To the creation's utmost bound.
3 [All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force and own his name;
Whilst with our souls and with our voice,
We sing his honours and our joys.
4 To him be sacred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
And every word a miracle.]
5 These Western shores, our native land,
Lie safe in the Almighty's hand:
Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain,
And wear the captivating chain.]
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