Our guilty conscience needs No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 4 0 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.
Christ a Merciful High Priest.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour.
1 JESUS, by his own precious blood, Ascends above the skies,
And, in the presence of our God, Shows his own sacrifice.
2 Jesus is king!-behold him reign On Zion's heavenly hill:
He seems the Lamb that had been slain, And wears his priesthood still.
3 He ever lives to intercede, By virtue of his blood;
And ceases not for all to plead, Who come by him to God.
Rothwell. Shoel. Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession. 1 HE lives-the great Redeemer lives! What joy the blest assurance gives! And now, before his Father God, He pleads the merits 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 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts- Above our fears-above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise; And guilt recedes-and terror dies. 4 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart- That Jesus bears us on his heart. 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend! On thee our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For thou dost plead, and must prevail.
Christ's Exaltation and Intercession.
1 JESUS, the conqueror, reigns, In glorious strength arrayed; His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad.
2 Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesus' mighty love:
Lift up your heart-lift up your voice, To him who rules above.
3 Extol his kingly power,
Adore th' exalted Son,
Who died, but lives, to die no more,
High on his Father's throne.
4 Our advocate with God,
He undertakes our cause,
And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross.
1 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.
Danvers. Alfreton Christ a living and almighty Saviour. 1 THE Saviour lives, no more to die: He lives, the Lord enthroned on high: He lives, triumphant o'er the grave: He lives, eternally to save!
2 He lives, to still his servants' fears: He lives, to wipe away their tears: He lives, their mansions to prepare : He lives, to bring them safely there! 3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears, Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears: With cheerful hope your hearts revive, For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive
4 His saints he loves-and never leaves; The contrite sinner he receives: Abundant grace will he afford, Till all are present with the Lord!
God reconciled in Christ.
1 DEAREST of all the names above, My Saviour, and my God,
Who can resist thy heavenly love, Or trifle with thy blood?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death, The Father smiles again; "Tis by thine interceding breath, The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human form I see, My thoughts no comfort find: The holy, just, and sacred Three Are terror to my mind.
4 But if Immanuel's face appear, My hope, my joy begins: His name forbids my slavish fear, His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely, And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love the incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
Access to God by a Mediator.
1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love.
2 Come, let us bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword.
3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' almighty throne.
4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King Who lays his anger by.
1 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.
Divinity of Christ proved by his Miracles. 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive! Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders-and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name. 2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own And seal the mission of the Son; The Father vindicates his cause, While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 3 He dies!-the heavens in mourning stood; He rises, and appears a God; Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed-no more to die. 4 Hence, and forever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine.
Christ a Pattern for his Followers.
1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth-and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love-and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer: The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern-make me bear More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
C. M. Nottingham. Litchfield. 1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine!
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