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3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars :
His generation who can tell,
Or count the number of his years?
4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms:
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may converse hold with warms,
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,
Th'eternal Father's only Sun:
How full of truth-how full of grace !
When in his eyes the Godhead shone!
6 Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.
Winchester. Rotterdam, 87 Deity, Humiliation, and Exaltation of Christ.
NOW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell loud the wonders he hath done.
2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes he wore above:
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love !
P 3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th’ almighty captive prisoner lay ;f Th’ almighty captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.
4 Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalled reigns:
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains !
Truro. Sharon. 88 Divine Glory displayed in the Person of Christ
NOW to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul-awake,my tongue;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone,
3 Grace !-tis a sweet, a charming theme
My thonghts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound :
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground !
4 Oh! may I reach that happy place
Where he unvails his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold !
L. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundred. 89
God the Son equal with the Father.
BRIGHT King of glory-dreadful God,
Our spirits bow before thy seat ;
To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.
2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright.
Stand round the glorious Deity ;
But who, among the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?
3 Yet there is one, of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
4 Now let the name of Christ, our King,
With equal honors be adored :
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own bim Lord.
H. M. Watertown. Murray. 90
Christ a Prophet, Priest, and King.
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
Or angels ever bore:
All are to mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the Saviour forth.
2 Great Prophet of our God,
Our tongues shall bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
of our salvation came,-
The joyful news otsins forgiven,
Or hell subdued-and peace with heaven
3 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has shed his blood and died:
Our guilty conscience needs
No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 O 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.
Litchfield. Corinth. 91
Christ a Merciful High Priest.
WITH joy we meditate the grace
of our fligh 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 meinber bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
mf We shall obtain delivering grace
In each distressing hour.
C. M. Medford. Marlow, 92
Christ our Intercessor.
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. 93
Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession.
HE lives--the great Redeemer lives !
What joy the blest assurance gives !
And now, before his Father God,
He pleads the merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears ;
But in the Saviour's lovely face,
1 Sweet mercy smiles--and all is peace! f 3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts
Above our fears-above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;
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.
Dover. Pentonville. 94
Christ's Exaltation and Intercession.
JESUS, the conqueror, reigns,
In glorious strength arrayed;
His kingdom over all maintains,
And bids the earth be glad.
2 Ye ns 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.
8s & 78.
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.
Dan vers. Alfretou, 96
Christ a living and almighty Saviour.
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 !
Patmos. Oakland. 97
God reconciled in Christ. P
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.