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OF JESUS CHRIST.

God manifested in the flesh.

WITH

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WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round
Whom angels dimly see,

Will the Unsearchable be found,

Or God appear to me!

2 Will he forsake his throne above,-
Himself to worms impart!

Answer, thou Man of grief and love,
And speak it to my heart.

3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;

What meant the suff'ring Son of man,The streaming blood divine?

4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,

That I might now perceive thee near,
And my Redeemer know

5 Might view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see;

And gaze, transported at the sight,

To all eternity!

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The incarnate God.

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COME Holy Ghost, inspire our songs

With thine inmortal flame;

Enlarge our hearts, unloose our tongues, To praise the Saviour's name.

2 How great the riches of his grace!
He left his throne above,

And, swift to save our ruin'd race,
He flew on wings of love.

3 Now pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich abundance flow,
For guilty rebels, dead in sin,
And doom'd to endless wo.

4 The' almighty Former of the skies
Stoop'd to our low abode;

While angels view'd with wond'ring eyes,
And hail'd the' incarnate God.

5 Renew our souls with heavenly strength,
That we may fully prove

The height, and depth, and breadth, and length
Of such transcendent love.

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His humiliation.

AND did the Holy and the Just,

The Sov'reign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty man might rise!

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high-
Surprising mercy! love unknown!-
To suffer, bleed, and die.

8 To dwell with mis'ry here below,
The Saviour left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.

4 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffer'd in his stend;

For sinful man-0 wondrous grace!-
For sinful man he bled.

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5 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
In thine atoning blood!

By this are sinners saved from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

Fee:

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His amazing love.

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PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glinun'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of peace Beheld our helpless grief:

He saw, and (O, amazing love!)
He flew to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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OUR

Our ransom paid.

UR sins on Christ were laid;
He bore the mighty load;
Our ransom-price he fully paid
In groans, and tears, and blood.
2 To save a world, he dies;
Sinners, behold the Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes;
Seek mercy in his naine.
3 Pardon and peace abound;
He will your sins forgive;
Salvation in his name is found,-
He bids the sinner live.

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2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes
And earth's strong pillars bend:
The temple's veil iu sunder breaks,-
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid!
Receive my soul! he cries:

See where he bows his sacred head;
He bows his head, and dies.

4 But soon he 'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:

O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?

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The hidings of the Father's face.

FROM Calvary a cry was heard,

A bitter and heart-rending cry;
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony.
2 A horror of great darkness fell
On thee, thou spotless, holy One!
And all the swarming hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son.

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,
These thou couldst bear, nor once repine,
But when Jehovah veil'd his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.

4 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died, that we might never die.

5 Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye:
If e'er I lose its strong control,
O, let that dying, piercing cry,
Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul.