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Before the heavens and earth were made,
Upon her lowly bosom laid.
The streams of wrath begin to flow;
The taste of grief He deigns to know.
That we may be with wealth supplied ;
Through Him the world is purified.
To be the Lamb for sinners slain,
Nor let Thy toil be spent in vain.
EIGHT days amid this world of woe The traitor sought Him by that Name, The holy Babe hath been;
When all the murderous crew Long named in heaven, He now must go With swords and staves against Him came: To take that Name on Him below, And on the Cross, the tree of shame, JESUS, who saves from sin.
That Name was fix'd in view. His mother kept the Angel's word Yet in His hour of glory now Deep in her bosom’s store ;
That precious Name is given, But others there, by love unstirr'd, Above all names to deck His brow, Unconscious of its meaning, heard And at the Name of JESUS bow The Name the Infant bore.
The powers and thrones of heaven.
JESUS, for evermore :
Which seraphim adore.
And make Thy glory known;
And soften hearts of stone.
And plead a Saviour's Name;
Is vanity and shame.
May mercy set us free;
Begin and end with Thee.
That saints may love Thee more,
Who never loved before.