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Chrift the Captain of bis People.
OES full of might and malice ftand
To each believer's view;
Lord, take thy conqu❜ring fword in hand;
And as the fight will day by day
Lord, drive thy people's foes away,
And when the war is o'er they'll fing
162. C. M. PEACOCK, altered.
EHOLD the mighty Savior comes
A crimson vefture he affumes;
Why thus array'd almighty God,
With garments dy'd in ftreams of blood,
"The wine-prefs I myself have trod ;
When none around the throne could bear
In garments dipt in blood.
Alone he flood, alone he fell,"
163. C. M.
Chrift the fure Foundation.
NHRIST is the fure Foundation-Stone,
To build our heav'nly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.
Chofen of God, to finners dear,
And faints adore his name;
The fcribe, the pharifee, and priest,
Yet on this Rock the church fhall rest,
What tho' the gates of hell withfood,
'Tis thine own work, Almighty God,
164. L. M. MEDLEY, altered.
Chrift the Foundation-The Rock, Sc.
LL ye to whom the Savior's dear,
In fongs of love and praise draw near; Let ev'ry cheerful paffion wake,
While on your tongues his name you take.
On him, alone, his church is built,
He undertook our wretched cafe,
He is the rock believers have,
In vain combined hofts affail,
Nor force, nor fraud, the building fhock,
[Spiritual David, fee 70.]
To Jefus let our fongs abound,
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
The dying thief rejoic'd to fee
And there have I, tho' vile as he,
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Whene'er, by faith, I view the stream
But when this lifping ftamm'ring tongue,
Lord, I believe thou haft prepar'd
For me a blood-bought free reward,
'Tis ftrung and tun'd for endless years,
[Chrift a Friend, fee 127.]
166. C. M.
Chrift our High Prieft.
JESUS, in thee our eyes
A thousand glories more,
Than the rich gems and polish'd gold
The fons of Aaron wore.
They firft their own burnt off rings brought
And all thy nature clean.
Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own, Aaron within the veil appears, Before the golden throne.
But Chrift, by his own pow'rful blood,
Afcends above the fkies;
And, in the presence of our God,
Shews his own facrifice.
Jefus, the King of glory, reigns
Looks like a lamb that once was flain,"