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This great high priest shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne :
And sweetens ev'ry groan.
Hosanna in the higb'st;
To God, and to his Christ. 105 wwwwwwwwwwand
Salem. WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our high Priest above :
His bowels melt with love.
He knows our feeble frame :
The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood. He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out bis cries and tears,
What every member bears.
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
His mercy and his power,
In the distressing hour. 106 Norwowa
Follett, JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne,
And near thy Father sit :
And make thy foes submit.
Thy converts shall surpass
And own thy quick’ning grace.
Nor changes what he swore ; Eternal shall thy priesthood be,
When Aaron is no more. Jesus our priest for ever lives,
To plead for us above ;
The blessings of his love.
And his high throne maintain,
Who dare oppose his reign.
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Of wisdom, love and power,
That angels ever bore :
My tongue would bless thy name;
Of our salvation came;
Offer'd his blood and died ;
No sacrifice beside:
My conqueror and my King !
Tby reigning grace I sing : Thine is the power ; bebold I sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet. Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My captain leads me forth,
To conquest and a crown: A feeble saint shall win the day, Tho' death and hell obstruct the way. 108 worse
REJOICE the Lord is King,
Your God and King adore ;
And triumph evermore :
The God of truth and love;
He took his seat above :
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
Are to our Jesus given :
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
To their eternal home :
Job. HAIL, sovereign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man ! Hail, matcbless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding-place
Against the God that rules the sky
But thus th' eternal purpose ran,
Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole, No flaming bolt shall daunt their face, For Jesus is their hiding-place,
A few more rolling suns at most,