3 Thou in the days of feeble flesh
Didst pour thy cries and tears;
And in thy measure feel afresh
What every member bears.

4 Then will our humble faith address
Thy mercy and thy power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

FATHER, hear the blood of Jesus,
Speaking in thine ears above:
From impending wrath release us;
Manifest thy pardoning love.

2 O receive us to thy favour,
For his only sake receive;
Give us to the bleeding Saviour,
Let us by his dying live.

3 To thy pardoning grace receive them;
Once he prayed upon the tree;
Still his blood cries out, Forgive them;
All their sins were laid on me.

4 Still our Advocate in heaven,

Prays the prayer on earth begun:
Father, show their sins forgiven;
Father, glorify thy Son!

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"TIS past the dark and dreary night, And, Lord, we hail thee now,

Our Morning Star, without a cloud
Of sadness on thy brow.

2 Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave, Thy sorrows all are o'er;

And O! sweet thought! thy eye shall

weep,

Thy heart shall break no more.

3 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still The love that brought thee low;

That bade the streams of life from thee, A willing victim, flow.

4 The soldier, as he pierced thee, proved Man's hatred, Lord, to thee;

While in the blood that stained the spear, Love, only love, we see.

5 Drawn from thy pierced and bleeding side, That pure and cleansing flood,

Speaks peace to every heart that knows The virtues of thy blood.

6 Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy
Of pardoned sin alone,

But, happier, far, thy saints are called
To share thy glorious throne.

RULER of the hosts of light!

Death hath yielded to thy might; And thy blood hath marked a road, Leading to thine own abode.

2 From thy dwelling-place above, From thy Father's throne of love,

Still remember, Saviour kind!
Those whom thou hast left behind.
3 Thou art seated on the throne,
By thy death and sorrows won;
Now thy work of mercy crown,
Send thy Holy Spirit down.

4 Praise the Son, enthroned on high
In the Father's majesty,

And the Holy Ghost adore,
Three in One for evermore.

ENTHRONED is Jesus now
Upon his heavenly seat;

The kingly crown is on his brow,
The saints are at his feet.

2 In shining white they stand,
A great and countless throng;
A palmy sceptre in each hand,
Ön every lip a song.

3 They sing the Lamb of God,
Once slain on earth for them;

The Lamb, through whose atoning blood Each wears his diadem.

4 Thy grace, O Holy Ghost,

Thy blessed help supply,

That we may join that radiant host,
Triumphant in the sky.

EXALTED Prince of life, we own
The royal honours of thy throne;

'Tis fixed by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command. 2 Exalted Saviour, we confess

The sovereign triumphs of thy grace,
Where beams of gentle radiance shine,
And temper majesty divine.

3 Wide thy resistless sceptre sway,
Till all thy enemies obey;

Wide may thy cross its virtue prove, And conquer millions by thy love. 4 Mighty to vanquish and forgive, Thy ransom'd shall repent and live; And loud proclaim thy healing breath, Which gives them life who wrought thy death.

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THOU, who on earth as man wast

known,

Bearing our sins and pain,

Now, seated on the eternal throne,
Dost God of glory reign.

2 Thy hands the wheels of nature guide With an unerring skill;

And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey thy sovereign will.

3 While harps unnumbered sound thy praise,

In yonder world above,

The saints on earth admire thy ways,
And glory in thy love.

4 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head;

To their almighty Rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.

5 How glorious thou, how happy they, In such a glorious friend!

Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end.

CHRIST, above all glory seated!
King eternal, strong to save!
To thee, death by death defeated,
Triumph high and glory gave.

2 Thou art gone, where now is given,
What no mortal might could gain:
On the eternal throne of heaven,
In thy Father's power to reign.
3 There thy kingdoms all adore thee,
Heaven above and earth below,
While the depths of hell before thee,
Trembling and defeated bow.

4 We, O Lord! with hearts adoring,
Follow thee above the sky.

Hear our prayers thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to thee on high.

5 So when thou again in glory

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine, We thy flock may stand before thee, Owned for evermore as thine.