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2 Not angels round the throne
Of majesty above,

Are half so much obliged as we,
To our Immanuel's love.

3 They never sank so low,

They are not raised so high;
They never knew such depths of wo,
Such heights of majesty:

4 The Saviour did not join

Their nature to His own;

For them He shed no blood divine,
Nor breathed a single groan.

5 May we with angels vie,

The Saviour to adore;

Our debts are greater far than theirs,

O be our praises more!

Fno. Ryland.

"How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts."

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ORD of the worlds above!

How pleasant and how fair,

The dwellings of Thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!
To Thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires, to see my God.

2 O happy souls that pray

Where God appoints to hear!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

They praise Thee still; and happy they
That love the way to Zion's hill.

3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears;
O glorious seat, when God our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

4 God is our sun and shield,

Our light and our defence;
With gifts His hands are filled,

We draw our blessings thence:
He shall bestow on Jacob's race
Peculiar grace and glory too.

5 The Lord His people loves;

His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,

From pure and pious souls.
Thrice happy He, O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts alone in Thee!

Isaac Watts, 1719.

"Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation." C. M.

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ESUS! I love Thy charming name.
'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My Transport and my Trust;
Jewels to Thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is life so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

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I'll speak the honors of Thy name,

With my last laboring breath;

Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms,

The antidote of death. Philip Doddridge, 1740.

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THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST.

"Without shedding of blood is no remission.”

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HY blood, O Christ, hath made our peace:
Not only that, whereby

The ground of Calvary was stained,

When Thou wert hung on high;

2 Not only that, which in Thine hour
Of fear and agony,

Distilled upon Thy trembling frame
In dark Gethsemane :

3 But that shed from Thee, when at first
In childhood Thou didst deign
Thus to endure for sinful man
The legal rite of pain.

4 And as with suffering and with Thee
Our yearly course begins;

So teach us to renounce the flesh
And put away our sins;

5 That in the Israel of Thy Church
We may not lose our part:
In spirit and in body pure,

And circumcised in heart.

Henry Alford, 1845.

"And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the Child, His name was called Jesus."

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OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

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Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treas'ry, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend!
My Prophet, Priest, and King!
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End!
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton, 1779.

"For there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved." 8s, 75, 6 lines.

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O the Name of our salvation
Honor, worship, thanks, we pay;

Which, for many a generation

Hid in God's foreknowledge lay,
But with holy exultation

We may sing aloud to-day.

2 Jesus is the Name we treasure,

Name beyond what words can tell;
Name of gladness, Name of pleasure,
Ear and heart delighting well;
Name of sweetness, passing measure,
Saving us from sin and hell.

3 'Tis the Name for adoration;
'Tis the Name of Victory;
'Tis the Name for meditation
In this vale of misery ;

'Tis the Name for veneration
By the citizens on high.

4 Jesus is the Name exalted
Over every other name;

In this Name, whene'er assaulted,
We can put our foes to shame;
Strength to them who else had halted,
Eyes to blind, and feet to lame.

5 Jesus, we Thy Name adoring,
Long to see Thee as Thou art ;
Of Thy clemency imploring
So to write it in our heart,
That hereafter, upwards soaring,
We with angels may have part.

Latin Hymn, 15th Century.

Altered from & translated by J. M. Neale.

"For in Him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily; and ye are complete in Him."

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TERNAL Word! God's true and only Son,
Maker, and Lord, and Heir, and Judge of all;
First-born of every creature; Holy One!

We praise Thy name, and on Thy name we call.

2 Jehovah dwells from everlasting years

In silence and in solitude concealed:
And yet from everlasting He appears

In Thee to all His universe revealed.

3 And life and love and truth and joy and might,
And all the creature lieth incomplete,
Some darkness lingering in their purest light-
Only in Thee doth all their fulness meet.

4 True Son of God, our Sonship is in Thee;
True Light of God, our Wisdom too Thou art;
O Lamb from earth's foundation slain for me,
Thou bringest life and peace into my heart.

5 Ever in Thee the Father is revealed,

Ever in Thee all things are reconciled,
Ever in Thee our sins and wounds are healed,
Glory to Thee, the Pure and Undefiled.

Orwell.

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