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But lo! far off the righteous pass

To glory from the King's right hand ; In silence on the sea of glass,

Heaven's numbers without number stand, While He who bore the cross lays down

His priestly robe and victor-crown ; The mediatorial reign complete,

All things are put beneath his feet.

Then every eye in Him shall see,

(While thrones and powers before him fall,) The fulness of the Deity,

Where God himself is all in all : O how eternity shall ring

With the first note the ransom'd sing ; While in the strain all voices blend,

Which once begun shall never end.

In that unutterable song,

Shall I employ immortal breath ? Or with the wicked borne along,

For ever die “the second death?” Jesus! my life, my light, Thou art ;

Thy word is in my mouth, my heart : Lord, I believe,-my spirit save,

From sinking lower than the grave.

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The scene around me disappears,

And borne to ancient regions, While time recals the flight of years,

I see angelic legions Descending in an orb of light, Amid the dark and silent night ;

I hear celestial voices.

“ Tidings, glad tidings from above,

To every age and nation ; Tidings, glad tidings,—God is love ;

To man He sends salvation : His Son beloved, His only Son, The work of mercy hath begun ;

Give to His name the glory.”

Through David's city I am led ;

Here all around are sleeping :
A light directs to yon poor shed,

Where lonely watch is keeping ;
I enter ;-ah what glories shine !
Is this Immanuel's earthly shrine ?

Messiah's infant temple ?

It is; it is; and I adore

This stranger meek and lowly, As saints and seraphs bow before

The throne of God thrice holy; Faith through the vail of flesh can see The face of Thy Divinity,

My Lord, my God, and Saviour !


Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power
Your Redeemer's conflict see.

Watch with Him one bitter hour ;
Turn not from His griefs away,

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned :
O the wormwood and the gall !

O the pangs His soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ;

Learn of Him to bear the cross.

Calvary's mournful mountain climb;

There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete : “It is finish'd ;” hear Him cry;

Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom,

Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen ;-He meets our eyes ;

Saviour, teach us so to rise !

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