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By Blood and Water too,
GoD's mark is set on Thee,
Both covenants might see.
O, are we born to tears,
Cradled in care and woe P
Few joys of youth can show P
And fall the sounds of mirth
Sad on the lonely heart,
Untimely call'd to part?
Look here and hold thy peace |
The Giver of all good
From suffering, tears, and blood.
If thou would'st reap in love,
First sow in holy fear;
To a bright endless year.
“The Gentiles shall come to Thy light, and kings to the brightness of Thy rising.”
36. WHY, ruthless Herod, dost thou fear
The wiser Magi saw from far
In holy Jordan's purest wave
New miracle of power divine!.
All glory, LoRD, to Thee we pay
“All they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense, and they shall show forth the praises of the Lord.”
37. THAN mightiest cities mightier far,
Star, whose bright glories far outrun
Soon as the kings their King behold,
Pure incense for their God they bring,
JESUs, be Thou for ever bless'd,
“There shall come a Star out of Jacob.”
38. WHAT star is this, with beams so bright, Which shames the sun's less radiant light? 'Tis sent to announce a new-born King, Glad tidings of our GoD to bring.
'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed,
And raptured stand in anxious gaze.
And soon within their hearts there shine
True love can brook no dull delay,+
O, while the star of heavenly grace
To GoD the FATHER, GoD the SoN,
“Then I will sprinkle clean water upon you, and ye shall be clean, a new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you.” 39. It is not that the wave can wash our GoD,
But He doth consecrate the limpid wave; Touch'd by His flesh, as by a healing rod,
Water hath learn’d new virtue, strong to save.
The fountain long foretold is open free,
O miracle of wondrous potency,
Hath turn'd the natural wave to mystic blood,
The Holy SPIRIT on a virgin came,
Upon the hallowed water came The Same,
To Thee, Who washest the lost world with blood
With FATHER, and with SPIRIT, only good,
“Lo, a voice from heaven, saying, This is My beloved SoN, in Whom I am well pleased.”
4O. Now JESUs lifts His prayer on high,
Swift moving, like a beauteous dove,
“This,” saith the voice of GoD above,
So those on whom is duly pour'd
They too are children of the LoRD,
Theirs is the holy purity,
To them the Holy GHosT is nigh,
LORD, since Thou hast remov’d our stain
Praise to the SoN, through Whom alone
Like praise be to the FATHER done,
“And He went down to them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them.” 41. IN stature grows the heavenly Child With death before His eyes; A Lamb unblemish'd, meek and mild, Prepar'd for Sacrifice.
The SoN of God His glory hides
And He, Who made the heavens, abides
Those mighty hands that stay the sky,
And He, W. set the stars on high,
He Whom the choirs of Angels praise,
His earthly parents now obeys,
The FATHER's Name we loudly raise,
The Holy GHosT, One GoD, we praise
“He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.”
42. THROUGH Judah’s land the SAVIOUR walks,
And yet the miracles He works
The deaf can hear, the dumb pronounce,