Thy never-changing office stands,
Eternal, as thy days.]
e 5 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood-but not his own,
Aaron within the vail appears,
Before the golden throne.
⚫ 6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood
Ascends above the skies;
And, in the presence of our God,
Shows his own sacrifice.
o 7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns
On Zion's heavenly hill:
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears his priesthood still.
-8 He ever lives-to intercede
Before his Father's face;
Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.
HYMN 146. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. *}
The Excellencies of Christ.
10 worship at Emmanuel's feet, See in his face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord
Nature, to make his beauties known,
Must mingle colours, not her own.
3 [Is HE compar'd to Wine or Bread?
Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed :
That flesh, that dying blood of thine,
Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.
4 Is HE a Tree? The world receives
Salvation from his healing leaves:
That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.
5 Is HE a Rose? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields:
Or if the Lily he assume,
The valleys bless the rich perfume.
6 Is HE a Vine? His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;
O let a lasting union join
My soul to Christ, the living Vine.
7 Is HE the Head? Each member lives,
And owns the vital power he gives;
The saints below and saints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.
8 Is HE a Fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of sin and death:
These waters ali my soul renew,
And cleanse my spotted garments too.
9 Is HE a Fire? He'll purge my dross;
But the pure gold sustains no loss;
Like a refiner shall Le sit,
And tread the refuse with his feet.
10 Is HE a Rock? How firm he proves! The Rock of Ages never moves :
Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.
11 Is HE a Way? He leads to God;
The path is drawn in lines of blood:
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
Till I arrive at Sion's hill.
12 Is HE a Door? I'll enter in ;
Behold the pastures large and green :
A Paradise divinely fair;
None but the sheep have freedom there.
13 Is HE design'd a Corner-Stone,-
For men to build their heaven upon?
I'll make him my foundation too;
Nor fear the plots of hell below.
14 Is HE a Temple? I adore
Th' indwelling Majesty and Power:
And still, to his most holy place,
Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.
15 Is HE a Star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light : I know his glories from afar;
I know the bright, the Morning-Star.
6 Is HE a Sun? His beams are grace; His course is joy and righteousness : Nations rejoice, when he appears, To chase the clouds, and dry their tears.]
e 17 Oh, let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! o There he displays his powers abroad,
And shines and reigns, th' incarnate God.
g 18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heaven his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace,
"Till we behold him face to face.
HYMN 147. L. M. Green's. [*]
Names and Titles of Christ.
1['TIS from the treasure of his word,
borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art, nor nature, can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.
2 Bright Image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminish'd rays;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.
3 The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh;
He wears a garment dipp'd in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can neither melt, nor move,
The Lamb resents his injur'd love,
Awakes his wrath, without delay-
And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
5 But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes!
Light of the world, and Life of men;
Nor bears those characters in vain.
6 With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A Friend and Brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
7 At length the Judge his throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from his friends;
And saints, in full fruition, prove
His rich variety of love.]
HYMN 148. P. M.
Scriptural Titles of Christ.
WITH cheerful voice I sing
The titles of my Lord;
And borrow all the names
Of honour from his word;
Nature and art
Sufficient forms
Of majesty.
In Jesus we behold
His Father's glorious face,
Shining for ever bright,
With mild and lovely rays.
-The eternal God's
Inherits and
Partakes the throne.
The sovereign King of kings,
The Lord of lords most high,-
Writes his own name upon
His garment and his thigh:
His name is call'd
The Word of God;
He rules the earth
With iron rod.
When promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move,
0 The angry Lamb resents
The injuries of his love:
u Awakes his wrath
Without delay,
b 5 But, when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,
What titles he assumes
Nor will he bear
Those names in vain.
Immense compassion reigns
In our Emmanuel's heart,
When he descends to act
A Mediator's part.
Divinely kind,
Divinely true.
At length the Lord, the Judge,
His awful throne ascends,
And drives the rebels far
From favourites and friends:
Then shall the saints
Completely prove
HYMN 149. L.M. Leeds. [*]
Offices of Christ.
1 [JOIN all the names of love and power,
That ever men or angels bore;
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set Emmanuel's glory forth.
2 But oh, what condescending ways
He takes, to teach his heavenly grace.
My eyes, with joy and wonder, see
What forms of love he bears to me.
3 The Angel of the Cov'nant stands,
With his commission in his hands,
Sent from his Father's milder throne,
To make the great salvation known.
4 Great Prophet! let me bless thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heaven
5 My bright Example, and my Guide,
I would be walking near thy side;
O let me never run astray,
Nor follow the forbidden way.
6 I love my Shepherd, he will keep
My wand'ring soul amongst his sheep;
He feeds his flocks, he calls their names
And in his bosom bears the lambs.
7 My Surety undertakes my cause,
Answering his Father's broken laws:
Behold my soul at freedom set!
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.
8 Jesus, my great High Priest, has dy'd,
I seek no sacrifice beside;
His blood did ence for all atone,
And now it pleads, before the throne.
9 My Advocate appears on high;
The Father lays his thunder by:
Not all that earth, or hell, can say
Shall turn my Father's heart away.
10 My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King
Thy sceptre, and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the vict'ry, and I sit,
A joyful subject, at thy feet
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