Nor will he bear
Those names in vain.
6 Immense compaffion reigns
In our Immanuel's heart,
When he defcends to act
A Mediator's part.
He is a friend,
And brother too;
Divinely kind,
Divinely true.
7 At length the Lord, the Judge,
His awful throne afcends,
And drives the rebels far
From favourites and friends :
Then shall the faints
Completely prove
The heights and depths
Of all his love.
HYMN CXLIX. Long Metre.
The Offices of Christ; from several Scriptures.
OIN all the names of love and pow'r,
That ever men or angels bore;
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or fet Immanuel's glory forth.
2 But Oh, what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heav'nly grace !
My eyes with joy and wonder fee
What forms of love he bears for 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 fins forgiv'n,
Of hell fubdu'd, and peace with heav'n.]
5 [My bright Example, and my Guide,
I would be walking near thy fide;
O let me never run aftray,
Nor follow the forbidden way!
6 I love my Shepherd-he shall keep
My wand'ring foul amongit his sheep;
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.]
7 [My Surety undertakes my cause,
Answ'ring his Father's broken laws;
Behold my foul at freedom set,
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]
8 [Jesus, my great High Priest, has dy'd-
I feek no facrifice beside;
His blood did once 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 fay,
Shall turn my Father's heart away.]
το My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King,
Thy fceptre, and thy sword I fing;
Thine is the vict'ry, and I fit
A joyful fubject at thy feet.]
11 [Afpire, my foul, to glorious deeds; The "Captain of falvation" leads ; March on, nor fear to win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.]
12 [Should death, & hell, & pow'rs unknown,
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Salvation in more sov'reign ways.]
HYMN CL. Particular Metre.
The fame as the 148th Pfalm.
OIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore :
All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to fet
My Saviour forth.
2 But, O what gentle terms,
What condefcending ways
Doth our Redeemer ufe
To teach his heav'nly grace !
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder fee
What forms of love
He bears for me.
3 [Array'd in mortal flesh,
He, like an Angel, stands,
And holds the promifes
And pardons in his hands:
Commiffion'd from
His Father's throne,
To make his grace
To mortals known.]
4 [Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our falvation came;
The joyful news
Of fins forgiv'n,
Of hell fubdu'd,
And peace with heav'n.]
5 [Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this defert land
Still keep me near thy side.
O let my feet
Ne'er run aftray,
Nor rove, nor feek
The crooked way!]
6 [I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring foul among
The thousands of his sheep :
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears
The tender lambs.]
7 [To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause ;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my foul
At freedom fet!
My Surety paid
The dreadful debt.]
8 [Jesus, my great High Prieft,
Offer'd his blood, and dy'd :
My guilty confcience feeks
No facrifice befide.
His pow'rful blood
Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the throne.]
9 [My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell
Or fin can say,
Shall turn his heart,
His love away.]
10 [My dear almighty Lord,
My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy fceptre, and thy fword,
Thy reigning grace 1 fing.
Thine is the pow'r;
Behold I fit
In willing bonds
Beneath thy feet.]
11 [Now let my foul arife,
And tread the tempter down:
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble faint
Shall win the day,
Though death and hell
Obstruct the way.]
12 Should all the hosts of death,
And pow'rs of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be fafe
For Christ displays
Superior pow'r
And guardian grace.
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