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And borrow all the names

Of honour from his word;

Nature and art

Can ne'er supply

2 In Jesus we behold

Sufficient forms

Of majesty.

His Father's glorious face,
Shining for ever bright,

With mild and lovely rays:

-Th' eternal God's

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Eternal Son

Inherits and

Partakes the throne.

3 The sov'reign 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 eartli
With iron rod.

4 When promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move,
The angry Lamb resents
The injuries of his love :

Awakes his wrath

Without delay,

As lions roar,

And tear the prey.

5 But, when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,

• What titles he assumes!

Light of the world,

And Life of men!

Nor will he bear

Those names in vain

6 Immense compassion reigns
In our Emmanuel's heart,
When he descends to act

A Mediator's part.

He is a Friend,

And Brother too;

Divinely true.

7 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

The heights and depths

Of all his love.

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HYMN 149. L. M. Leeds. [*]
Offices of Christ.

"OIN all the names of love and pow'r,

J That ever man or angels bore:

All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set EMMANUEL'S glory forth.
2 But O what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heav'nly 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 forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.
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 shall 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 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 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.

11 Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds,
The CAPTAIN OF SALVATION leads:
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Tho' death and hell obstruct the way.

12 Should death, and hell, and pow'rs unknown,
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe; for CHRIST displays
Salvation in more sov'reign ways.]

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HYMN 150. P. M. Bethesda. [*] Scriptural Characters of Christ.

OIN all the glorious names

Jof wisdom, love, and pow'r,

That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:

Too mean to set

e All are too mean,

To speak his worth;

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My Saviour forth.

2 But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Does our Redeemer use,
To teach his heav'nly grace!

-Mine eyes, with joy What forms of love

And wonder, see

He bears for me.

3 (Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an Angel stands;
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands:

o Commission'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 salvation came:

o The joyful news Of sins forgiv'n,

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Of hell subdu'd,

And peace with heav'n.;

5 (Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern and my Guide;
And through this desert land,
Still keep me near thy side.

O let my feet
Ne'er run astray,

Nor rove nor seek
The crooked way!

6 (I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul, among
The thousands of his sheep:

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He calls their names;

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His bosom bears
The tender lambs.)

(To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws:

Behold my soul

At freedom set!

My Surety paid
The dreadful debt.)

8 (Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and dy'd ;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:

• His pow'rful blood
Did once atone

e 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

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Or sin can say,

Shall turn his heart,
His love away.)

10 (My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing.

Thine is the pow'r ; In willing bonds, a Behold I sit,

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Beneath thy feet.)

11 (Now let my soul arise,
And tread the Tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.

-A feeble saint

Shall win the day;

o Tho' 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 safe

For Christ displays

Superior pow'r,
And guardian grace.

END OF THE FIRST BOOK.

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A Song of Praise to God.

ATURE, with all her pow'rs, shall sing,
God the Creator, and the King;

Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.

2 (Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sound,
To the creation's utmost bound.)

3 (All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force, and own his Name;
Whilst with our souls, and with our voice,
We sing his honours, and our joys.)

4 (To him be sacred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave:
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
And ev'ry word a miracle.)

5 [These western shores, our native land,
Lie safe in the Almighty's hand!
Our foes of vict'ry dream in vain,
And wear the captivating chain.
6 Raise monumental praises high,
To him who thunders through the sky,
And with an awful nod or frown,
Shakes an aspiring tyrant down.

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