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'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave; He who redeem'd my soul from hell
Hath Sov'reign Power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the suff'rers rest;
And justice for th' oppress’d.
He made by Moses known:
Whence all their white
Of everlasting day !"
On fiery wheels they rode,
In Jesus' dying blood.
And bow before his throne ::
Adore the Holy One.
Among his saints reside,
Sees all their wants supply'd.
And hunger flee as fast;
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
TOW beauteous are their feet
HWho stand on Zion's hill
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal !
How sweet the tidings are !
He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
And sought but never found !
That see this heavenly light;
But dy'd without the sight.
And tuneful notes employ ;
And deserts learn the joy.
Through all the earth abroad ;
upon thy truth;
My God, mine everlasting hope,
2 New wonders, Lord, mine eyes have seen
With each revolving year ;
Í trust them to thy care.
And leave my fainting heart?
If God my strength depart?
Will be my next remove ;
Declare thy wond'rous love!
To the surviving age;
When I shall quit the stage.
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save;
Securely to the grave.
My flesh shall be thy care;
G worship at Immanuel's feet,
See in his face what wonders meet!
His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord;
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;
Is David's root and offspring too. 5 Is he a Rose ? not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields :
The vallies bless the rich perfume. 6 Is he a Vine? his heavenly Root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit:
Each soul to Christ, the living Vine! 7 Is he the Head ? Each member lives
Upon the vital power he gives !
Join’d by his spirit and his love.
Piercing the shades with dawning light;
I know the bright, the Morning-Star. 9 Is he a Fire? He'll purge my dross ;
But the true gold sustains no loss :
And tread the refuse with his feet.
The Rock of Ages never moves ;
Attend us all the desert through. 11 Is he a Way? He leads to God,
The path is drawn in lines of blood !
Till I arrive at Zion's hill. 12 Is he a Door? I'll enter in ;
Behold the pastures, large and green !
13 Is he a Sun? His beams are grace,
His course is joy and righteousness :
To chase their clouds and dry their tears. 14 Is he a Temple ? I adore
Th' indwelling Majesty and power;
HYMN 282. C. M.
No music like thy charming name,
Can half so pleasing be! 2 O may we ever hear thy voice
mercy to us speak !
Thou great Melchisedec.
While in this world we stay;
When all things else decay:
With all his favour'd throng,
HYMN 283. C. M.
God's tender Care of his Church,
· And burst into a song ;
And pleasures tune my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Zion's bill
Some mercy-drops has thrown,
To shower salvation down.