3 Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou would'st be made of human flesh,
Beset with troubles round.
4 Thou would'st like wretched man be made, In every thing but sin;
That we as like thee might become
As we unlike had been.
5 Like thee in lowlines and love,
And every beauteous grace,
From glory thus to glory changed,
Till we behold thy face.
6 O Jesus, may we more and more
Thy grace and goodness prove,
Till thy dear name our spirits fill
With light, and joy, and love.
1 BLESSINGS for ever on the Lamb
Who bore for us our sin and shame : Let the whole world his praise repeat, Let angels worship at his feet.
2 Glory and power to him who died,
Our souls to save, our guilt to hide;
Far as creation's bounds extend,
All beings bless the sinners' Friend.
3 But more than all should we proclaim,
Through earth and heaven his sacred name;
Our trust, our triumph, and our love;
Heaven and eternity shall prove,
LEVITICUS Xxv. 8-10.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly-solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound: The of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Exalt the Son of God,
The all-atoning Lamb!
Redemption by his blood
To all the world proclaim:
The of Jubliee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Though ye have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Come, take it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Bond-slaves of sin, and hell,
Your liberty receive;
No more in darkness dwell,
But look to Christ and live;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
BREAD of heaven, on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed,
With this true and living bread.
2 Lord of heaven, thy wounded side
Hath the cup of life supplied;
Thou dost freely pardon give,
To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day thy strength afford,
Mighty Saviour, risen Lord;
Lord of life, Oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee.
BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ, our joy and peace;
Let our praise to him be given,
High at God's right hand in heaven!
2 Jesus, thee the angels sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King;
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.
3 Thou hast the glad tidings brought,
Of salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church, and we
Worship in their company.
4 We, thy little flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore;
Guide us, keep us, by thy love,
Bring us to thy bliss above.
RETHREN, let us walk together
In the bonds of love and peace;
Can it be a question whether
Brethren should from conflict cease?
'Tis in union,
Hope and joy, and love increase.
2 While we journey homeward, let us
Help each other on the road;
Foes on every side beset us,
Snares through all the way are strewed;
Each to bear a brother's load.
3 When we think how much our Father
Has passed by, and does forgive;
Surely we should learn the rather
Free from wrath and strive to live,
Far removing
All that might offend or grieve.
4 Let us each esteem his brother
Better than himself to be;
And each one prefer another,
Full of love, from envy free;
Happy are we,
BRIGHTNESS of thy Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Dread, my soul such guilty silence
Praise the Lord who came to die.
2 Hosts of angels sang thy coming,
Watchful shepherds learned their lays;
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse its praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
4 By that cross immortal Saviour,
Thou hast won thy glorious throne:
Soon return and reign for ever;
Be the universe thine own.
ISAIAH Ixi 1. ACTS xxvi. 18.
1 BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
2 Our guilty souls are tossed with fears
Till his atoning blood appears;
But then arise from deep distress,
To sing the 'Lord our righteousness.'
3 Our very frame is mixed with sin,
His Spirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from his sufferings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.
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