1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,
Amidst his Father's throne;
Prepare new honors for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise: Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.
4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy remain
Forever on thy head.
5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free;
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bosom glows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood;
And Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great High-Priest above,
And celebrate his constant care,
And sympathetic love.
2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train
With matchless honor crowned;
3 The names of all his saints he bears,
Deep graven on his heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.
4 Those characters shall fair abide,
Our everlasting trust,
When gems, and monuments, and crowns,
Are mouldered down to dust.
5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.
1 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The patron of mankind appears.
2 He, who for men in mercy stood,
And poured on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace,
The guardian God of human race.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears and agonies and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
1 BEFORE the throne of God above,
I have a strong, a perfect plea:
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
2 My name is graven on his hands; My name is written on his heart; Oh, know that while in heaven he stands No tongue can bid me thence depart. 3 When Satan tempts me to despair, And tells me of the guilt within, Upward I look, and see him there,
Who made an end of all my sin.
4 Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted frec;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on him, and pardon me.
5 Behold him there, the bleeding Lamb!
My perfect, spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable "I Am,"
The King of glory and of grace.
6 One with himself, I cannot die;
My soul is purchased by his blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God.
Charitie Lees Smith, 1863.
1 SAVIOUR, I lift my trembling eyes [high,
To that bright seat where, placed on
The great, the atoning Sacrifice,
For me, for all, is ever nigh.
2 Be thou my guard on peril's brink;
Be thou my guide thro' weal and woe;
And teach me of thy cup to drink,
And make me in thy path to go.
3 For what is earthly change or loss?
Thy promises are still my own;
The feeblest frame may bear thy cross,
The lowliest spirit share thy throne.
1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives;
What joy the blest assurance gives!
And now, before his Father God,
Pleads the full merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice, armed with frowns, appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace!
3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts;
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise,
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend!
On him our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
Anne Steele, 1760.
287.
1 JESUS, the Lord, our souls adore,
A painful sufferer now no more;
High on his Father's throne he reigns
O'er earth, and heaven's extensive plains.
2 His race forever is complete;
Forever undisturbed his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gained victory.
3 Yet, 'midst the honors of his throne,
He joys not for himself alone;
His meanest servants share their part,-
Share in that royal, tender heart
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