HARYARD COLLEGE LIBRARY
1055 Septs.
luft of
Josiah I Eastman,
129 Federal Street, Bosta
The Goodness of God in Redemption.
1 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow:
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men ;
Fairer is he than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine;
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.
HYMN 2. C. P. M.
1 OH could I speak the matchless worth, Oh could I sound the glories forth That in my Saviour shine;
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes that are divine.
2 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears
Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all his glories known.
3 Soon the delightful morn will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face;
There with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,
Amid his Father's throne!
Prepare new honors for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet,
As they the throne surround
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweetest sound.
3 Those are the prayers of all the saints,
And these the songs they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He listens to our praise.
4 He has redeemed his saints with blood,
Has set the pris'ners free;
Has made them kings and priests with God,
And they shall reign with thee.
5 Now to the Lamb that once was slain
Be endless blessings paid:
Salvation, glory, joy remain
Forever on his head.
HYMN 4. 78. M.
1 JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,
Till the storms of life are past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me :
All my trust on Thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin :
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee:
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 Dear name, the Rock on which we build,
Our shield and hiding-place;
Our never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.
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