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Thy never-changing office stands,
Eternal, as thy days.).

With blood-but not his own,
Aaron witħin the vail appears,

Before the golden throne.
0 6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood,

Ascends above the skies;
And, in the presence of our God,

Shows his own sacrifice.
09 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns

On Zion's heavenly hill;
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,

And wears his priesthood still. -8 He ever lives to intercede

Before his Father's face;
Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,

Nor doubt the Father's grace.
HYMN 146. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*]

The Excellencies of Christ.
1 no worship at Emmanuel's feet,

U See in his face what wonders meet';
Earth is too narrow to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.
2 The whole creation can afford
But some faint shadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make his beauties kņown,
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 :
That righteous Branch, that fruitful Bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.
5 Is HE a Rose? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields :
Or if the Lily he assume,
The valleys bless the rich perfume.
6 Is HE a Vine? His heavenly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;


Oh let a lasting union join
My soul to Christ, the living vine.
Is HE the Head? Each member lives,
And owns the vital power he gives;
The saints below and saints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.
8 Is HE a Fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of sin and death:
These waters all my soul renew,
And cleanse my spotted garments too.
9 Is HE a Fire? He'll purge my days;
But the true gold sustains no loss;
Like a refiner shall he sit,
And tread the refuse with his feet.
10 Is HE a Rock? How firm he proves !
The Rock of Ages never moves :
Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.
11 Is HE a Way? He leads to God;
The path is drawn in lines of blood :
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
Till I arrive at Sion's hill.
12 Is HE a Door? I'll enter in;
Behold the pastures large and green:
A Paradise divinely fair ;
None but the sheep have freedom there.
13 Is HE design'd a Corner-Stone,
For men to build their heaven upon ?
I'll make him my foundation too;
Nor fear the plots of hell below.
14 Is HE a Temple? I adore
Th’indwelling Majesty and Power:
And still, to his most holy place,
Whene'er I pray, I turn my face.
15 Is HE a Star? He breaks the night,
Piercing the shades with dawning light:
I know his glories from afar;
I know the bright, the Morning-Star.
16 Is HE a Sun? His beams are grace;
His course is joy and righteousness :
Nations rejoice, when he appears,
To chase the clouds, and dry their tears.)

I'll men toesign'da ave freedom

e 17 Oh, let me climb those higher skies,

Where storms and darkness never rise ! o There he displays his powers abroad,

And shines and reigns, th' incarnate God. g 18 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heaven his full resemblance bears ; His beauties we can never trace, 'Till we behold him face to face. HYMN 147. L. M. Green's. [*]

Names and Titles of Christ. 1 POTVIS from the treasure of his word,

II borrow titles for my Lord ;
Nor art, nor nature, can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.
2 Bright Image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminish'd rays;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.
3 The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh;
He wears a garment dipp'd in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can neither melt, nor move,
The Lamb resents his injur'd love,
Awakes his wrath, without delay
And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
5 But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes !
Light of the world, and Life of men;
Nor bears those characters in vain.
6 With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A Friend and Brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
ng At length the Judge his throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from his friends;
And saints, in full fruition, prove
His rich variety of love.] :
HYMN 148. P. M. Allerton. [*]

Scriptural Titles of Christ.
1 W ITH cheerful voice I sing

The titles of my Lord ;

And borrow all the names

Of honour from his word;
Nature and art Sufficient forms

Can ne'er supply | Of majesty. ė 2 In Jesus we behold

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

With mild and lovely rays :
-Th' eternal God's Inherits and

Partakes the throne. g 3 The sovereign King of kings,

The Lord of lords most high,
Writes his own name upon

His garment and his thigh :
His name is call'd He rules the earth
The Word of God; I With iron rod.
4 When promises and grace

Can neither melt nor move, 0 The angry Lamb resents

The injuries of his love: u Awakes his wrath | As lions roar,

Without delay, And tear the prey. b 5 But, when for works of peace

The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,

What titles he assumes !
Light of the World, Nor will he bear

And Life of men! Those names in vain. 06 Immense compassion reigns

In our Emmanuel's heart,
When he descends to act

A Mediator's part.
He is a Friend, Divinely kind,

And Brother too; · Divinely true. 87 At length the Lord, the Judge,

His awful throne ascends,
And drives the rebels far

From favourites and friends:
Then shall the saints | The heights and depths
Completely prove Of all his love.

HYMN 149. L. M. Leeds. [*]

Offices of Christ. 1[ TOIN all the names of love and power,

J That ever men or angels bore; All are too mean to speak his worth, Or set Emmanuel's glory forth. 2 But oh, what condescending ways He takes, to teach his heavenly 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 forgiven, Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heaven. 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 will keep My wand'ring soul amongst his sheep; He feeds his flocks, he calls their names, And in his bosom bears the lambs. ng 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 Conquror, and my King, Thy sceptre, and thy sword I sing; Thine is the victry, and I sit, A joyful subject, at thy feet.

My sus, my sreace beside atone,

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