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When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy name? % Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groau’d and died, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
Al his Almighty Father's side.
Who stood condemn'l at Pilate's bar:
Though he was charg’l with madness here. * All riches are his pative right,
Verhe sustain'd amazing loss;
Who left his weakness on the cross. 5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn:
And a bright crown without a thorn. 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
L. M. 155.
Christ's Ascension, Psalm xxiv. Y. 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone to on higli;
Draged to the portals of the sky.
Ard angels chant the solemn lay;
Te everlasting doors, give way!” 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
Anel wille wifold the radiant scene;
1 « Who is the King of Glory, who?”.
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame;
S. M. 156.
appear before our God, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne
With his atoning blood.
Nor burning wrath comes down;
'The Saviour shows his own. 3
Before his father's eye
Our humble suit he moves,
And looks, and smiles, and loves
Our Maker's honour sing,
And bears them to the King. 5 (We bow before his tace,
And sound his glories high,
And triumphs all above;'
To speak immortal love!
Shake off thy guilty fear's,
Before the throne my Surety stands,
For me to intercede;
His precious blood to plead;
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary;
They strongly speak for me;
His dear anointed One:
The Presence of his Son;
And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconcild,
His pard’ning voice I hear:
I can no longer fear;
L. M. 158.I know that my Redeemer liveth. Job xix. 25. 1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, my ever living head.
He lives to plead for me above,
, He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with his eye
He lives, all blessings to impart. 5 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
159 (150.) L. M.
Christ exalted. * Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above; There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wondrous love: 2 Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir’d,
How bright, how lovely, how admir'd! 3 Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor's place, O what returns can mortals give
For such immeasurable grace! Were universal nature ours,
And art with all her boasted store; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs,
Would still confess the off’rer poor. 5 Yet tho' for bounty so divine
We ne'er can equal honours raise:
160. Christ adored by the heavenly host.
,(173.) C. M. 1 O
the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Of his o’erflowing grace!
Bend their bright sceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and pow’rs rejoice,
To see him wear the crown.
Thro ev'ry heav'nly street;
Submissive at his feet. 4 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains:
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Be endless blessings paid;
For ever on thy head! 6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris'ners free,
Aud we shall reign with thee.
NAMES AND CHARACTERS OF
STAR OF BETHLEHEM,
L M. 161.
The Star of Bethlehem.
The glittering hosts bestud the sky;