For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of Glory now.
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:
HIS CHARACTER AND TITLES.
1054 Thou art my hiding-place.—Ps. 32. 7.
WAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake!
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
We sing the Saviour of our race,
The Lamb, our Shield and Hiding-place.
2 When God's right arm is bared for war,
And thunders clothe His cloudy car,
Where-where-oh! where shall man re-
To escape the horror of His ire?
3 "Tis He-the Lamb-to Him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by:
God sees His Well-belovèd's face;
And spares us in our hiding-place.
4 Thus while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen;
To Him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us, for His Son.
5 While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
Fallen, abject, mean―a sentenced race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.
6 Yet courage-days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
And washed in Jesus' cleansing blood.
7 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We through the Lamb shall be decreed;
Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.—John 15. 13.
ESUS, the sinner's Friend!
We hide ourselves in Thee;
God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood-
It is our only plea.
He hears Thy precious name,
We claim it as our own;
The Father must accept and bless
His well-beloved Son.
He sees Thy spotless robe:
It covers all our sin;
The golden gates have welcomed Thee,
And we may enter in.
Thou hast fulfilled the law,
And we are justified;
Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse :
We live, for Thou hast died.
Jesus, the sinner's Friend!
We cannot speak Thy praise.
No mortal voice can sing the song
That ransomed hearts would raise
But when before the throne,
Upon the glassy sea,
Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white
We stand complete in Thee,—
อ Jesus, we'll give Thee then
Such praises as are meet,
And cast ten thousand golden crowns,
Adoring, at Thy feet.
MRS. C. PENNEFATHER. 1874.
1056 Lo! I am with you alway.—Matt. 28. 20.
JESUS, ever present,
O Shepherd ever kind,
Thy very name is music
To ear, and heart, and mind.
It woke my wondering childhood
To muse on things above;
It drew my harder manhood
With cords of mighty love.
2 How oft to sure destruction
My feet had gone astray,
Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd,
The Guardian of my way!
How oft, in darkness fallen,
And wounded sore by sin,
Thy hand has gently raised me,
And healing balm poured in!
3 O Shepherd good, I follow
Wherever Thou wilt lead;
No matter where the pasture,
With Thee at hand to feed.
Thy voice, in life so mighty,
În death shall make me bold;
O bring my ransomed spirit
To Thine eternal fold!
LAURENCE TUTTIETT. 1866.
and hast redeemed us.-Rev. 5. 9.
1 OME, let us sing the
The saints in heaven began the strain, The homage which to Christ belongs: 'Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
2 Slain to redeem us by His blood,
To cleanse from every sinful stain,
And make us kings and priests to God:
Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
3 To Him who suffer'd on the tree
Our souls, at His soul's price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be:
Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
4 To Him, enthroned by filial right,
All power in heaven and earth proclaim,
Honour, and majesty, and might:
Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
5 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high, Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, Living to sing, and dying cry,
'Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
6 Yea, in eternity of bliss,
When called thro' grace with Him to reign; Our song, our song of songs, be this: "Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"
JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1853.
It is good for me to draw near to God.
Ps. 73. 28.
1 CAVIOUR, blessed Saviour,
Listen whilst we sing ;
Hearts and voices raising,
Praises to our King.
All we have to offer,
All we hope to be-
Body, soul, and spirit-
All we yield to Thee.
2 Farther, ever farther,
From Thy wounded side,
Heedlessly we wandered,
Wandered far and wide,
Till Thou cam'st in mercy,
Seeking young and old,
Lovingly to bear them,
Saviour, to Thy fold.
3 Nearer, ever nearer,
Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration,
Bending low the knee;
Thou for our redemption
Cam'st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,
Hast gone up on high.
4 Dark, and ever darker,
Was the wintry past,
Now a ray of gladness
O'er our path is cast;
Every day that passeth,
Every hour that flies,
Tells of love unfeignèd,
Love that never dies.
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