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Our Lord's Life on Earth
262 — His Divine Example.
262His Divine Example.L.M.
1 MY dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in Thy Word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptation knew,
Thy conflict and Thy victory too.
4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
263 — Imitation of Jesus.
263Imitation of Jesus.C.M.
1 LORD, as to Thy dear Cross we flee,
And plead to be forgiven,
So let Thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear;
Like Thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brethren's griefs to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;
And kindness in our bosoms dwell,
As free and true as Thine.
4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,
And griefs dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,
"Father, Thy will be done."
5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,
Oh may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow Thee to heaven!
John Hampden Gurney, 1851.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
264 — The Mind of Christ.
264The Mind of Christ.7s.
1 FATHER of eternal grace,
May we all resemble Thee;
Meekly beaming in our face,
May the world Thine image see.
2 Happy only in Thy love,
Poor, unfriended, or unknown;
Fix our thoughts on things above,
Stay our hearts on Thee alone.
3 Humble, holy, all resign'd
To Thy will—Thy will be done!
Give us, Lord, the perfect mind
Of Thy well-beloved Son.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May we tread the path He trod:
Bear with Him on earth our cross,
Rise with Him to Thee, our God.
James Montgomery, 1808.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
265 — His love to Souls.
265His love to Souls.S.M.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for Thee.
3 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
Benjamin Beddome, 1818.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
266 — His Fellowship with us.
266His Fellowship with us.8.7.4.
1 PILGRIMS here on earth and strangers,
'Neath a weary load we bend:
Oh! how sweet, 'mid toils and dangers,
Still to have a heavenly Friend!
Christ has suffer'd,
And to sufferers grace will send
2 By as deadly foes assaulted,
By as strong temptations tried,
Still His footsteps never halted,
On from strength to strength He hied.
What could move Him,
With Jehovah at His side?
3 To the shameful cross they nail'd Him,
And that cross became His throne:
In the tomb they laid and seal'd Him;
Lo, the Saviour bursts the stone,
And, ascending,
Claims all empire as His own.
4 Jesu, from Thy heavenly glories,
Here an eye of mercy cast;
Make our path still plain before us,
Smooth the wave, and still the blast.
Thou hast help'd us:
Bear us safely home at last.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
267 — His Work as God's Anointed.
267His Work as God's Anointed.8.7.4.
1 THUS saith God of His Anointed:
He shall let My people go;
'Tis the work for Him appointed,
'Tis the work that He shall do;
And My city
He shall found, and build it too.
2 He whom man with scorn refuses,
Whom the favour'd nation hates,
He it is Jehovah chooses,
Him the highest place awaits;
Kings and princes
Shall do homage at His gates.
3 He shall humble all the scorners;
He shall fill His foes with shame;
He shall raise and comfort mourners
By the sweetness of His name;
To the captives
He shall liberty proclaim.
4 He shall gather those that wander'd;
When they hear the trumpet's sound,
They shall join His sacred standard,
They shall come and flock around;
He shall save them;
They shall be with glory crown'd.
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
268 — Despised and rejected of Men.
268Despised and rejected of Men.C.M.
1 REJECTED and despised of men,
Behold a man of woe!
And grief His close companion still
Through all His life below!
2 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,
Ours were the woes He bore;
Pangs not His own, His spotless soul
With bitter anguish tore.
3 We held Him as condemn'd of heaven,
An outcast from His God;
While for our sins He groan'd, He bled,
Beneath His Father's rod.
4 His sacred blood hath wash'd our souls
From sin's polluting stain;
His stripes have heal'd us, and His death
Revived our souls again.
William Robertson, 1751.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Jesus' Sufferings and Death
269 — A place called Gethsemane.
269A place called Gethsemane.7s., 6 lines.
1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs His soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete.
"It is finish'd!" hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid His breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom:
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen:—He meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
James Montgomery, 1825.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Jesus' Sufferings and Death
269 — A place called Gethsemane.
269A place called Gethsemane.7s., 6 lines.
1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs His soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete.
"It is finish'd!" hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid His breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom:
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen:—He meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
James Montgomery, 1825.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
270 — Gethsemane.
270Gethsemane.L.M.
1 COME, all ye chosen saints of God,
Who long to feel the cleansing blood,
In pensive pleasure join with me
To sing of sad Gethsemane.
2 Gethsemane, the olive-press!
(And why so call'd let Christians guess)
Fit name, fit place, where vengeance strove,
And griped and grappled hard with love.
3 'Twas here the Lord of life appear'd,
And sigh'd, and groan'd, and pray'd, and fear'd;
Bore all incarnate God could bear,
With strength enough, and none to spare.
4 And why, dear Saviour, tell me why
Thou didst a bleeding sufferer lie?
What mighty motive could Thee move?
The motive's plain—'twas all for love!
5 For love of whom? of sinners base;
A harden'd herd, a rebel race;
That mock'd and trampled on Thy blood,
And wanton'd in the wounds of God.
6 Oh love of unexampled kind!
That leaves all thought so far behind;
Where length, and breadth, and depth, and height,
Are lost to my astonish'd sight.
Joseph Hart, 1759, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
271 — Gethsemane.
271Gethsemane.7s., 6 lines.
1 MANY woes had He endured,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient, and to pains inured:
But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee,
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane!
2 Came at length the dreadful night;
Vengeance with its iron rod
Stood, and with collected might
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God.
See, my soul, thy Saviour see,
Prostrate in Gethsemane!
3 There my God bore all my guilt;
This through grace can be believed;
But the horrors which He felt
Are too vast to be conceived.
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark Gethsemane!
4 Sins against a holy God;
Sins against His righteous laws;
Sins against His love, His blood;
Sins against His name and cause;
Sins immense as is the sea—
Hide me, O Gethsemane!
5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
No, not one good work to plead:
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane!
6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Hymn'd by all the heavenly host
In Thy shining courts above,
We poor sinners, gracious Three,
Bless Thee for Gethsemane.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
272 — Gethsemane.
272Gethsemane.8.8.6.
1 IMMANUEL, sunk with dreadful woe,
Unfelt, unknown to all below—
Except the Son of God—
In agonizing pangs of soul,
Drinks deep of wormwood's bitterest bowl,
And sweats great drops of blood.
2 "O Father, hear! this cup remove;
Save Thou the darling of Thy love
(The prostrate victim cries)
From overwhelming fear and dread!
Though He must mingle with the dead—
His people's sacrifice."
3 His earnest prayer, His deepening groans,
Were heard before angelic thrones;
Amazement wrapt the sky:
"Go, strengthen Christ!" the Father said:
The astonish'd seraph bow'd his head
And left the realms on high.
4 Made strong in strength, renew'd from heaven,
Jesus receives the cup as given
And perfectly resign'd,
He drinks the wormwood mix'd with gall,
Sustains the curse, removes it all,
Nor leaves a dreg behind.
Rippon's Selection, 1800.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
273 — "Thine Unknown Sufferings."
273"Thine Unknown Sufferings."L.M.
1 MUCH we talk of Jesu's blood,
But, how little's understood!
Of His sufferings, so intense,
Angels have no perfect sense.
2 Who can rightly comprehend
Their beginning or their end?
'Tis to God and God alone
That their weight is fully known.
3 See the suffering Son of God,
Panting, groaning, sweating blood!
Boundless depths of love divine!
Jesus, what a love was Thine!
4 Though the wonders Thou hast done,
Are as yet so little known,
Here we fix and comfort take,
Jesus died for sinners' sake.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
274 — His Passion.
274His Passion.L.M.
1 SEE how the patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in His lowest case!
Sinners have bound the Almighty hands,
And spit in their Creator's face.
2 With thorns His temple gored and gash'd
Send streams of blood from every part;
His back's with knotted scourges lash'd,
But sharper scourges tear His heart.
3 Nail'd naked to the accursed wood,
Exposed to earth and heaven above,
A spectacle of wounds and blood,
A prodigy of injured love!
4 Hark! how His doleful cries affright
Affected angels, while they view;
His friends forsook Him in the night,
And now His God forsakes Him too!
5 Behold that pale, that languid face,
That drooping head, those languid eyes!
Behold in sorrow and disgrace
Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!
6 Ye that assume His sacred name,
Now tell me. what can all this mean?
What was it bruised God's harmless Lamb,
What was it pierced His soul but sin?
7 Blush, Christian, blush: let shame abound
If sin affects thee not with woe,
Whatever life is in Thee found,
The life of Christ thou dost not know.
Joseph Hart, 1759, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
275 — "A Crown of Thorns."
275"A Crown of Thorns."7.6., Double.
1 SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and pain weigh'd down,
How scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown!
How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
2 O Lord of life and glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, Heavenly Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
4 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
Oh show Thy cross to me;
And, for my succour flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move,
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153.
tr. Paul Gerhardt, 1659.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
276 — Jesus wounded.
276Jesus wounded.C.M.
1 HOW clearly all His torturing wounds
The love of Jesus show,
Those wounds from whence encrimson'd rills
Of blood atoning flow.
2 How doth th' ensanguined thorny crown
That beauteous brow transpierce!
How do the nails those hands and feet
Contract with tortures fierce!
3 He bows His head, and forth at last
His loving spirit soars;
Yet even after death His heart
For us its tribute pours.
4 Oh, come, all ye in whom are fix'd
The deadly stains of sin;
Come, wash in His all-saving blood,
And ye shall be made clean.
5 Praise Him, who with the Father sits
Enthroned upon the skies;
Whose blood redeems our souls from guilt,
Whose Spirit sanctifies.
Edward Caswall. 1849, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
277 — Jesu's Sorrow.
277Jesu's Sorrow.7s.
1 SEE the destined day arise!
See, a willing sacrifice,
Jesus, to redeem our loss,
Hangs upon the shameful cross!
2 Jesu, who but Thou had borne,
Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing Thy life of woe?
3 Who but Thou had dared to drain,
Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain;
And with tender body bear
Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear?
4 Thence the cleansing water flow'd
Mingled from Thy side with blood;
Sign to all attesting eyes
Of the finish'd sacrifice.
5 Holy Jesu, grant us grace,
In that sacrifice to place
All our trust for life renew'd,
Pardon'd sin, and promised good.
Richard Mant, 1837, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
278 — "They Crucified Him."
278"They Crucified Him."L.M.
1 OH come and mourn with me awhile;
Oh come ye to the Saviour's side;
Oh come together, let us mourn:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
3 How fast His hands and feet are nail'd;
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimm'd with blood;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
4 Come let us stand beneath the cross;
So may the blood from out His side
Fall gently on us drop by drop;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
5 A broken heart, a fount of tears
Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since Thou for us art crucified.
Frederick William Faber, 1849. a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
279 — Weeping at the Cross.
279Weeping at the Cross.C.M.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree.
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker died
For man. the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
280 — The Attraction of the Cross.
280The Attraction of the Cross.C.M.
1 YONDER—amazing sight!—I see
Th' incarnate Son of God
Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And weltering in His blood.
2 Behold, a purple torrent run
Down from His hands and head,
The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with th' amazed centurion, cry,
"This is the Son of God!"
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 Oh that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to Thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be Thine!
Thine it shall ever be!
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
281 — View of Christ Crucified.
281View of Christ Crucified.8.7.
1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops! my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before His cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in His languid eye.
4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've more forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll bathe,
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.
6 May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove His wounds each day more healing
And Himself more fully know.
James Allen, 1757
Walter Shirley, 1770.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
282 — Crucifixion to the World by the Cross.
282Crucifixion to the World by the Cross.L.M.
1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest Rain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God,
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree,
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
6 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
283 — Love in Agony.
283Love in Agony.C M.
1 THE enormous load of human guilt
Was on my Saviour laid;
With woes as with a garment, He
For sinners was array'd.
2 And in the horrid pangs of death
He wept, He pray'd for me;
Loved and embraced my guilty soul
When nailed to the tree.
3 Oh love amazing! love beyond
The reach of human tongue;
Love which shall be the subject of
An everlasting song.
William Williams, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
284 — "The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."
284"The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."C M.
1 IN Jesu's name, with one accord,
Lift up a sacred hymn,
And think what healing streams He pour'd
From every bleeding limb.
2 Oh who can tell what woes He bore
When that pure blood was spilt,
What pangs His tortured bosom tore
When loaded with our guilt?
3 'Twas not the insulting voice of scorn
So deeply wrung His heart;
The piercing nail, the pointed thorn,
Caused not the saddest smart:
4 But every struggling sigh betray'd
A heavier grief within,
How on His burden'd soul was laid
The weight of human sin.
5 O Thou who hast vouchsafed to bear
Our sins' oppressive load,
Grant us Thy righteousness to wear,
And lead us to our God.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1831.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
285 — "He loved me."
285"He loved me."C.M.
1 FOR me vouchsafed th' unspotted Lamb
His Father's wrath to bear;
I see His feet, and read my name
Engraven deeply there.
2 Forth from the Lord His gushing blood
In purple currents ran;
And every wound proclaim'd aloud
His wondrous love to man.
3 For me the Saviour's blood avails,
Almighty to atone;
The hands He gave to piercing nails
Shall lead me to His throne.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
286 — A Song for the foot of the Cross.
286A Song for the foot of the Cross.8.7.4.
1 NOW, my soul, thy voice upraising,
Sing aloud in mournful strain,
Of the sorrows most amazing,
And the agonizing pain,
Which our Saviour
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.
2 He the ruthless scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay;
Sinners by His own stripes curing,
Raising those who wounded lay;
Bore our sorrows,
And removed our pains away.
3 He to liberty restored us
By the very bonds He bare;
And His nail-pierced limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare:
Lo! He draws us
To the cross, and keeps us there.
4 When His painful life was ended,
When the spear transfix'd His side,
Blood and water thence descended,
Pouring forth a double tide:
This to cleanse us,
That to heal us, is applied.
5 Jesus! may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;
May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,
As our ever-glorious Lord!
John Chandler, 1837, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
287 — A Song at the foot of the Cross.
287A Song at the foot of the Cross.S.M.
1 LET all our tongues be one,
To praise our God on high,
Who from His bosom sent His Son
To fetch us strangers nigh.
2 Nor let our voices cease
To sing the Saviour's name;
Jesus, th' ambassador of peace,
How cheerfully He came!
3 It cost Him cries and tears
To bring us near to God:
Great was our debt, and He appears
To make the payment good.
4 Look up, my soul, to Him
Whose death was thy desert,
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from His breaking heart!
5 There, on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs He lies,
Fulfils His Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.
6 Lord, cleanse my soul from sin,
Nor let Thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,
And witness to my heart!
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
288 — The Cleansing Fountain.
288The Cleansing Fountain.C.M.
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
Oh may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
William Cowper, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
289 — Wonders of the Cross.
289Wonders of the Cross.L.M.
1 NATURE with open volume stands,
To spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labour of His hands
Shows something worthy of a God.
2 But in the grace that rescued man
His brightest form of glory shines;
Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood and crimson lines.
3 Here I behold His Inmost heart,
Where grace and vengeance strangely join,
Piercing His Son with sharpest smart,
To make the purchased pleasures mine.
4 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour loved and died!
Her noblest life my spirit draws
From His dear wounds and bleeding side
5 I would for ever speak His name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
290 — Depths of Wisdom in the Cross.
290Depths of Wisdom in the Cross.S.M.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and rise
Amazed, and yonder see,
How hangs the mighty Saviour God,
Upon a cursed tree!
2 Now gloriously fulfill'd
Is that most ancient plan,
Contrived in the Eternal Mind
Before the world began.
3 Here depths of wisdom shine,
Which angels cannot trace;
The highest rank of cherubim
Still lost in wonder gaze.
4 Here free salvation reigns,
And carries all before;
And this shall, for the guilty race,
Be refuge evermore.
5 Now Hell in all her strength,
Her rage, and boasted sway,
Can never snatch a wand'ring sheep
From Jesus' arms away.
William Williams, 1772
—Our Own Hymn-Book
291 — The Shepherd Smitten.
291The Shepherd Smitten.S.M.
1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once His vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!
3 How glorious was the grace
When Christ sustain'd the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 His honour and His breath
Were taken both away;
Join'd with the wicked in His death,
And made as vile as they:
5 But God shall raise His head
O'er sons of men to reign,
And make Him see a numerous seed,
To recompense His pain.
6 "I'll give Him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong;
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold His honours long."
Isaac Watts, 1709, c
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292 — The Three Mountains.
292The Three Mountains.7s.
1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in ecstasy sublime,"
Tabors glorious steep I climb,
At the too-transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful, Calvary.
James Montgomery, 1812.
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293 — "I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto Me."
293"I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto Me."S.M.
1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight,
Expire in agony!
2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did He feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?
3 For love of us He bled,
And all in torture died:
'Twas love that bow'd His fainting head,
And oped His gushing side.
4 I see, and I adore,
In sympathy of love:
I feel the strong attractive power,
To lift my soul above.
5 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine
With cheerful ardour to confess
The energy divine.
6 In Thee our hearts unite,
Nor share Thy grief alone,
But from Thy cross pursue their flight
To Thy triumphant throne.
Philip Doddridge, 1755, a.
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294 — His Death.
294His Death.8.7.
1 AN the wings of faith uprising,
Jesus crucified I see;
While His love, my soul surprising,
Cries, "I suffer'd all for thee!"
2 Then, beneath the cross adoring,
Sin doth like itself appear;
When the wounds of Christ exploring,
I can read my pardon there.
3 Who can think, without admiring?
Who can hear, and nothing feel?
See the Lord of life expiring,
Yet retain a heart of steel?
4 Angels here may gaze and wonder
What the God of love could mean,
When He tore the heart asunder,
Never once defiled with sin!
Joseph Swain, 1792.
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295 — "The Love of Christ constraineth us."
295"The Love of Christ constraineth us."7s.
1 IN the Lord's atoning grief
Be our rest and sweet relief;
Store we deep in heart's recess
All the shame and bitterness.
2 Thorns, and cross, and nails, and lance.
Wounds, our treasure that enhance,
Vinegar, and gall, and reed,
And the pang His soul that freed,
3 May these all our spirits sate,
And with love inebriate;
In our souls plant virtue's root,
And mature its glorious fruit.
4 Crucified! we Thee adore,
Thee with all our hearts implore,
Us with saintly bands unite
In the realms of heavenly light.
5 Christ, by coward hands betray'd,
Christ, for us a captive made,
Christ, upon the bitter tree
Slain for man, be praise to Thee.
John Mason Neale, 1851.
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296 — For me.
296For me.L.M.
1 THE Son of God, in mighty love,
Came down to Bethlehem for me,
Forsook His throne of light above,
An infant upon earth to be.
2 In love, the Father's sinless child
Sojourn'd at Nazareth for me;
With sinners dwelt the Undefiled,
The Holy One in Galilee.
3 Jesus whom angel hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me:
In love, though rich, becoming poor,
That I, through Him, enrich'd might be
4 Though Lord of all. above, below,
He went to Olivet for me;
He drank my cup of wrath and woe,
And bled in dark Gethsemane.
5 The ever-blessed Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me:
There paid my debt, there bore my load
In His own body on the tree.
6 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.
7 'Tis finish'd all: the veil is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free;
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to Thee!
Horatius Bonar 1856.
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297 — All for us.
297All for us.8.7.
1 GREAT High Priest, we view Thee stooping,
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden, groaning, drooping,
To the ground with horrors press'd.
Weeping angels stood confounded
To behold their Maker thus;
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?
2 On the cross Thy body broken
Cancels every penal tie;
Tempted souls, produce this token,
All demands to satisfy.
All is finish'd; do not doubt it;
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it;
Only take Him at His word.
3 Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely;
'Twas for us Thy blood was spilt,
Bruised Bridegroom, take us wholly;
Take and make us what Thou wilt.
Thou hast borne the bitter sentence
Past on man's devoted race;
True belief and true repentance
Are Thy gifts, Thou God of grace.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
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298 — Sin removed by the Cross.
298Sin removed by the Cross.7s.
1 SONS of peace redeem'd by blood,
Raise your songs to Zion's God;
Made from condemnation free,
Grace triumphant sing with me.
2 Calvary's wonders let us trace,
Justice magnified in grace;
Mark the purple streams, and say,
Thus my sins were wash'd away.
3 Wrath divine no more we dread,
Vengeance smote our Surety's head;
Legal claims are fully met,
Jesus paid the dreadful debt.
4 Sin is lost beneath the flood,
Drown'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Zion, oh! how blest art thou,
Justified from all things now.
John Kent, 1803, a.
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299 — Jehovah satisfied.
299Jehovah satisfied.S.M.
1 MORE marr'd than any man's,
The Saviour's visage see;
Was ever sorrow like to His
Endured on Calvary?
2 Oh, hear that piercing cry!
What can its meaning be?
"My God! my God! oh! why hast Thou
In wrath forsaken me?"
3 Oh 'twas because our sins
On Him by God were laid;
He who Himself had never sinn'd,
For sinners, sin was made.
4 Thus sin He put away
By His one sacrifice,
Then, conqueror o'er death and hell,
He mounted to the skies.
5 Therefore let all men know
That God is satisfied;
And sinners all who Jesus trust,
Through Him are justified.
William Russell, 1861.
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300 — "It is finished."
300"It is finished."8.7.4.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 "It is finish'd!"—Oh what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Plow to us from Christ the Lord:
"It is finish'd!"
Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd all that God had promised;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
"It is finish'd!"
Saints, from hence your comfort draw
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Halleluiah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
Jonathan Evans, 1787.
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301 — Joy or Sorrow.
301Joy or Sorrow.7s.
1 "IT is finish'd;" shall we raise
Songs of sorrow or of praise?
Mourn to see the Saviour die,
Or proclaim His victory?
2 If of Calvary we tell,
How can songs of triumph swell?
If of man redeemed from woe,
How shall notes of mourning flow?
3 Ours the guilt which pierced His side,
Ours the sin for which He died;
But the blood which flow'd that day
Wash'd our sin and guilt away.
4 Lamb of God! Thy death hath given
Pardon, peace, and hope of heaven:
"It is finish'd;" let us raise
Songs of thankfulness and praise!
Hymns and Poetry for Schools, 1840.
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302 — Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.
302Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.C.M.
1 I SING my Saviour's wondrous death;
He conquer'd when He fell:
"'Tis finish'd!" said His dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 "'Tis finish'd;" our Immanuel cries:
The dreadful work is done:
Hence shall His sovereign throne arise
His kingdom is began
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at His Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven and hell His hands divide
The vengeance or reward.
5 The saints, from His propitious eye,
Await their several crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of His frowns.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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303 — The Cup of Wrath.
303The Cup of Wrath.C.M.
1 ONCE it was mine, the cup of wrath,
But Jesus drank it dry;
When on the cursed tree transfix'd,
He breathed th' expiring sigh.
2 No tongue can tell the wrath He tore,
The wrath so due to me;
Sin's just desert; He bore it all,
To set the sinner free!
3 Now not a single drop remains;
" 'Tis finish'd," was His cry;
By one effectual draught, He drank
The cup of wrath quite dry.
Albert Midlane, 1864.
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Jesus Seen of Angels
304 — Jesus Seen of Angels.
304Jesus Seen of Angels.C.M.
1 BEYOND the glittering starry skies,
Far as th' eternal hills,
There, in the boundless worlds of light,
Our dear Redeemer dwells.
2 Immortal angels, bright and fair,
In countless armies shine!
At His right hand, with golden harps,
They offer songs divine.
3 In all His toils and dangerous paths
They did His steps attend,
Oft paused, and wonder'd how at last
The scene of love would end.
4 And when the powers of hell combined
To fill His cup of woe,
Their pitying eyes beheld His tears
In bloody anguish flow.
5 As on the tottering tree He hung,
And darkness veil'd the sky,
They saw, aghast, that awful sight,
The Lord of Glory die!
6 Anon He bursts the gates of death,
Subdues the tyrant's power;
They saw the illustrious Conqueror rise,
And hail'd the blessed hour.
7 They brought His chariot from above,
To bear Him to His throne;
Clapp'd their triumphant wings and cried,
"The glorious work is done."
8 My soul the joyful triumph feels,
And thinks the moments long
Ere she her Saviour's glory sees,
And joins the rapturous song.
James Fanch and Daniel Turner, 1791, a.
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305 — Jesus Seen of Angels.
305Jesus Seen of Angels.148th.
1 YE bright immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
On earth ye knew
His wondrous grace;
His beauteous face
In heaven ye view.
2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh array'd,
Benevolent and mild,
While in the manger laid;
And praise to God.
And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaim'd aloud.
3 Ye, in the wilderness,
Beheld the tempter spoil'd,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foil'd;
And joy'd to crown
The Victor's head,
When Satan fled
Before His frown.
4 Around the bloody tree
Ye press'd with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see,
The Lord of life expire;
And, could your eyes
Have known a tear,
Had dropp'd it there
In sad surprise.
5 Around His sacred tomb
A willing watch ye kept;
Till the blest moment came
To awaken Him that slept:
Then roll'd the stone,
And all adored
Your rising Lord,
With joy unknown.
6 When all array'd in light
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hail'd His rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
And waved around
Your golden wings,
And struck your strings
Of sweetest sound.
7 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise;
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer's praise:
And thou, my heart,
With equal flame,
And joy the same,
Perform thy part.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
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Resurrection and Ascension of Our Lord
306 — The Lord is risen.
306The Lord is risen.7s.
1 "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more!
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise,
Christ hath opened paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King!
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once He died our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail, the Resurrection—Thou!
Charles Wesley, 1739.
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307 — "He is risen."
307"He is risen."7s.
1 ANGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, resign thy mighty prey:
See the Saviour quit the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Hallelujah.
2 Shout, ye seraphs! Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise:
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring Bound.
Hallelujah.
3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see Him rise;
Troops of angels on the road
Hall and sing the incarnate God.
Hallelujah.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide.
Gracious hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount Thy throne,
Boundless empire is Thine own.
Hallelujah.
5 Praise Him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres,
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song;
Let the strains be sweet and strong!
Hallelujah.
6 Every note with wonder swell,
Sin overthrown, and captived hell,
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting?
Hallelujah.
Thomas Scott, 1769;
Thomas Gibbons, 1784.
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308 — Praise the risen Lord.
308Praise the risen Lord.148th.
1 YES, Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes
High raised His conquering head:
In wild dismay
The guards around
Fell to the ground,
And sunk away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet
To wait His high commands,
And worship at His feet:
Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day
To Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead!
He rose to-day."
4 Ye mortals! catch the sound,
Redeem'd by Him from hell,
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,
"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead,
No more to die."
5 All hail, triumphant Lord.
Who savest us with Thy blood!
Wide be Thy name adored,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With Thee we rise,
With Thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.
Philip Doddridge, 1765, a.
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309 — "The Lord is risen indeed."
309"The Lord is risen indeed."S.M.
1 "THE Lord is risen indeed;"
Now is His work perform'd;
Now is the mighty Captive freed,
And death's strong castle storm'd.
2 "The Lord is risen indeed :"
The grave has lost its prey;
With Him is risen the ransom'd seed,
To reign in endless day.
3 "The Lord is risen indeed;"
He lives to die no more;
He lives the sinner's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.
4 "The Lord is risen indeed;"
Attending angels, hear!
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
5 Then tune your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord!
Thomas Kelly, 1804, a.
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310 — Captivity led captive.
310Captivity led captive.148th.
1 THE happy morn is come;
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save:
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
2 Who now accuseth them,
For whom their Ransom died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid,
By Him our victory won:
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Thomas Haweis, 1792.
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311 — Death conquered.
311Death conquered.P.M.
1 PRAISE the Redeemer, almighty to save;
Immanuel has triumph'd o'er death and the grave!
Sing, for the door of the dungeon is open,
The Captive came forth at the dawn of the day.
How vain the precaution! the signet is broken;
The watchmen in terror have fled far away.
Praise the Redeemer, &c.
2 Praise to the Conqueror; oh tell of His love!
In pity to mortals He came from above.
Who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison?
The sceptre lies broken that fell from his hands;
His dominion is ended; the Lord is arisen;
The helpless shall soon be released from their bands.
Praise the Redeemer, &c.
—Groser, 1844.
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312 — Comfort from the Resurrection.
312Comfort from the Resurrection.C.M.
1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with pleasure down to see
The Place where Jesus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought;
Such wonders love can do!
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you.
3 A moment give a loose to grief,
Let grateful sorrows rise,
And wash the bloody stains away
With torrents from your eyes.
4 Then raise your hopes and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The Conqueror could detain.
5 High o'er the angelic bands He rears
His once dishonoured head;
And through unnumber'd years He reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like His shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with His ascending Lord,
To heaven's eternal day.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
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313 — Resurrection and Ascension.
313Resurrection and Ascension.C.M.
1 HOSANNAH to the Prince of light,
Who clothed Himself in clay,
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away!
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
His Father well rewards His pains,
And bids Him wear the crown.
5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise:
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
Isaac Watts, 1709, a.
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314 — He is gone.
314He is gone.C.M.
1 HE'S gone—the Saviour's work on earth
His task of love is o'er,
And lo! this dreary desert knows
His gracious steps no more.
2 Oh, 'twas a waste to Him indeed,
No rest on earth He knew;
No joy from its unhallow'd springs
His sorrowing spirit drew.
3 He's gone! and shall our truant feet
And lingering hearts delay
In a dark world, that cast His love,
Like worthless dross away?
4 Hopeless of joy in aught below,
We only long to soar,
The fulness of His lore to feel,
And lose His smile no more.
5 His hand, with all the gentle power,
The sweet constraint of love,
Hath drawn us from this restless world,
And fix'd our hearts above.
Edward Denny, 1848.
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314 — He is gone.
314He is gone.C.M.
1 HE'S gone—the Saviour's work on earth
His task of love is o'er,
And lo! this dreary desert knows
His gracious steps no more.
2 Oh, 'twas a waste to Him indeed,
No rest on earth He knew;
No joy from its unhallow'd springs
His sorrowing spirit drew.
3 He's gone! and shall our truant feet
And lingering hearts delay
In a dark world, that cast His love,
Like worthless dross away?
4 Hopeless of joy in aught below,
We only long to soar,
The fulness of His lore to feel,
And lose His smile no more.
5 His hand, with all the gentle power,
The sweet constraint of love,
Hath drawn us from this restless world,
And fix'd our hearts above.
Edward Denny, 1848.
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316 — "Who is the King of glory?"
316"Who is the King of glory?"L.M.
1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He.
2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord the Saviour way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
3 Raised from the. dead, He goes before;
He opens heaven's eternal door;
To give His saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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317 — Sing, O Heavens.
317Sing, O Heavens.7s.
1 SING, O heavens! O earth, rejoice!
Angel harp, and human voice,
Round Him. as He rises, raise
Your ascending Saviour praise.
Alleluia!
2 Bruised is the serpent's head,
Hell is vanquished, death is dead
And to Christ gone up on high,
Captive is captivity.
Alleluia!
3 All His work and warfare done
He into His heaven is gone,
And beside His Father's throne,
Now is pleading for His own:
Alleluia!
4 Asking gifts for sinful men,
That He may come down again,
And, the fallen to restore,
In them dwell for evermore.
Alleluia!
5 Sing, O heavens! O earth, rejoice!
Angel harp, and human voice,
Round Him. in His glory, raise
Your ascended Saviour's praise.
Alleluia!
John S. B. Monsell, 1803.
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318 — "I go to prepare a place for you."
318"I go to prepare a place for you."C.M.
1 TH' eternal gates lift up their heads,
The doors are open'd wide;
The King of glory is gone up
Unto His Father's side.
2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord,
Thou hast prepared a place,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon Thy face.
3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies;
A light still breaks upon the cloud
That veils Thee from our eyes.
4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs,
And let Thy grace be given,
That while we linger yet below
Our hearts may be in heaven.
5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand
Our hope, our love may be:
Dwell in us now, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1852, a.
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319 — Gone into Heaven.
319Gone into Heaven.S.M.
1 THOU art gone up on high,
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
2 But we are lingering here
With sin and care oppress'd;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.
3 Thou art gone up on high:
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony
To pass unto Thy crown;
4 And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us, at last, to Thee!
5 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
6 Oh! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high!
Emma Toke, 1851.
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320 — Glory to our King.
320Glory to our King.6 lines, 7s.
1 GLORY, glory, to our King!
Crowns unfading wreathe His head;
Jesus is the name we sing;
Jesus, risen from the dead;
Jesus, spoiler of the grave;
Jesus, mighty now to save.
2 Jesus is gone up on high:
Angels come to meet their King;
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,
While the Victor's praise they sing;
"Open now, ye heavenly gates!
'Tis the King of glory waits."
3 Now behold Him high enthroned!
Glory beaming from His face;
By adoring angels own'd,
Lord of holiness and grace:
Oh for hearts and tongues to sing,
"Glory, glory to our King."
4 Jesus, on Thy people shine;
Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,
That with angels we may join,
Share their bliss and swell their songs:
Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Lord, be Thine for evermore.
Thomas Kelly, 1804.
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321 — Our Forerunner.
321Our Forerunner.L.M.
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 for ever is complete;
For ever undisturb'd His seat;
Myriads of angels round Him fly,
And sing His well-gain'd victory.
3 Yet, midst the honours of His throne,
He joys not for Himself alone:
His meanest servants share their part,
Share in that royal tender heart.
4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptured sight
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus, thine own forerunner see
Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.
5 Loud let the howling tempest yell,
And foaming waves to mountains swell,
No shipwreck can my vessel fear,
Since hope hath fix'd her anchor here.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
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322 — "Lift up your Heads."
322"Lift up your Heads."L.M.
1 LIFT up your heads, ye gates! and wide
Your everlasting doors display;
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,
And give the King of glory way.
2 Who is the King of glory?—He,
The Lord, omnipotent to save;
Whose own right arm, in victory,
Led captive Death, and spoil'd the grave,
3 Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high
Your everlasting portals heave;
Welcome the King of glory nigh;
Him must the heaven of heavens receive.
4 Who is the King of glory—who?
The Lord of hosts; behold His name:
The kingdom, power, and honour due.
Yield Him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!
James Montgomery, 1822.
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323 — All Hail.
323All Hail.8.7.
1 JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly host adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side.
2 There for sinners Thou art pleading,
There Thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
3 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
John Bakewell, 1757.
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324 — The Conqueror reigns.
324The Conqueror reigns.C.M.
1 TRIUMPHANT, Christ ascends on high
The glorious work complete;
Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie,
Beneath His awful feet.
2 There, with eternal glory crown'd,
The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound,
In their immortal strains.
3 Amid the splendours of His throne,
Unchanging love appears;
The names He purchased for His own
Still on His heart He bears.
4 Oh, the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine,
I cannot wish for more.
5 On Thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath Thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.
Anne Steele, 1760.
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Our Lord in Heaven
325 — Prevalent Intercession.
325Prevalent Intercession.C.M.
1 AWAKE, sweet gratitude, and sing
Th' ascended Saviour's love;
Tell how He lives to carry on
His people's cause above.
2 With cries and tears He offer'd up
His humble suit below;
But with authority He asks,
Enthroned in glory now.
3 For all that come to God by Him,
Salvation He demands;
Points to their names upon His breast,
And spreads His wounded hands.
4 His covenant and sacrifice
Give sanction to His claim;
"Father, I will that all my saints
Be with me where I am.
5 "By their salvation, recompense
The sorrows I endured;
Just to the merits of Thy Son,
And faithful to Thy word."
6 Eternal life, at His request,
To every saint is given;
Safety on earth, and after death,
The plenitude of heaven.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1771.
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326 — "He ever liveth."
326"He ever liveth."L.M.
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 arm'd 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.
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327 — "Touched with a feeling of our infirmities."
327"Touched with a feeling of our infirmities."L.M.
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 their Surety stood,
And pour'd on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
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 in 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 aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
Michael Bruce, 1770, a.
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328 — Christ's Compassion to the Weak.
328Christ's Compassion to the Weak.C.M.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touch'd 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,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd 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.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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329 — Faith triumphant in her living Lord.
329Faith triumphant in her living Lord.L.M.
1 WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn?
'Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.
2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead;
And, their salvation to fulfil,
Behold Tim rising from the dead.
3 He lives, He lives, and sits above,
For ever interceding there;
Who shall divide us from His love?
Or what should tempt us to despair?
4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He that hath loved us bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.
5 Faith hath an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour:
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop.
6 Not all that men on earth can do.
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause His mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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330 — Preservation by His Plea.
330Preservation by His Plea.C.M.
1 THERE is a Shepherd kind and strong,
Still watchful for His sheep:
Nor shall the infernal lion rend
Whom He vouchsafes to keep.
2 Blest Jesus, intercede for us,
That we may fall no more;
Oh raise us, when we prostrate He,
And comfort lost restore.
3 Thy secret energy impart.
That faith may never fail;
But under showers of fiery darts,
That temper'd shield prevail.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
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331 — The Power of the risen Lord.
331The Power of the risen Lord.C.M.
1 JESUS, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky,
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given,
It scatters all their guilty fear,
And turns their hell to heaven.
3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strength less souls it speaks,
And life into the dead.
4 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim;
'Tis all my business here below
To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"
5 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp His name;
Preach Him to all, and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"
Charles Wesley, 1749.
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332 — He must reign.
332He must reign.C.M.
1 'TIS past—that agonizing hour
Of torture and of shame;
And Jesus is gone up with power,
His promised throne to claim.
2 The Father heard Him when He cried
From sorrow's deepest flood;
And gave Him those for whom He died,
The purchase of His blood.
3 The first fruits have been gather'd in,
The work of love begun;
But brighter years shall soon begin
Their glorious course to run.
4 The name of Jesus shall be known
To earth's remotest bound;
Nations shall bow before His throne,
And hail the joyful sound.
5 His summons shall awake the dead,
And break the captive's chain,
Till o'er a ransom'd world shall spread
Christ's universal reign.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1831
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333 — "He shall reign for ever and ever"
333"He shall reign for ever and ever"8.7.4.
1 LOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious,
See the "Man of Sorrows" now;
From the fight return'd victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him, crown Him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2 Grown the Saviour, angels, crown Him;
Rich the trophies Jesus brings:
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown Him, crown Him:
Crown the Saviour, "King of kings."
3 Sinners in derision crown'd Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name;
Crown Him, crown Him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station!
Oh what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him, crown Him,
"King of kings, and Lord of lords."
Thomas Kelly, 1309.
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334 — The Kingdom of Christ.
334The Kingdom of Christ.148th.
1 REJOICE, the Lord is King,
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love:
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up, &c.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:
Lift up, &c.
4 He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up, &c.
5 Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jesus, the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice.
Charles Wesley, 1746, a.
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335 — Reigning Power.
335Reigning Power.148th.
1 REJOICE, the Saviour reigns
Among the sons of men;
He breaks the prisoner's chains,
And makes them free again;
Let hell oppose God's only Son,
In spite of foes His cause goes on.
2 The cause of righteousness,
Of truth and holy peace,
Design'd our world to bless,
Shall spread and never cease;
Gentile and Jew their souls shall bow,
Allegiance due with rapture vow.
3 The baffled prince of hell
In vain new efforts tries,
Truth's empire to repel
By cruelty and lies;
Th' infernal gates shall rage in vain,
Conquest awaits the Lamb once slain.
4 He died, but soon arose
Triumphant o'er the grave;
And still Himself He shows
Omnipotent to save;
Let rebels kiss the Victor's feet,
Eternal bliss His subjects meet.
5 All power is in His hand,
His people to defend;
To His most high command
Shall millions more attend:
All heaven with smiles approves His cause,
And distant isles receive His laws.
John Ryland, 1792.
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336 — Christ Glorified.
336Christ Glorified.C.M.
1 THE head that once was crown'd with thorns,
Is crown'd with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His Name to know.
4 We suffer with our Lord below,
We reign with Him above,
Our profit and our joy to know
The mystery of His love.
5 The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Thomas Kelly, 1820.
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337 — The Glory of Christ in Heaven.
337The Glory of Christ in Heaven.C.M.
1 OH the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o'erflowing grace!
2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on His brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At bumble distance bow.
3 Those soft, those blessed feet of His,
That once rude iron tore,
High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the saints adore.
4 His head, the dear majestic head
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!
5 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold His face,
Our hearts shall love Him more.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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338 — Our Victorious Lord.
338Our Victorious Lord.7s.
1 CROWNS of glory ever bright
Rest upon the Conqueror's head;
Crowns of glory are His right,
His, "Who liveth and was dead."
2 He subdued the powers of hell,
In the fight He stood alone;
All His foes before Him fell,
By His single arm o'erthrown.
3 His the battle, His the toil;
His the honours of the day;
His the glory and the spoil;
Jesus bears them all away.
4 Now proclaim His deeds afar,
Fill the world with His renown:
His alone the Victor's car;
His the everlasting crown!
Thomas Kelly, 1806.
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339 — "In Thy Majesty ride prosperously."
339"In Thy Majesty ride prosperously."8.7.4.
1 LET us sing the King Messiah,
King of righteousness and peace!
Hail Him, all His happy subjects,
Never let His praises cease:
Ever hail Him,
Never let His praises cease.
2 How transcendent are Thy glories,
Fairer than the sons of men;
While Thy blessed mediation
Brings us back to God again:
Blest Redeemer,
How we triumph in Thy reign!
3 Gird Thy sword on, mighty Hero!
Make the Word of truth Thy car;
Prosper in Thy course majestic;
All success attend Thy war!
Gracious Victor,
Let mankind before Thee bow!
4 Majesty, combined with meekness,
Righteousness and peace unite
To insure Thy blessed conquests.
On, great Prince, assert Thy right!
Ride triumphant,
All around the conquer'd globe!
5 Blest are all that touch Thy sceptre,
Blest are all that own Thy reign;
Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,
Rescued from its galling chain:
Saints and angels,
All who know Thee, bless Thy reign.
John Ryland, 1790.
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340 — At the right Hand of God.
340At the right Hand of God.C.M.
1 HE who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on th' eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill,
And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumber'd sound His praise
In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire His ways,
And glory in His love.
4 When troubles, like a burning son,
Beat heavy on their head,
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.
5 How glorious He, how happy they
In such a glorious Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.
John Newton, 1779.
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Second Advent
Reign and Judgment
341 — He cometh.
341He cometh.8.7.
1 HARK! the cry, "Behold, He cometh,"
Hark! the cry. "The Bridegroom's near,"
These are accents falling sweetly
On the ransom'd sinner's ear.
2 Man may disbelieve the tidings,
Or in anger turn away;
'Tis foretold there shall be scoffers
Rising in the latter day:
3 But He'll come, the Lord from heaven,
Not to suffer or to die;
But to take His waiting people
To their glorious rest on high.
4 Happy they who stand expecting
Christ, the Saviour, to appear:
Sad for those who do not love Him,
Those who do not wish Him here.
5 But in mercy still He lingers,
Lengthening out the day of grace;
Till He comes, inviting sinners
To His welcome, fond embrace.
Albert Midlane, 1864.
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342 — The coming Glory.
342The coming Glory.8.7.4.
1 'MID the splendours of the glory
Which we hope ere long to share;
Christ our Head, and we His members,
Shall appear divinely fair.
Oh, how glorious!
When we meet Him in the air!
2 From the dateless, timeless periods,
He has loved us without cause:
And for all His blood-bought myriads,
His is love that knows no pause.
Matchless Lover!
Changeless as the eternal laws!
3 Oh what gifts' shall yet be granted,
Palms, and crowns, and robes of white,
When the hope for which we panted
Bursts upon our gladden'd sight,
And our Saviour
Makes us glorious through His might.
4 Bright the prospect soon that greets us
Of that longed-for nuptial day,
When our heavenly Bridegroom meets us
On His kingly, conquering way;
In the glory,
Bride and Bridegroom reign for aye!
William Reed, 1863.
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343 — The Kingdom of Christ amongst Men.
343The Kingdom of Christ amongst Men.C.M.
1 LO! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.
4 "The God of glory down to men
Removes His bless'd abode,
Men the dear objects of His grace,
And He their loving God.
5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself shall die."
6 How long, dear Saviour! Oh how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Ply swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day!
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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344 — Glory of the Chosen.
344Glory of the Chosen.8.7.
1 LORD, in love Thou didst receive us,
Ere creation, as "Thine own,"
And that love will never leave us,
But will raise us to Thy throne.
Thou wilt come, and we shall meet Thee;
Then the saints whom Thou wilt raise,
Will with those remaining greet Thee,
Joining in the song of praise.
2 Then shall we, Thine image bearing,
Know Thee, Lord, as we are known;
With our blood-wash'd robes, declaring
What for us Thy death hath done.
Thus we all our joys expressing,
Shall for ever praise Thy name;
"Glory, power, dominion, blessing,
Be to God and to the Lamb."
James Kelly's Collection, 1849.
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345 — Come quickly.
345Come quickly.S.M.
1 COME, Lord, and tarry not;
Bring the long-look'd-for day;
Oh, why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay?
2 Come, for Thy saints still wait;
Daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the bride say, Come;
Dost Thou not hear the cry?
3 Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.
4 Come, for the corn is ripe,
Put in Thy sickle now,
Reap the great harvest of the earth;
Sower and Reaper Thou!
5 Come, in Thy glorious might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes before Thy face,
Most mighty Son of God.
6 Come, and make all things new,
Build up this ruin'd earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth.
7 Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the Kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.
Horatius Bonar, 1857.
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346 — Signs of the Second Advent.
346Signs of the Second Advent.7s.
1 WHEN the gospel race is run,
When the Gentile day is done,
Signs and wonders there shall be
In the heaven, and earth, and sea.
2 Jesus, in that awful hour
Every soul shall own Thy power,
Every eye "the cloud" shall scan,
Signal of the Son of man.
3 Lo! mid terror and mid tears,
Jesus in the clouds appears,
While the trump's tremendous blast
Peals, the loudest and the last.
4 East and west, and south and north,
Speeds each glorious angel forth,
Gathering in with glittering wing
Zion's saints to Zion's King.
5 Man nor angel knows that day,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;
Still shall stand the Saviour's word,
Deathless as its deathless Lord.
William Dickinson, 1846.
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347 — "Thy Kingdom come."
347"Thy Kingdom come."C.M.
1 ISLES of the deep, rejoice! rejoice!
Ye ransom'd nations, sing
The praises of your Lord and God,
The triumphs of your King.
2 He comes, and at His mighty word,
The clouds are fleeting past,
And o'er the land of promise see,
The glory breaks at last.
3 There He, upon His ancient throne,
His power and grace displays,
While Salem with its echoing hills,
Sends forth the voice of praise.
4 Oh, let His praises fill the earth
While all the blest above.
In strains of loftier triumph still,
Speak only of His love.
5 Sing, ye redeem'd! Before the throne,
Ye white-robed myriads fall;
Sing—for the Lord of glory reigns,
The Christ—the heir of all.
Edward Denny, 1848.
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348 — Welcome, Son of God.
348Welcome, Son of God.8.7.7.
1 WELCOME sight, the Lord descending,
Jesus in the clouds appears;
Lo! the Saviour comes intending
Now to dry His people's tears.
Lo! the Saviour comes to reign,
Welcome to His waiting train.
2 Long they mourn'd their absent Master;
Long they felt like men forlorn;
Bid the seasons fly still faster,
While they sigh'd for His return:
Lo! the period comes at last;
All their sorrows now are past.
3 Now from home no longer banish'd,
They are going to their rest;
Tho' the heaven and earth are vanish'd,
With their Lord they shall be blest;
Blest with Him His saints shall be,
Blest through all eternity.
4 Happy people! grace unbounded,
Grace alone exalts you thus;
Be ashamed, and be confounded,
Sing for ever—"Not to us,
Not to us be glory given,
Glory to the God of heaven!"
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
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349 — "Behold, He cometh."
349"Behold, He cometh."8.7.4.
1 LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners of His sufferings here;
Christ to all believers precious,
Lord of lords shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens
Of His heavenly kingdom near!
2 Close behind the tribulation
Of the last tremendous days,
See the naming revelation!
See the universal blaze!
Earth and heaven
Melt before the Judge's face!
3 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When with angel-hosts surrounded,
In His Father's glory bright
Beams the Saviour;—
Shines the everlasting Light.
4 Lo! 'tis He! our heart's desire,
Come for His espoused below!
Come to join us with His choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow;
Palms of victory,
Crowns of glory to bestow.
Charles Wesley, 1758.
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350 — "Come, Lord Jesus."
350"Come, Lord Jesus."L.M.
1 WHEN shall Thy lovely face be seen?
When shall our eyes behold our God?
What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt!—a heavy load!
2 Our months are ages of delay,
And slowly every minute wears:
Fly winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of sluggish years.
3 Ye heavenly gates, loose all your chains:
Let the eternal pillars bow!
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow!
4 Hark how Thy saints unite their cries,
And pray and wait the general doom!
Come, Thou, the soul of all our joys!
Thou, the Desire of Nations, come!
5 Put Thy bright robes of triumph on,
And bless our eyes, and bless our ears,
Thou absent Love, Thou dear unknown,
Thou fairest of ten thousand fairs.
Isaac Watts, 1706.
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351 — Reign of Christ.
351Reign of Christ.8.7.4
1 BRIGHT with all His crowns of glory,
See the royal Victor's brow;
Once for sinners marr'd and gory,
See the Lamb exalted now:
While before Him
All His ransom'd brethren bow.
2 Blessed morning! long expected,
Lo! they fill the peopled air,
Mourners once by man rejected,
They with Him, exalted there,
Sing His praises,
And His throne of glory share.
3 Judah! lo thy royal Lion
Reigns on earth, a conquering King:
Come, ye ransom'd tribes of Zion,
Love's abundant offerings bring;
There behold Him,
And His ceaseless praises sing.
4 King of kings! Let earth adore Him,
High on His exalted throne;
Fall, ye nations, fall before Him,
And His righteous sceptre own:
All the glory
Be to Him, and Him alone!
Edward Denny, 1837.
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352 — The latter-day glory.
352The latter-day glory.C.M.
1 BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise
On mountain-tops, above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to the hill of God, they'll say,
And to His house we'll go.
3 The beam that shines from Zion hill
Shall lighten every land;
The King that reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.
4 Among the nations He shall judge;
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner's pride.
5 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
6 No longer hosts encountering hosts,
Their millions slain deplore:
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.
7 Come, then! oh come from every land,
To worship at His shrine,
And. walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.
Michael Bruce, 1768.
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353 — "His Name shall endure for ever."
353"His Name shall endure for ever."7.6.
1 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed;
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
Love, joy, and hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth:
Before Him, on the mountains
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
3 Arabia's desert ranger
To Him shall bow the knee:
The Ethiopian stranger
His glory come to see:
With offerings of devotion,
Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet.
4 Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing:
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.
5 For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end;
The mountain dew shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.
6 O'er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,
All blessing and all blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever.
That name to us is—Love.
James Montgomery, 1822.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
354 — Hasten, Lord.
354Hasten, Lord.7s., Double.
1 SEE the ransom'd millions stand,
Palms of conquest in their hand;
This before the throne their strain.
"Hell is vanquish'd, death is slain;
Blessing, honour, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror's native right;
Thrones and powers before Him fall;
Lamb of God. and Lord of all!"
2 Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still Thy foes are unsubdued;
Nature sighs to be renew'd.
Time has nearly reached its sum,
All Things with Thy bride say "Come;"
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign for evermore!
Josiah Conder, 1836-1856.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
355 — Universal reign of Christ.
355Universal reign of Christ.7s.
1 HARK! the song of Jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore;
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2 Halleluiah!—hark! the sound,
From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
See Jehovah's banner furl'd,
Sheathed His sword! He speaks—'tis done
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of His Son.
3 He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign when like a scroll,
Yonder heavens have pass'd away:
Then the end;—beneath His rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ is all in all.
James Montgomery, 1819, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
356 — "O Lord, how long?"
356"O Lord, how long?"C.M.
1 TO Calvary, Lord, in spirit now,
Our weary souls repair,
To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.
2 Sweet resting-place of every heart,
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy,
The peace with God, within.
3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering spirit pass'd;
Grace there its wondrous victory gain'd,
And love endured its last.
4 Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds,
With cords of love divine,
Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And linked our life with Thine.
5 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours:
Dear Lord! we wait to see
Creation, all below, above,
Redeem'd and blest by Thee.
6 Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow.
Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.
7 Why linger then? Come, Saviour, come,
Responsive to our call;
Come, claim Thine ancient power, and reign
The Heir and Lord of all.
Edward Denny, 1839.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
357 — Triumphs of the Saviour.
357Triumphs of the Saviour.C.M.
1 GO forth, ye saints, behold your King
With radiant glory crown'd;
The wondrous progress of His word
Shall spread His fame around.
2 Where'er the sun begins Its race,
Or stops its swift career,
Both east and west shall own His grace,
And Christ be honour'd there.
3 Ten thousand crowns encircling show
The victories He has won:
Oh may His conquests ever grow,
While time its course shall run.
4 Ride forth, Thou mighty Conqueror, ride,
And millions more subdue,
Destroy our enmity and pride,
And we will crown Thee too.
Benjamin Beddome, 1818.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
358 — The Lord shall reign for ever.
358The Lord shall reign for ever.8.7.
1 ZION'S King shall reign victorious,
All the earth shall own His sway,
He will make His kingdom glorious,
He will reign through endless day.
What though none on earth assist Him,
God requires not help from man:
What though all the world resist Him,
God will realize His plan.
2 Nations now from God estranged,
Then shall see a glorious light,
Night to day shall then be changed,
Heaven shall triumph in the sight:
See the ancient idols falling!
Worshipp'd once, but now abhorr'd;
Men on Zion's King are calling,
Zion's King by all adored.
3 Then shall Israel long dispersed,
Mourning, seek the Lord their God,
Look on Him whom once they pierced,
Own and kiss the chastening rod:
Then all Israel shall be saved,
War and tumult then shall cease,
While the greater Son of David
Rules a conquered world in peace.
Thomas Kelly, 1806.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
359 — The Jews restored.
359The Jews restored.C.M.
1 WAKE, harp of Zion, wake again,
Upon thine ancient hill,
On Jordan's long deserted plain,
By Kedron's lowly rill.
2 The hymn shall yet in Zion swell
That sounds Messiah's praise,
And Thy loved name, Immanuel!
As once in ancient days.
3 For Israel yet shall own her King,
For her salvation waits,
And hill and dale shall sweetly sing
With praise in all her gates.
4 Hasten, O Lord, these promised days,
When Israel shall rejoice;
And Jew and Gentile join in praise,
With one united voice.
James Edmeston, 1846.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
360 — The coming One.
360The coming One.C.M.
1 BEHOLD He comest the glorious King
Whom once a cross upbore;
Let saints redeem'd His praises sing,
And angel hosts adore.
2 The reed, the purple, and the thorn,
Are lost in triumph now;
His person robes of light adorn,
And crowns of gold His brow.
3 Dear Lord, no more despised, disown'd,
A victim bound and slain;
But in the power of God enthroned,
Thou dost return to reign.
4 To Thee the world its treasure brings;
To Thee its mighty bow;
To Thee the church exulting springs;
Her Sovereign, Saviour Thou!
5 Beneath Thy touch, beneath Thy smile,
New heavens and earth appear;
No sin their beauty to defile,
Nor dim them with a tear.
6 Thrice happy hour! and those thrice-blest,
That gather round Thy throne!
They share the honours of Thy rest,
Who have Thy conflict known.
Joseph Tritton, 1856.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
361 — Judgment.
361Judgment.8.7.4.
1 LO! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:
Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced and nail'd Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Every Island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away:
All who bate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
Come to judgment!
Come to judgment, come away!
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear.
5 Answer Thine own bride and Spirit,
Hasten, Lord, the general doom;
The new heaven and earth t' inherit,
Take Thy pining exiles home:
All creation
Travails, groans, and bids Thee come!
6 Yea, amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for Thine own:
Oh come quickly!
Everlasting God, come down.
Variation by Martin Madan, 1760
From John Cenniek, 1752;
Charles Wesley, 1768.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
362 — That Great Day.
362That Great Day.8.7.4.
1 DAY of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark, the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
Ye who long for His appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!"
Gracious Saviour!
Own me in that day for Thine!
3 At His call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature shaken
By His looks prepare to flee:
Careless sinner!
What will then become of Thee?
4 Horrors, past imagination,
Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
"Hence, accursed wretch, depart!
Thou with Satan
And his angels have thy part."
5 Bat to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed!
See the kingdom I bestow!
You for ever
Shall My love and glory know."
6 Under sorrows and reproaches.
May this thought our courage raise,
Swiftly God's great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be changed to praise!
We shall triumph,
When the world is in a blaze!
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
363 — Lo, He cometh!
363Lo, He cometh!8.7.4.
1 LO! He cometh! countless trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead!
'Mid ten thousand saints and angels,
See the great exalted Head!
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Son of God
2 Now His merit, by the harpers,
Through the eternal deep resounds;
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints,
Every eye shall see His wounds:
They who pierced Him
Shall at His appearance wail.
3 Full of joyful expectation,
Saints, behold the Judge appear;
Truth and justice go before Him,
Now the joyful sentence hear!
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!
4 "Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy!
Banish all your fears and sorrows,
Endless praise be your employ!"
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, to the skies.
5 Now at once they rise to glory,
Jesus brings them to the King;
There, with all the hosts of heaven,
They eternal anthems sing:
Hallelujah!
Boundless glory to the Lamb.
John Cenniek, 1752;
Caleb Evans' Collection, 1769.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
364 — The Lord shall come.
364The Lord shall come.L.M.
1 THE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake;
The mountains to their centre shake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.
2 The Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowliness He came;
A silent lamb before His foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.
3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
With rainbow wreath and robes of storm;
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed Judge of all mankind.
4 Can this be He, who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
Oppress'd by power, and mock'd by pride
The Nazarene—the Crucified?
5 While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks, hide us; mountains, on us fall!'
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is come!"
Reginald Heber, 1811;
Thomas Cotterhill, 1815.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
365 — An Admonition.
365An Admonition.S.M.
1 HOW will my heart endure
The terrors of that day;
When earth and heaven, before His face,
Astonish'd shrink away?
2 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark, from the gospel's gentle voice,
What joyful tidings spread!
3 Ye sinners, seek His grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of His cross,
And find salvation there
4 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.
Philip Doddridge, 1765.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
366 — A Prayer.
366A Prayer.8.8.6.
1 WHEN Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To fetch Thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand!
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before Thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought—
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?
3 Prevent, prevent it by Thy grace;
Be Thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh let me hear!
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Let me among Thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
Selina, Countess of Huntingdon, 1774.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
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