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Names and Titles of the Lord Jesus
367 — Advocate.
367Advocate.L.M.
1 LOOK up, my soul, with cheerful eye,
See where the great Redeemer stands;
The glorious Advocate on high,
With precious incense in His hands.

2 He sweetens every humble groan,
He recommends each broken prayer;
Recline thy hope on Him alone,
Whose power and love forbid despair.

3 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord,
With stronger faith to call Thee mine;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,
My Father, God, with joy divine.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

368 — All in all.
368All in all.8.7.
1 JESUS is our God and Saviour,
Guide, and Counsellor, and Friend,
Bearing all our misbehaviour,
Kind and loving to the end.
Trust Him; He will not deceive us,
Though we hardly of Him deem:
He will never, never leave us;
Nor will let us quite leave Him.

2 Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus,
Can relieve us from our smart;
Nothing else from guilt release us;
Nothing else can melt the heart.
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But a sense of blood-bought pardon
Soon dissolves a heart of stone.

3 Jesus, all our consolations
Flow from Thee, the sovereign good,
Love and faith, and hope, and patience,
All are purchased by Thy blood.
From Thy fulness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own:
Freely Thou delightest to give them
To the needy, who have none.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

369 — Ambassador.
369Ambassador.C.M.
1 JESUS, commission'd from above,
Descends to men below,
And shows from whence the springs of love
In endless currents flow.

2 He, whom the boundless heaven adores,
Whom angels long to see,
Quitted with joy those blissful shores,
Ambassador to me!

3 To me, a worm, a sinful clod,
A rebel all forlorn:
A foe. a traitor, to my God,
And of a traitor born.

4 To me, who never sought His grace,
Who mock'd His sacred word:
Who never knew or loved His face,
But all His will abhorr'd.

5 To me, who could not even praise
When His kind heart I knew,
But sought a thousand devious ways
Rather than find the true:

6 Yet this redeeming Angel came
So vile a worm to bless;
He took with gladness all my blame,
And gave His righteousness.

7 Oh that my languid heart might glow
With ardour all divine!
And, for more love than seraphs know,
Like burning seraphs shine!
Ambrose Serle, 1766.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

370 — Angel.
370Angel.S.M.
1 THOU very Paschal Lamb,
Who didst for Israel bleed;
Through whom we out of Egypt came,
Thy ransom'd people lead.

2 Angel of gospel-grace,
Fulfil Thy character;
To guard and feed the chosen race,
In Israel's camp appear.

3 Throughout the desert way
Conduct us by Thy light;
Be thou a cooling cloud by day,
A cheering fire by night.

4 Oar fainting souls sustain
With blessings from above,
And ever on Thy people rain
The manna of Thy love.
Charles Wesley, 1745, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

371 — Bridegroom.
371Bridegroom.L.M.
1 JESUS, the heavenly Lover, gave
His life my wretched soul to save:
Resolved to make His mercy known,
He kindly claims me for His own.

2 Rebellious, I against Him strove,
Till melted and constrain'd by love;
With sin and self I freely part,
The heavenly Bridegroom wins my heart.

3 My guilt, my wretchedness, He knows,
Yet takes and owns me for His spouse;
My debts He pays, and sets me free,
And makes His riches o'er to me.

4 My filthy rags are laid aside,
He clothes me as becomes His bride;
Himself bestows my wedding-dress,
The robe of perfect righteousness.

5 Lost in astonishment I see,
Jesus, Thy boundless love to me:
With angels I Thy grace adore,
And long to love and praise Thee more.

6 Since Thou wilt take me for Thy bride,
Oh keep me, Saviour, near Thy side!
I fain would give Thee all my heart,
Nor ever from my Lord depart.
John Fawcett, 1782.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

372
372148th.
1 MY dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King!
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold I sit,
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

2 Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

3 Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Superior power, and guardian grace.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

373 — Christ of God.
373Christ of God.S.M.
1 JESUS, the Lamb of God,
Who us from hell to raise
Hast shed Thy reconciling blood,
We give Thee endless praise.

2 God, and yet man, Thou art,
True God, true man, art Thou:
Of man, and of man's earth a part,
One with us Thou art now

3 Great sacrifice for sin,
Giver of life for life,
Restorer of the peace within,
True ender of the strife:

4 To Thee, the Christ of God,
Thy saints exulting sing;
The bearer of our heavy load,
Our own anointed King.

5 True lover of the lost,
From heaven Thou earnest down,
To pay for souls the righteous cost,
And claim them for Thine own.

6 Rest of the weary, Thou!
To Thee, our rest, we come;
In Thee to find our dwelling now,
Our everlasting home.
Horatius Bonar, 1861.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

374 — Consolation of Israel.
374Consolation of Israel.8.7.
1 COME, Thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee:
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

2 Born Thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King:
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring:
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone:
By Thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
Charles Wesley, 1744.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

375 — Fountain.
375Fountain.104th.
1 THE fountain of Christ, assist me to sing,
The blood of our Priest, our crucified King:
Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth,
And richly dispenses salvation and health.

2 This fountain from guilt, not only makes pure;
And gives, soon as felt, infallible cure:
But if guilt removed, return, and remain,
Its power may be proved again and again.

3 This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear,
The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here:
Come needy, and guilty, come loathsome and bare;
You can't come too filthy, come just as you are.

4 This fountain in vain has never been tried;
It takes out all stain whenever applied:
The water flows sweetly with virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

376 — Friend.
376Friend.8.7. 7. 7.
1 ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

2 Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love!
We, alas! forget too often
What a friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We shall love Thee as we ought.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

377 — Friend.
377Friend.L.M.
1 THOU, my soul, forget no more
The Friend who all thy misery bore;
Let every idol be forgot,
But, O my soul, forget Him not.

2 Jesus for thee a body takes,
Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks,
Discharging all thy dreadful debt:
And canst thou ere such love forget?

3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief,
And fly to this most sure relief:
Nor Him forget who left His throne,
And for thy life gave up His own.

4 Infinite truth and mercy shine
In Him, and He Himself is thine;
And canst thou then, with sin beset,
Such charms, such matchless charms forget?

5 Ah! no! till life itself depart,
His name shall cheer and warm my heart;
And lisping this, from earth I'll rise,
And join the chorus of the skies.

6 Ah! no; when all things else expire,
And perish in the general fire,
This name all others shall survive,
And through eternity shall live.
Krishnoo Pawl;
tr. by Joshua Marshman, 1801.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

378 — Friend.
378Friend.C.M.
1 A FRIEND there is—your voices loin,
Ye saints, to praise His name!
Whose truth and kindness are divine,
Whose love's a constant flame.

2 When most we need His helping band,
This Friend is always near;
With heaven and earth at His command,
He waits to answer prayer.

3 His love no end or measure knows,
No change can turn its course;
Immutably the same it flows
From one eternal source.

4 When frowns appear to veil His face,
And clouds surround His throne,
He hides the purpose of His grace,
To make it better known.

5 And if our dearest comforts fall
Before His sovereign will,
He never takes away our all,
Himself He give as still!

6 Our sorrows in the scale He weighs,
And measures out our pains;
The wildest storm His word obeys,
His word its rage restrains.
Joseph Swain, 1792.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

379 — Friend
379FriendL.M.
1 POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am,
I have a rich almighty Friend;
Jesus, the Saviour, is His name:
He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood;
And by His power my foes controll'd:
He found me wandering far from God,
And brought me to His chosen fold.

3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthroned with Him above the skies:
Oh! what a friend is Christ to me!

4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns;
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
To think of my perverse returns:
I've been a faithless friend to Him.

5 Sure, were not I most vile and base,
I could not thus my friend requite:
And were not He the God of grace,
He'd frown and spurn me from His sight
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

380 — Head of the Church.
380Head of the Church.C.M.
1 Jesus, I sing Thy matchless grace,
That calls a worm Thine own;
Gives me among Thy saints a place
To make Thy glories known.

2 Allied to Thee, our vital Head,
We act, and grow, and thrive:
From Thee divided, each is dead
When most he seems alive.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord:
One body all in mutual love,
And Thou our common Lord.

4 Oh may my faith each hour derive
Thy Spirit with delight;
While death and hell in vain shall strive
This bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present
Before Thy Father's face!
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

381 — Hiding-place.
381Hiding-place.L.M.
1 AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake!
Retune thy strings for Jesu's 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 retire
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-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.

4 While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow:
Fallen, abject, mean—a sentenced race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.

5 Yet, courage—days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
And washed in Jesu's cleansing blood.

6 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.
Henry Kirke White, 1807.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

382 — High Priest.
382High Priest.C.M.
1 NOW let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great High Priest above,
And celebrate His constant care,
And sympathetic love.

2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train,
With matchless honours crown'd;

3 The names of all His saints He bears
Deep graven on His heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say,
That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,
Our everlasting trust,
When gems, and monuments, and crowns,
Are moulder'd down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.
Philip Doddridge, 1765.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

383 — High Print and Surety
383High Print and Surety148th.
1 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His powerful blood did once atone;
And now it pleads before the throne.

2 To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws:
Behold my soul at freedom set!
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

3 My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows His ears,
And lays His thunder by;
Not all that hell or sin can say,
Shall turn His heart, His love away.

4 Immense compassion reigns
In my Immanuel's heart,
He condescends to act
A Mediator's part:
He is my friend and brother too,
Divinely kind, divinely true.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

384 — Immanuel.
384Immanuel.7s.
1 SWEETER sounds than music knows
Charm me in Immanuel's name:
All her hopes my spirit owes
To His birth, and cross, and shame.

2 When He came, the angels sung
"Glory be to God on high;"
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue;
Who should louder sing than I?

3 Did the Lord a man become
That He might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

4 No; I must my praises bring,
Though they worthless are, and weak;
For should I refuse to sing,
Sure the very stones would speak.

5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend—
Every precious name in One!
I will love Thee without end.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

385 — Jesus.
385Jesus.C.M.
1 Jesus, I love Thy charming name,
'Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust:
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear
Nor friendship half so sweet

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless, clasp Thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

386 — Jesus.
386Jesus.C.M.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus Bounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast,
Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield, and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.

5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

6 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

7 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

387 — Jesus.
387Jesus.C.M.
1 JESUS! Oh word divinely sweet!
How charming is the sound!
What joyful news! what heavenly sense
In that dear name is found!

2 Our souls, all guilty and condemned,
In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls, with numerous sins depraved,
To death and hell a prey.

3 Jesus, to purge away our guilt,
A willing victim fell,
And on His cross triumphant broke
The bands of death and hell.

4 Our foes were mighty to destroy,
He mightier was to save;
He died, but could not long be held
A prisoner in the grave.

5 Jesus! who mighty art to save,
Still push Thy conquests on;
Extend the triumphs of Thy cross,
Where'er the sun has shone.

6 O Captain of Salvation! make
Thy power and mercy known;
Till crowds of willing converts come
And worship at Thy throne.
Joseph Stennett, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

388 — Jesus.
388Jesus.C.M.
1 JESUS, in Thy transporting name,
What blissful glories rise!
Jesus! the angels' sweetest theme,
The wonder of the skies!

2 Didst Thou forsake Thy radiant crown,
And boundless realms of day,
Aside Thy robes of glory thrown,
To dwell with feeble clay?

3 Victorious love! can language tell
The wonders of Thy power,
Which conquer'd all the force of hell
In that tremendous hour?

4 Is there a heart that will not bend
To Thy divine control?
Descend, O sovereign lore, descend,
And melt that stubborn soul.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

389 — Jesus.
389Jesus.7.6.
1 EXULT all hearts with gladness
At sound of Jesu's Name;
What other hath such sweetness,
Or such delight can claim?

2 O Jesu, Health of sinners,
Be present to our prayer;
The wanderer's Guide become Thou,
And us Thy people spare.

3 Thy Name, may it defend us,
Our stay in peril prove;
And perfect us in blessing,
And every stain remove.

4 For Thee. O Christ, all glory
In this blest Name doth shine:
Thy honour be our worship,
O Jesu, Lord benign.
John David Chambers, 1857, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

390 — King of Saints.
390King of Saints.C.M.
1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known;
The Sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd
With glories all divine;
And tell the wondering nations round
How bright those glories shine.

3 Infinite power and boundless grace
In Him unite their rays:
You that have e'er beheld His face,
Can you forbear His praise?

4 When in His earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.

5 And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise!
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

6 Oh happy period! glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, the raptured lay
To celebrate Thy praise.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

391 — Light.
391Light.8.7.
1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by Thyself revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise,
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.

3 Still we wait for Thy appearing;
Life and joy Thy beams impart;
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart.

4 Come, extend Thy wonted favour
To our ruin'd, guilty race:
Come, Thou dear exalted Saviour,
Come, apply Thy saving grace.

5 Save us in Thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins.

6 By Thine all-sufficient merit
Every burthen'd soul release!
By the teachings of Thy Spirit
Guide us into perfect peace.
Charles Wesley, 1744, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

392 — Melchizedek.
392Melchizedek.7s.
1 KING of Salem, bless my soul!
Make a wounded sinner whole!
King of righteousness and peace,
Let not Thy sweet visits cease!

2 Come, refresh this soul of mine
With Thy sacred bread and wine!
All Thy love to me unfold,
Half of which can not be told.

3 Hail, Melchizedek, divine;
Great High Priest, Thou shalt be mine;
All my powers before Thee fail;
Take not tithe, but take them all.
John Wingrove, 1785.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

393 — Melchizedek.
393Melchizedek.C.M.
1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of Thee;
No music's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.

2 O may we ever hear Thy voice
In mercy to us speak:
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedek.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay:
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all His favour'd throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.
John Cennick, 1743, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book394 — Physician.

394Physician.C.M.
1 Jesus, if Thou art still to-day
As yesterday—the same;
Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of Thy name,

2 Since still Thou goest about to do
Thy needy creatures good;
On me, that I Thy praise may show,
Be all Thy wonders show'd.

3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat;
With pitying eye behold me fall
A leper at Thy feet.

4 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorred
I sink beneath my sin;
But if Thou wilt, a gracious word
Of Thine can make me clean.

5 Thou seest me deaf to Thy command,
Open, O Lord, mine ear;
Bid me stretch out my withered hand,
And lift it up in prayer.

6 Silent (alas! Thou know'st how long),
My voice I cannot raise;
But oh, when Thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing Thy praise!

7 If Thou, my God, art passing by,
Oh let me find Thee near!
Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,
Thou, Son of David, hear!

8 Behold me waiting, in the way,
For Thee, the heavenly light;
Command me to be brought, and say,
"Sinner, receive thy sight."
Charles Wesley, 1740, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

395 — Priest.
395Priest.C.M.
1 JESUS, in Thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems, and polish'd gold,
The sons of Aaron wore.

2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought
To purge themselves from sin:
Thy life was pure, without a spot,
And all Thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood as constant as the day,
Was on their altar spilt:
But Thy one offering takes away
For ever all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran throug several hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.

5 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the veil appears,
Before the golden throne.

6 But Christ by His own powerful blood
Ascends above the skies,
And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice.

7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns
On Sion's heavenly hill;
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears His priesthood still.

8 He ever lives to intercede
Before His Father's face:
Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.
Isaac Watts, 1700.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

396 — Prince of Peace.
396Prince of Peace.C.M.
1 LET saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;
With chose above, proclaim His praise,
And crown Him Prince of Peace.

2 Praise Him who laid His glory by
For man's apostate race,
Praise Him who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown Him Prince of Peace.

3 We soon shall reach the heavenly shore,
To view His lovely face,
His name for ever to adore,
And crown Him Prince of Peace.
Jonathan Evans, 1803.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

397 — Righteousness.
397Righteousness.L.M.
1 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise,
To take my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath lived and died for me."

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
While through Thy blood absolved I am
From sin's tremendous curse and shame.

4 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

5 Oh let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Bid, Lord, Thy banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord, our Righteousness.
Count Zinzendorf, 1739;
tr. by John Wesley, 1740, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

398 — Our Righteousness.
398Our Righteousness.C.M.
1 SAVIOUR divine, we know Thy name,
And in that name we trust;
Thou art the Lord our righteousness,
Thou art Thine Israel's boast.

2 Guilty we plead before Thy throne,
And low in dust we lie,
Till Jesus stretch His gracious arm
To bring the guilty nigh.

3 The sins of one—most righteous day
Might plunge us in despair;
Yet all the crimes of numerous years
Shall our great Surety clear.

4 That spotless robe, which He hath wrought,
Shall deck us all around;
Nor by the piercing eye of God
One blemish shall be found.

5 Pardon, and peace, and lively hope,
To sinners now are given;
Israel and Judah soon shall change
The wilderness for heaven.

6 With joy we taste that manna now
Thy mercy scatters down;
We seal our humble vows to Thee,
And wait the promised crown.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

399 — Saviour.
399Saviour.8.7.4.
1 Jesus is our great salvation,
Worthy of our best esteem!
He has saved His favourite nation!
Join to sing aloud to Him:
He has saved us,
Christ alone can us redeem.

2 When involved in sin and ruin,
And no helper there was found,
Jesus our distress was viewing;
Grace did more than sin abound:
He has call'd us.
With salvation in the sound.

3 Save us from a mere profession!
Save us from hypocrisy;
Give us, Lord, the sweet possession
Of Thy righteousness and Thee:
Best of favours!
None compared with this can be.

4 Free election, known by calling,
Is a privilege divine:
Saints are kept from final falling;
All the glory, Lord, be thine;
All the glory,
All the glory, Lord, is Thine.
John Adams, 1776.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

400 — Shepherd.
400Shepherd.S.M.
1 MY soul with joy attend,
While Jesus silence breaks;
No angel's harp such music yields,
As what my Shepherd speaks.

2 "I know my sheep," He cries,
"My soul approves them well:
Vain is the treacherous world's disguise,
And vain the rage of hell.

3 "I freely feed them now
With tokens of My love;
But richer pastures I prepare,
And sweeter streams above.

4 "Unnumber'd years of bliss
I to My sheep will give;
And, while My throne unshaken stands,
Shall all My chosen live.

5 "This tried almighty hand
Is raised for their defence;
Where is the power shall reach them there?
Or what shall force them thence?"

6 Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry;
My heart can on this promise live,
Can on this promise die.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

401 — Shepherd.
401Shepherd.8.7.4.
1 SHEPHERD of the chosen number,
They are safe whom Thou dost keep;
Other shepherds faint and slumber,
And forget to watch the sheep;
Watchful Shepherd!
Thou dost wake while others sleep.

2 When the lion came, depending
On his strength to seize his prey,
Thou wert there, Thy sheep defending,
Thou didst then Thy power display;
Mighty Shepherd!
Thou didst turn the foe away

3 When the Shepherd's life was needful
To redeem the sheep from death,
Of their safety ever heedful,
Thou for them didst yield Thy breath;
Faithful Shepherd!
Love like Thine no other hath.
Thomas Kelly. 1809.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

402 — Shepherd.
402Shepherd.7s.
1 LOVING Shepherd of Thy sheep,
Keep me, Lord, in safety keep;
Nothing can Thy power withstand,
None can pluck me from Thy hand.

2 Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give
Thine own life that I might live;
May I love Thee day by day,
Gladly Thy sweet will obey.

3 Loving Shepherd, ever near,
Teach me still Thy voice to hear;
Suffer not my step to stray
From the strait and narrow way

4 Where Thou leadest me I go,
Walking in Thy steps below;
Then before Thy Father's throne,
Jesu, claim me for Thy own.
Jane E. Leeson, 1842.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

403 — Sinners' Friend.
403Sinners' Friend.8.7.
1 FRIEND of sinners! Lord of glory!
Lowly, mighty! Brother, King!
Musing o'er Thy wondrous story,
Fain would I Thy praises sing.

2 From Thy throne of light celestial,
Moved with pity, Thou didst bend
To behold our woes terrestrial,
And become the Sinners' Friend.

3 Sinners' Friend! Oh name most blessed,
Unto those who mourn for sin;
By the devil sore distressed,
Foes without and fears within!

4 Friend to help us, cheer us, save us,
In whom power and pity blend;
Praise we must, the grace which gave us
Jesus Christ, the Sinners' Friend.
Newman Hall, 1857.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

404 — Substitute.
404Substitute.8. 8. 6.
1 FROM whence this fear and unbelief?
Hath not the Father put to grief
His spotless Son for me?
And will the righteous Judge of men,
Condemn me for that debt of sin,
Which, Lord, was charged on Thee?

2 Complete atonement Thou hast made,
And to the utmost farthing paid
Whate'er Thy people owed:
Nor can His wrath on me take place,
If sheltered in Thy righteousness,
And sprinkled with Thy blood.

3 If Thou hast my discharge procured,
And freely in my room endured
The whole of wrath divine:
Payment God cannot twice demand,
First at my bleeding Surety's hand,
And then again at mine.

4 Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest;
The merits of thy great High Priest
Have bought thy liberty:
Trust in His efficacious blood,
Nor fear thy banishment from God,
Since Jesus died for thee.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1772.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

405 — Substitute.
405Substitute.8. 8. 6.
1 O THOU who didst Thy glory leave
Apostate sinners to retrieve
From nature's deadly fall,
Me Thou hast purchased with a price,
Nor shall my crimes in judgment rise,
For Thou hast borne then all.

2 Jesus was punish'd in my stead,
Without the gate my Surety bled
To expiate my stain:
On earth the Godhead deign'd to dwell,
And made of infinite avail
The sufferings of the man.

3 And was He for such rebels given?
He was; the Incarnate King of Heaven
Did for His foes expire:
Amazed, O earth, the tidings hear;
He bore, that we might never bear
His Father's righteous ire.

4 Ye saints, the Man of Sorrows bless,
The God for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone:
Praise Him, till with the heavenly throng,
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And see Him on His throne.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

406 — Surety.
406Surety.7s.
1 CHRIST exalted is our song,
Hymn'd by all the blood-bought throng;
To His throne our shouts shall rise,
God with us by sacred ties.

2 Shout, believer, to thy God,
He hath once the winepress trod;
Peace procured by blood divine,
Cancell'd all thy sins and mine.

3 Here thy bleeding wounds are heal'd,
Sin condemn'd, and pardon seal'd;
Grace her empire still maintains;
Love without a rival reigns.

4 In thy Surety thou art free,
His dear hands were pierced for thee;
With His spotless vesture on,
Holy as the Holy One.

5 Oh the heights and depths of grace!
Shining with meridian blaze;
Here the sacred records show
Sinners black, but comely too.

6 Saints dejected, cease to mourn,
Faith shall soon to vision turn;
Ye the kingdom shall obtain,
And with Christ exalted reign.
John Kent, 1803.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

407 — True Fine
407True FineC.M.
1 JESUS immutably the same,
Thou true and living vine,
Around Thy all-supporting stem
My feeble arms I twine.

2 Quicken'd by Thee, and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit;
My life I from Thy sap derive,
My vigour from Thy root.

3 I can do nothing without Thee;
My strength is wholly Thine:
Wither'd and barren should I be,
If sever'd from the vine.

4 Upon my leaf, when parch'd with heat,
Refreshing dew shall drop;
The plant which Thy right hand hath set.
Shall ne'er be rooted up.

5 Each moment water'd by Thy care,
And fenced with power divine,
Fruit to eternal life shall bear
The feeblest branch of Thine.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1771.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

408 — The Way.
408The Way.L.M.
1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix'd my hopes upon,
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till Him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all His paths are peace.

3 No stranger may proceed therein,
No lover of the world and sin;
Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound,
Shall only in the way be found.

4 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief and burden long have been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

5 The more I strove against its power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul! I am the Way!"

6 Lo! glad I come; and Thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

7 Now will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God!"
John Cennick, 1743, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

409 — The Way, the Truth, and the Life.
409The Way, the Truth, and the Life.C.M.
1 THOU art the Way: to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee,
And He who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone
Sound wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
George W. Doane, 1826.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Praise to the Lord Jesus.
410 — Praise to the Redeemer.
410Praise to the Redeemer.L.M.
1 NOW to the Lord, that makes us know
The wonders of His dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas He that cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in His richest blood:
'Tis He that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus our atoning Priest,
To Jesus our superior King,
Be everlasting power confess'd,
And every tongue His glory sing.

4 Behold, on flying clouds He comes,
And every eye shall see Him move;
Though with our sins we pierced Him once,
Now He displays His pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord, nor let Thy promise fail,
Nor let Thy chariots long delay.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

411 — Praise to the Redeemer.
411Praise to the Redeemer.C.M.
1 TO Him that loved the souls of men,
And wash'd us in His blood,
To royal honours raised our head,
And made us priests to God;

2 To Him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love!
All grateful honours paid on earth,
And nobler songs above!

3 Behold, on flying clouds He comes!
His saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierced Him sadly mourn
in anguish and dismay.

4 Thou art the First, and Thou the Last;
Time centres all in Thee,
The Almighty God, who was, and is,
And evermore shall be.
Isaac Watts, 1709;
Scripture Songs, 1751.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

412 — A new Song to the Lamb.
412A new Song to the Lamb.C.M.
1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb
Amidst His Father's throne;
Prepare new honours for His name
And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at His feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise;
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

4 Eternal Father, who shall look
Into Thy secret will?
Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfil Thy great decrees,
The Son deserves it well;
Lo! in His hand the sovereign keys
Of heaven, and death, and hell.

6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on Thy head.

7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with Thee.

8 The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath Thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promised hour.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

413 — Worthy the Lamb.
413Worthy the Lamb.C.M.
1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

414 — Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation.
414Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation.L.M.
1 WHAT equal honour shall we bring
To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to Thy name?

2 Worthy is He that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groan'd and died
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At His Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are His due
Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though He was charged with madness here

4 All riches are His native right,
Yet He sustain'd amazing loss:
To Him ascribe eternal might,
Who left His weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn:
While glory shines around His head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound His sacred name.
And every creature say, Amen.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

415 — "Worthy is the Lamb."
415"Worthy is the Lamb."C.M.
1 WORTHY art Thou, .O dying Lamb!
Worthy, O bleeding Lord;
Eternal, Infinite, I AM,
Ceaseless to be adored!

2 Fulness of riches is in Thee!
From Thee all mercies spring:
And grace and love, divine and free,
And power enlivening.

3 Out of the deep of every heart,
Let praise to Thee ascend:
Till Thou to heaven shalt us translate,
Where praises never end!

4 Thither, oh thither, quickly bring
Thy remnant, Lord, in peace:
We there with all Thy hosts will sing,
Nor ever, ever cease!
John Cennick, 1742.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

416 — "Worthy is the Lamb."
416"Worthy is the Lamb."6.6.4.6.6.6.4.
1 GLORY to God on high!
Let earth and skies reply,
Praise ye His name:
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
Sing aloud evermore,
Worthy the Lamb!

2 Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load,
Praise ye His name:
Tell what His arm hath done,
What spoils from death He won:
Sing His great name alone:
Worthy the Lamb!

3 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His name:
Those who have felt His blood
Sealing their peace with God,
Sound His dear fame abroad:
Worthy the Lamb!

4 Join all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless;
Praise ye His name:
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
Worthy the Lamb!

5 What though we change our place,
Yet we shall never cease
Praising His name;
To Him our songs we bring,
Hail Him our gracious. King.
And, without ceasing sing,
Worthy the Lamb!

6 Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,
Praise His dear name;
To Him ascribed be
Honour and majesty;
Through all eternity:
Worthy the Lamb!
James Allen, 1761, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

417 — Crown Him.
417Crown Him.C.M.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go—spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Babes, men, and sires, who know His love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now joy with all the hosts above,
And crown Him Lord of all.

6 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

7 Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Edward Perronet, 1780, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

418 — Crown Him.
418Crown Him.S.M.
1 CROWN Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne:
Hark how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own.

2 Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee;
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.

3 Crown Him, the Lord of Love;
Behold His hands and Bide,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.

4 Crown Him, the Lord of Peace,
Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorb'd in prayer and praise:

5 His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

6 All hail! Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me:
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
Matthew Bridges, 1848.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

419 — "Hail, King of the Jews."
419"Hail, King of the Jews."8.7.
1 HAIL, Thou once despised Jesus,
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us!
Thou didst free salvation bring:
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame,
By Thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through Thy name

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid:
By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven.
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
There Thou dost our place prepare:
Ever for us interceding
Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:
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.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

420 — "Not unto us."
420"Not unto us."C.M.
1 NOT unto us, to Thee alone,
Bless'd Lamb, be glory given!
Here shall Thy praises be begun,
But carried on in heaven.

2 The hosts of spirits now with Thee
Eternal anthems sing:
To imitate them here, lo! we
Our Hallelujahs bring.

3 Had we our tongues like them inspired,
Like theirs our songs should rise:
Like them we never should be tired,
But love the sacrifice.


4 Till we the veil of flesh lay down,
Accept our weaker lays;
And when we reach Thy Father's throne,
We'll join in nobler praise.
John Cennick, 1742.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

421 — "Altogether lovely."
421"Altogether lovely."C.M.
1 TO Christ the Lord let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring:
When He's the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing?

2 Survey the beauties of His face,
And on His glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of His grace,
And all His triumphs tell.

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon His awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

4 No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer He is than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

5 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief:
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

6 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet:
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

422 — Rejoicing in Jesus.
422Rejoicing in Jesus.C.M.
1 OH for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.

3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the prisoners free:
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

423 — Redeeming Love.
423Redeeming Love.C.M.
1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!
Oh may His love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue.

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach,
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.

3 Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;
Jesus be our supreme delight,
His praise, our blest employ.

4 Jesus who left his throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die—
Was ever love like this?

5 Oh may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love Thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

424 — Tribute for King Jesus.
424Tribute for King Jesus.L.M.
1 Jesus, Thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as Thy crown.

2 Let every act of worship be,
Like our espousals, Lord, to Thee;
Like the dear hour when from above
We first received Thy pledge of love.

3 The gladness of that happy day;
Our hearts would wish it long to stay:
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comforts sink, nor love grow cold.

4 Each following minute while it stays,
Improve our joys, increase Thy praise,
Till we are raised to sing Thy name
At the great supper of the Lamb.

5 Oh that the months would roll away,
And bring the coronation day!
The King of Grace shall fill the throne,
With all His Father's glories on.
Isaac Watts, 1719, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

425 — Christ's Glorious Person.
425Christ's Glorious Person.L.M.
1 NOW to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
Hosanna to th' Eternal Name,
And all His boundless love proclaim.

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of His grace;
God, in the person of His Son,
Has all His mightiest works outdone.

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God,
And Thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in His looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of Thine hands;
The pleasing lustre of His eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels dwell upon the sound,
Ye heavens reflect it to the ground!
Isaac Watts. 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

426 — Christ's Sufferings and Glory.
426Christ's Sufferings and Glory.L.M.
1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders He hath done!

2 Sing how He left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes He wore above;
How swift and joyful was His flight,
On wings of everlasting love!

3 Down to this base, this sinful earth,
He came to raise our nature high;
He came to atone Almighty wrath;
Jesus, the God, was born to die.

4 Deep in the shades of gloomy death
The Almighty Captive prisoner lay;
The Almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

5 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to His throne of shining grace!
See what immortal glories sit
Round the sweet beauties of His face!

6 Amongst a thousand hearts and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

427 — Song of Songs.
427Song of Songs.L.M.
1 COME, let us sing the song of songs,
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 Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in heaven with Him we reign;
This song our song of songs shall be:
"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain."
James Montgomery, 1853.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

428 — Praise to the Redeemer.
428Praise to the Redeemer.C.M.
1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and (oh amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

6 Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lord,
Our souls are all on flame,
Hosanna round the spacious earth
To Thine adored name.

7 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold,
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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429 — The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.
429The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.S.M.
1 COME, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
'Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the Man we sing.

2 Tell how He took our flesh
To take away our guilt,
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.

3 The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er His bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on His soul.

4 Down to the shades of death
He bow'd His awful head,
Yet He arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.

5 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more,
For hell itself shakes at His name,
And all the heavens adore.

6 There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father's throne,
The Father lays His vengeance by,
And smiles upon His Son.

7 There His full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless His saints' and angels' eyes
To everlasting days.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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430 — The Humiliation and Triumphs of Christ.
430The Humiliation and Triumphs of Christ.L.M.
1 PROCLAIM inimitable love:
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.

2 He that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans:
The Prince of Life resigns His breath;
The King of Glory bows to death.

3 But see the wonders of His power,
He triumphs in His dying hour;
And while by Satan's rage He fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

4 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood:
Then He arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by His love.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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431 — Longing to praise Jesus better.
431Longing to praise Jesus better.L.M.
1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul,
And read my Maker's broken laws,
Repair'd and honour'd by Thy cross;

2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of Thine,
And see the Man that groan'd and died,
Sit glorious by His Father's side;

3 My passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith, and fired with love;
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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432 — Extol the Son of God.
432Extol the Son of God.C.M.
1 THE Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How wondrous are His ways!
Oh for a harp of thousand strings,
To sound abroad His praise!

2 How passing strange, to leave the seat
Of heaven's eternal throne,
And hosts of glittering seraphim,
For guilty man alone!

3 And did He bow His sacred head,
And die a death of shame?
Let men and angels magnify
And bless His holy name!

4 Oh let us live in peace and love,
And cast away our pride,
And crucify our sins afresh,
As He was crucified!

5 He rose again; then let us rise
From sin, and Christ adore,
And dwell in peace with all mankind,
And tempt the Lord no more:

6 The Son of God! the Lord of Life!
How wondrous are His ways!
Oh for a harp of thousand strings,
To sound abroad His praise!
George Mogridge, 1851
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433 — "He is our Peace."
433"He is our Peace."C.M.
1 DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God,
Who can resist Thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with Thy blood!

2 'Tis by the merits of Thy death
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by Thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.

3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.

4 But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.

5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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434 — "He is become my Salvation."
434"He is become my Salvation."7s
1 I WILL praise Thee every day!
Now Thine anger's turn'd away,
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

2 Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length,
My salvation and my strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.

4 Praise ye then His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame,
Still His worth your praise exceeds:
Excellent are all His deeds.

5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion shout, for this is He,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.
William Cowper, 1779.
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435 — Blessed be His Name.
435Blessed be His Name.S.M.
1 I BLESS the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.

2 His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each lingering shade of gloom.

3 I praise the God of grace;
I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,
My God. my joy. my light.

4 In Him is only good,
In me is only ill;
My ill but draws His goodness forth,
And me He loveth still.

5 'Tis He who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me,
I live because He lives.

6 My life with Him is hid,
My death has pass'd away,
My clouds have melted into light,
My midnight into day.
Horatius Bonar, 1863,
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436 — Infinitely excellent.
436Infinitely excellent.C.M.
1 INFINITE excellence is Thine,
Thou lovely Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at Thy feet:
To Thee their prayers and vows ascend,
In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;
Sweetly the sacred odours spread,
Through all immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live
On Thy exhaustless store;
From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still Thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy:
They find their all in Thee;
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
John Fawcett, 1782.
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437 — Blessed be His Name.
437Blessed be His Name.7s.
1 BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Christ our Peace and Righteousness;
Let our praise to Him be given,
High at God's right hand in heaven.

2 Son of God, to Thee we bow,
Thou art Lord, and only Thou;
Thou the woman's promised seed;
Thou, who didst for sinners bleed.

3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King;
Worthy is Thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought,
Of salvation fully wrought;
Wrought, O Lord, alone by Thee,
Wrought, to set Thy people free.

5 Thee, our Lord, would we adore,
Serve and follow more and more;
Praise and bless Thy matchless love,
Till we join Thy saints above.
John Cennick, 1742, a.
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438 — I will sing of my Beloved.
438I will sing of my Beloved.8.8.6.
1 OH, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh, could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine!
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I'd sing His glorious righteousness.
In which all perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the character He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.
Samuel Medley, 1789.
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439 — Jesus' Love.
439Jesus' Love.7s.
1 SWEET the theme of Jesus' love!
Sweet the theme all themes above;
Love unmerited and free.
Our triumphant song shall be.

2 Love, so vast that nought can bound;
Love, too deep for thought to sound;
Love, which made the Lord of all
Drink the wormwood and the gall.

3 Love, which led Him to the cross,
Bearing there unutter'd loss;
Love, which brought Him to the gloom
Of the cold and darksome tomb.

4 Love which made Him hence arise
Far above the starry skies,
There with tender, loving care,
All His people's griefs to share.

5 Love, which will not let Him rest
Till His chosen all are blest;
Till they all for whom He died
Live rejoicing by His side.
Albert Midlane, 1864, a.
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440 — Redeeming love.
440Redeeming love.7s.
1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name!
Ye, who His salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.

4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves to death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove;
Stop and taste redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by sin oppressed,
Welcome to His sacred rest,
Nothing brought Him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

6 When His Spirit leads us home,
When we to His glory come,
We shall all the fulness prove
Of our Lord's redeeming love.

7 He subdued the infernal powers,
His tremendous foes and ours,
From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.

8 Hither then your music bring.
Strike aloud each cheerful string:
Mortals, join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
Madan's Collection, 1763.
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441 — "Thou art Worthy!"
441"Thou art Worthy!"148th.
1 SHALL hymns of grateful love
Through heaven's high arches ring,
And all the hosts above,
Their songs of triumph sing?
And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

2 Shall every ransom'd tribe
Of Adam's scatter'd race
To Christ all power ascribe,
Who saved them by His grace?
And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

3 Shall they adore the Lord
Who bought them by His blood,
And all the love record
That led them home to God?
And shall not we take up the strain,
And send the echo back again?

4 Oh, spread the joyful sound!
The Saviour's love proclaim,
And publish all around
Salvation, through His name;
Till the whole earth take up the strain,
And send the echo back again!
James J. Cummins, 1849.
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442 — Glory to the Lamb.
442Glory to the Lamb.104th.
1 COME, saints, and adore Him, come bow at His feet;
Come, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the

2 To the Lamb that was slain all honour be paid,
Let crowns without number encircle His head;
Let blessing, and glory, and riches, and might,
Be ascribed evermore by angels of light.
Come, saints, and adore Him, &c.
Maria de Fleury, 1791.
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443 — Hosanna.
443Hosanna.11s.
THY triumphs, Redeemer of men, we proclaim,
Be boundless Thine empire, eternal Thy name;
We'll praise Thee on earth, and in glory again,
Sing loud hallelujahs, for ever, Amen.
Richard Cope, 1813.
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444 — Hosanna.
444Hosanna.S.M.
1 HOSANNA to the King,
That for our guilt was slain,
Let every soul its tribute bring,
And swell th' exulting strain.

2 Hosanna to the King
Who sitting high in heaven,
Bids sinners lost and wandering,
Return and be forgiven.

3 Hosanna to the King
Who ever lives and reigns:
Let heaven and earth His praises sing,
In loud and lofty strains.
Thomas Hastings, 1850.
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445 — The Promised Comforter.
445The Promised Comforter.C.M.
1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeath'd,
With us on earth to dwell.

2 He comes, the mystic heavenly Dove,
With sheltering wings outspread,
The holy balm of peace and love
On chosen hearts to shed.

3 He comes, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,
Where He can find one humble heart
Wherein to make His rest.

4 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of eve,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And bids us cease to grieve.

5 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness.
Are His, and His alone

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
Oh make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
Yea, make them meet for Thee.
Harriett Auber, 1829, a.
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446 — The Comforter.
446The Comforter.7s.
1 JESUS is gone up on high;
But His promise still is here,
"I will all your wants supply;
I will send the Comforter."

2 Let us now His promise plead,
Let us to His throne draw nigh;
Jesus knows His people's need,
Jesus hears His people's cry.

3 Send us, Lord, the Comforter,
Pledge and witness of Thy love;
Dwelling with Thy people here,
Leading them to joys above.

4 Till we reach the promised rest,
Till Thy face unveil'd we see,
Of this blessed hope possess'd.
Teach us, Lord, to live to Thee.
Thomas Kelly, 1808.
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447 — Work of the Holy Spirit.
447Work of the Holy Spirit.L.M.
1 ETERNAL Spirit! we confess,
And sing the wonders of Thy grace:
Thy power conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son.

2 Enlighten'd by Thine heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know,
Our danger and our refuge too.

3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin,
Do our imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts anew.

4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice,
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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448 — Regeneration.
448Regeneration.C.M.
1 NOT all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given.
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of His Son,
A new peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh;
Creates a new—a heavenly mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quicken'd souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.
Isaac Watts, 1709. a
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449 — Pentecost.
449Pentecost.L.M.
1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great,
When the divine disciples met;
Whilst on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.

2 What gifts, what miracles He gave!
And power to kill, and power to save!
Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words,
Instead of shields, and spears and swords.

3 Thus arm'd He sent the champions forth,
From east to west, from south to north;
"Go, and assert your Saviour's cause;
Go, spread the mystery of His cross."

4 These weapons of the holy war,
Of what almighty force they are,
To make our stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low!

5 Nations, the learned and the rude,
Are by these heavenly arms subdued;
While Satan rages at his loss,
And hates the doctrine of the cross.

6 Great King of Grace, my heart subdue,
I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the victories of His word.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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450 — Waiting for the Promise of the Father.
450Waiting for the Promise of the Father.S.M.
1 LORD God, the Holy Ghost,
In this accepted hour,
As on the day of Pentecost,
Descend in all Thy power.

2 We meet with one accord
In one appointed place,
And wait the promise of our Lord,
The Spirit of all grace.

3 Like mighty rushing wind
Upon the waves beneath,
Move with one impulse every mind;
One soul, one feeling breathe.

4 The young, the old inspire
With wisdom from above;
And give us hearts and tongues of fire,
To pray, and praise, and love.

5 Spirit of Light, explore
And chase our gloom away,
With lustre shining more and more,
Unto the perfect day.

6 Spirit of Truth, be Thou
In life and death our Guide:
O Spirit of Adoption, now
May we be sanctified!
James Montgomery, 1819.
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451 — The Holy Ghost is here.
451The Holy Ghost is here.S.M.
1 THE Holy Ghost is here,
Where saints in prayer agree,
As Jesu's parting gift He's near
Each pleading company.

2 Not far away is He,
To be by prayer brought nigh,
But here in present majesty
As in His courts on high.

3 He dwells within our soul,
An ever welcome Guest;
He reigns with absolute control,
As Monarch in the breast.

4 Our bodies are His shrine,
And He th' indwelling Lord;
All hail, Thou Comforter divine,
Be evermore adored!

5 Obedient to Thy will,
We wait to feel Thy power,
O Lord of life, our hopes fulfil,
And bless this hallow'd hour.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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452 — A Prayer for His Operations.
452A Prayer for His Operations.C.M.
1 ENTHRONED on high. Almighty Lord,
The Holy Ghost send down:
Fulfil in us Thy faithful word,
And all Thy mercies crown.

2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire
Their wondrous powers impart,
Grant, Saviour, what we more desire,
Thy Spirit in our heart.

3 Spirit of life, and light, and love,
Thy heavenly influence give:
Quicken our souls, born from above,
In Christ that we may live.

4 To our benighted minds reveal
The glories of His grace;
And bring us where no clouds conceal
The brightness of His face.

5 His love within us shed abroad,
Life's ever-springing well;
Till God in us, and we in God,
In love eternal dwell.
Thomas Haweis, 1792.
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453 — The Holy Spirit invoked.
453The Holy Spirit invoked.S.M.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, come!
With energy divine;
And on this poor benighted soul
With beams of mercy shine.

2 From the celestial hills,
Life, light, and joy dispense;
And may I daily, hourly feel
Thy quickening influence.

3 Melt, melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Bach evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew.

4 Mine will the profit be,
But Thine shall be the praise;
And unto Thee I will devote
The remnant of my days.
Benjamin Beddome, 1818
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454 — The Holy Spirit.
454The Holy Spirit.C.M.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Pond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannahs languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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455 — Come, Holy Ghost.
455Come, Holy Ghost.C.M.
1 COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire:
Let us Thine influence prove,
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of light and love.

2 Come, Holy Ghost (for moved by Thee
The prophets wrote and spoke),
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key,
Unseal the sacred book.

3 Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove,
Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disorder'd spirits move,
And let there now be light.

4 God through Himself we then shall know
If Thou within us shine;
And sound, with all Thy saints below,
The depths of love divine.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
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456 — His Indwelling sought.
456His Indwelling sought.S.M.
1 COME, Holy Spirit, come,
Let Thy bright beams arise,
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

2 Cheer our desponding hearts,
Thou heavenly Paraclete;
Give us to lie, with humble hope,
At our Redeemer's feet.

3 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on every part,
And new create the whole.

4 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then shall we know and praise and love
The Father, Son, and Thee.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
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457 — Spiritual Power desired.
457Spiritual Power desired.L.M.
1 COME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell
By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be express'd.

2 Come fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and length
Of Thine unmeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honours done
By all the church, through Christ His Son.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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458 — Love longed for.
458Love longed for.S.M.
1 DESCEND, immortal Dove;
Spread Thy kind wings abroad:
And wrapt in flames of holy love,
Bear all my soul to God.

2 Jesus, my Lord, reveal
In charms of grace divine,
And be Thyself the sacred seal,
That pearl of price is mine.

3 Behold my heart expands
To catch the heavenly fire:
It longs to feel the gentle bands,
And groans with strong desire.

4 Thy love, my God, appears
And brings salvation down,
My cordial through this vale of tears,
In paradise my crown.
Philip Doddridge, 1755
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459 — The Spirit's Work requested.
459The Spirit's Work requested.7s
1 HOLY Spirit, from on high,
Bend on us a pitying eye;
Animate the drooping heart,
Bid the power of sin depart.

2 Light up every dark recess
Of our heart's ungodliness;
Show us every devious way,
Where our steps have gone astray.

3 Teach us with repentant grief
Humbly to Implore relief,
Then the Saviour's blood reveal
All our deep disease to heal.

4 Other groundwork should we lay,
Sweep those empty hopes away;
Make us feel that Christ alone
Can for human guilt atone.

5 May we daily grow in grace,
And pursue the heavenly race,
Train'd in wisdom, led by love,
Till we reach our rest above.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1831
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460 — His operations invited.
460His operations invited.7s.
1 HOLY Ghost, with light divine,
Shine upon this heart of mine;
Chase the shades of night away,
Turn the darkness into day.

2 Holy Ghost, with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long has sin without control
Held dominion o'er my soul.

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine.
Cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.

4 Holy Spirit, all divine,
Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol throne;
Reign supreme, and reign alone.
Andrew Reed, 1817.
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461 — Nature helpless—the Spirit working.
461Nature helpless—the Spirit working.C.M.
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis Thine, Eternal Spirit, Thine
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live!
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'Tis Thine alone to give.

5 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine!
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be Thine.
Anne Steele, 1760.
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462 — Comforter.
462Comforter.8.7.
1 HOLY Ghost, dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night;
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light!

2 Author of the new creation,
Come, with unction and with power;
Hake our hearts Thy habitation,
On our souls Thy graces shower.
Paul Gerhardt, 1653;
J. C. Jacobi, 1725;
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
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463 — Divine Drawings implored.
463Divine Drawings implored.C.M.
1 IF Thou hast drawn a thousand times,
Oh draw me, Lord, again;
Around me cast Thy Spirit's bands,
And all my powers constrain.

2 Draw me from all created good,
From self, the world, and sin,
To the dear fountain of Thy blood,
And make me pure within.

3 Oh lead me to Thy mercy-seat;
Attract me nearer still;
Draw me, like Mary, to Thy feet,
To sit and learn Thy will.

4 Oh draw me all the desert through
With cords of heavenly love,
And when prepared for going hence,
Draw me to dwell above.
Beddome and Rippon, 1800. a.
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464 — The Holy Spirit invoked.
464The Holy Spirit invoked.C.M.
1 SPIRIT divine! attend our prayers,
And make this house Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious powers,
Oh come, Great Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light—to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe:
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire—and purge our hearts,
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dew—and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;
May barrenness rejoice to own
Thy fertilising power.

5 Come as the dove—and spread Thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;
And let Thy church on earth become
Blest as the church above.

6 Come as the wind—with rushing sound
And Pentecostal grace;
That all of woman born may see
The glory of Thy face.

7 Spirit divine! attend our prayers,
Make a lost world Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious powers!
Oh come, Great Spirit, come.
Andrew Reed, 1842.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

465 — His Operations sought.
465His Operations sought.C.M.
1 SPIRIT of Truth. Thy grace impart,
To guide our doubtful way;
Thy beams shall scatter every cloud,
And make a glorious day.

2 Light in Thy light, oh may we see,
Thy grace and mercy prove,
Revived, and cheer'd, and bless'd by Thee,
Spirit of peace and love!

3 'Tis Thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,
With guilt and fear oppress'd;
'Tis Thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.

4 Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate'er that sin may be,
That we, in singleness of heart,
May worship only Thee.
Thomas Cotterill, 1812, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

466 — The Spirit entreated not to depart.
466The Spirit entreated not to depart.L.M.
1 STAY, Thou insulted spirit, stay,
Though I have done Thee such despite,
Cast not a sinner quite away,
Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe'er Thy grace received,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved;

3 Yet, oh! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in Thy righteous anger swear
T' exclude me from Thy people's rest.

4 Now, Lord, my weary soul release
Upraise me by Thy gracious hand;
Guide me into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
Charles Wesley, 1749, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

467 — Peace prayed for.
467Peace prayed for.7s.
1 CALMER of my troubled heart,
Bid my unbelief depart;
Speak, and all my sorrows cease;
Speak, and all my soul is peace.

2 Comfort me, whene'er I mourn,
With the hope of Thy return;
And, till I Thy glory see,
Help me to believe in Thee.
Charles Wesley, 1762.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

468 — Divine Sealing and Witnessing sought.
468Divine Sealing and Witnessing sought.C.M.
1 WHY should the children of a Ring
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of Thy grace.

2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt Thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood,
And bear Thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come,
And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book