A Selection of Hymns ‎#CLXVII

CLXVII. Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope

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 Heavens' 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 honors 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 raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus thy 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 its anchor here.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus the Lord, our souls adore
• Title: Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope
• Author: Dr. Doddridge
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Hebrews 6:19-20
• Topic: Characters and Representations of Christ: Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope; Christ: Forerunner; Christ: Foundation
• Notes: Public Domain.

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