Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.CL (1766) Topics: Salvation, Righteousness and Strength in Christ Lyrics: 1 Join all the glorious Names
Of Wisdom, Love, and Pow'r,
That ever Mortal knew,
That Angels ever bore:
All are too mean
To speak his Worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.
2 But O what gentle Terms,
What condescending Ways
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav'nly Grace!
Mine Eyes with Joy
And Wonder see
What Forms of Love
He bears for me.
[3 Array'd in mortal Flesh,
He like an Angel stands,
And holds the Promises
And Pardons in his Hands;
Commission'd from
His Father's Throne,
To make his Grace
To Mortals known.]
[4 Great Prophet of my God,
My Tongue would bless thy Name;
By Thee the joyful News
Of our Salvation came;
The joyful News
Of Sins forgiv'n,
Of Hell subdu'd,
And peace with Heav'n.]
[5 Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this desart Land
Still keep me near thy Side.
O let my Feet
Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek
The crooked Way!]
[6 I love my Shepherd's Voice,
His watchful Eyes shall keep
My wand'ring Soul among
The Thousands of his Sheep:
He feeds his Flock,
He calls their Names,
His Bosom bears
The tender Lambs.]
[7 To this dear Surety's Hand
Will I commit my Cause;
He answers and fulfills
His Father's broken Laws.
Behold my Soul
At freedom set!
My Surety paid
The dreadful Debt.]
[8 Jesus, my great High-Priest,
Offer'd his Blood and dy'd;
My guilty Conscience seeks
No Sacrifice beside.
His pow'rful Blood
Did once atone?
And now it pleads
Before the Throne.]
[9 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.]
[10 My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqu'eror and my King,
Thy Scepter, and thy Sword,
Thy reigning Grace I sing.
Thine is the Pow'r;
Behold I sit
In willing Bonds
Before thy Feet.]
[11 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.]
12 Should all the Hosts of Death,
And Pow'rs of Hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful Forms
Of Rage and Mischief on;
I shall be safe,
For Christ displays
Superior Pow'r,
And Guardian Grace Languages: English
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