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Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XL (1792) Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ First Line: O for a thousand tongues to sing Lyrics: 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.
2 Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis musick in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
3 He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd sin,
He sets the pris'ners free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.
4 He speaks, and list'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor, believe.
5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Scripture: Psalm 107:8 Languages: English
Praise
Aaron's Rod
Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ First Line: See, Isr'el's tribes brought near to God Lyrics: 1 See Isr'el's tribes brought near to God;
And ev'ry prince present his rod:
Whilst one alone with blossoms blooms,
And sheds the almond's rich perfumes.
2 'Twas his, the type of him divine,
Whom thou, O Lord, hast chose as thine;
The man, the priest, the stem, the root,
Who bears for us immortal fruit.
3 Jesus, High Priest of good to come!
Thy rod, thy staff shall guide us home:
Thro' death's dark vale, we'll trust its pow'r,
Nor fear a shadow's shaded hour. Scripture: Numbers 17:2 Languages: English
Aaron's Rod
Serpent of Brass
Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Shadow of the Law, reflecting the Body, which is Christ First Line: When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd Lyrics: 1 When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
A serpent straight the prophet made
Of molten brass, to view display'd.
2 Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heaven their mournful sighs ascend;
They hope, they look, while from the pole,
Descends a pow'r that makes them whole.
3 But, O, what healing to the heart,
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart!
What life, by faith, our souls receive!
What pleasures do his sorrows give!
4 Still may I view the Saviour's cross,
And other objects count but loss:
Here still be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his sacrifice.
5 Jesus the Saviour! balmy name!
Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim;
By thy atonement set me free,
My life, my hope, is all from thee. Scripture: Numbers 21:8-9 Languages: English
Serpent of Brass
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