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2 The Spirit brings the chosen race
A holy Christ to view;

And while by faith they see his face,
Their souls grow holy too.

3 In holiness the saints delight,

While here on earth they dwell;
By faith they wrestle day and night,
More holiness to feel.

4 The Holy Spirit leads them on,
His holy truth to know;
Inscribes his laws in every son,
And works obedience too.

5 He makes them feel the cleansing grace,
That flows through Jesus' blood;
Unites in love the holy race-

The new-born sons of God.

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The Harmony of the Perfections of God.
O LOVE, beyond conception great,
That form'd the vast, stupendous plan,
Where all divine perfections meet,
To reconcile rebellious man.

2 There wisdom shines in fullest blaze,
And justice all her rights maintains:
Astonish'd, angels stoop to gaze,
While mercy o'er the guilty reigns.
3 Yes, mercy reigns, and justice too;
In Christ they both harmonious meet:
He paid to justice all its due,
And now he fills the mercy-seat.
4 Such are the wonders of our God,
And the amazing depths of grace,
To save from wrath's vindictive rod
The chosen sons of Adam's race.

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L. M.

WATTS.

Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. Now to the Lord a noble song!

Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue!
Hosanna to the 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, the 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 thy 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!]
6 O may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face;
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
C. M.
WATTS.
19.
• A New Song to the Lamb that was slain.
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 sacred 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 hands 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:

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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.

L.M.

WATTS.

20. The Deity and Humanity of Christ.

ERE the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad,
From everlasting was the Word;

With God he was; the Word was God;
And must divinely be adored.

2 By his own power were all things made;
By him supported, all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 [Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
(Thy generation who can tell,

Or count the number of thy years?)]
4 But, lo he leaves those heavenly forms:
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.
5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,
The eternal Father's only Son:

How full of truth! how full of grace! When through his eyes the Godhead shone. 6 Bless'd angels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The loves of our descending God, The glories of Immanuel.

L. M.

WATTS.

21. A Description of Christ, the Beloved.

THE wondering world inquires to know,
Why I should love my Jesus so:
"What are his charms," say they, "above
The objects of a mortal love!"

2 Yes, my Beloved to my sight,

Shows a sweet mixture, red and white:
All human beauties, all divine,
In my Beloved meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free;
Red with the blood he shed for me;

The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 [His head the finest gold excels; There wisdom in perfection dwells; And glory, like a crown, adorns Those temples once beset with thorns.] 5 [Compassions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound; His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.] 6 [His hands are fairer to behold

Than diamonds, set in rings of gold; Those heavenly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me.] 7 [Though once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies,

Now, on the throne of his command,
His legs like marble pillars stand.]
8 [His eyes are majesty and love,
The eagle temper'd with the dove:
No more shall trickling sorrows roll
Through those dear windows of his soul.]
9 [Hismouth, that pour'd out long complaints,
Now smiles, and cheers his fainting saints:
His countenance more graceful is
Than Lebanon, with all its trees.]
10 All over glorious is my Lord;
Must be beloved, and yet adored;
His worth if all the nations knew.

Sure the whole world would love him too!
WATTS.

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L. M.

Cant. vi. 1-3, 12.

WHEN mourners stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell; Where he is gone they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne, On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he descends and shows his face In the young gardens of his grace. 3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand: He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads.]

4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move; I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death, nor hell, shall make us part: 5 [He takes my soul, ere I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariots of Amminadib,

The heavenly rapture can describe.] 6 O may my spirit daily rise.

On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell for ever with my love.

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C. M.

Christ very God and Man.

A MAN there is, a real Man,

With wounds still gaping wide,

HART.

From which rich streams of blood once ran, In hands, and feet, and side.

2 ['Tis no wild fancy of our brains,

No metaphor we speak :

The same dear Man in heaven now reigns, That suffer'd for our sake.]

3 This wondrous Man, of whom we tell, Is true Almighty God,

He bought our souls from death and hell;
The price-his own heart's blood.

4 That human heart he still retains,
Though throned in highest bliss:
And feels each tempted member's pains:
For our affliction's his.

5 Come, then, repenting sinner, come;
Approach with humble faith;

Owe what thou wilt, the total sum
Is cancell'd by his death.

6 His blood can cleanse the blackest soul,
And wash our guilt away;

He will present us sound and whole,
In that tremendous day.

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C. M.

WATTS.

The Witnessing and Sealing Spirit.
WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter! descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.

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