5 'Tis from love to Christ, our Head, We his footsteps wish to tread ; And when we his unction feel, We with pleasure do his will. 655.
The same.-18a. lxiii. 9. JESUS, the Lord, enthroned on high, To thee we look, to thee we cry: We long to view thy lovely face, And sweetly sing thy matchless grace. 2 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from death, And bless'd us with a living faith; And thou wilt safely lead us home, Where sins and sorrows never come. 3 As children loved and taught of God, We now descend into the flood; Nor will we fear nor blush with shame, To be baptized in thy name.
4 Dear, condescending God, appear, And bless us with a holy fear: Give solid joy and sacred love, And every idle thought remove. 5 Bless with true fellowship with thee, When weltering in Gethsemane : Thy resurrection's power display, While we thy sacred rite obey. 6 Then shall we feel a solemn frame, And magnify thy sovereign name; And with a holy, reverend awe, Yield sweet obedience to thy law. 656. The same.-Heb. ii. 9.
PRECIOUS Jesus! we adore thee; Thou hast conquer'd death and hell: We in wonder fall before thee; Thy salvation suits us well: May we love thee,
And obey thy righteous will. 2 Here we raise our Ebenezer; Monuments of grace divine; Thou art all our joy and treasure; We are wholly, doubly thine; Loved for ever,
And redeem'd with blood divine.
3 [Give us faith to view thee sighing, Under our tremendous load; Agonizing, groaning, dying,
Overwhelm'd in sweat and blood: Floods of vengeance Covering our incarnate God.] 4 By thy precious love constrained, We are come to own thy name; Thou for us all shame disdained; We for thee would do the same: Saviour, bless us
With a holy, solemn frame. 5 Then, with a transporting pleasure, We with Christ will be baptized; Follow him, our glorious Leader, Let whoever will despise;
Sing his praise beyond the skies. 657. The same.-Acts x. 47.
TUNED with love divine, we sing, Glory to our God and King; Matchless in his grace and power; We behold, and we adore. 2 Once in floods of wrath, the Lamb Sunk, and call'd it baptism; Overwhelm'd was he indeed, That his chosen might be freed. 3 [But he conquer'd when he fell, And destroy'd the powers of hell; He in holy triumph broke
Sin and death's tremendous yoke.] 4 [One with Christ, our living Head, We were each consider'd dead; With him, too, we rose again, And with him must ever reign.] 5 Now with pleasure we attend To his wise and just command, And by faith therein we view What the Lord for us went through. 658.
The same.-Rom. vi. 4.
MIGHTY King, thy power display, Give us grace to watch and pray;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might, May we in thy ways delight. 2 For us Jesus was baptized In tremendous agonies:
Mighty vengeance, like a flood, Overwhelm'd the Lamb of God. 3 Come, ye saints, with wonder view What the Lord has done for you; View the mighty waters roll, And break in upon his soul. View the swelling floods of wrath, Sink your Saviour low as death; Grief him cover'd like a grave, When he died your souls to save. 5 Sons of God, lift up your eyes; See your slaughter'd Saviour rise; He has conquer'd death and hell; With him you shall ever dwell.
659. The Church's Sins charged upon Christ.
THE Lord my Saviour is;
For me he shed his blood;
And shall I scorn his name to own?
Forbid it, mighty God!
With me upon his heart,
He stoop'd to bleed and die;
And when my guilt was to him charged, The charge did not deny.
3 The debt, though great, he paid, That I might be set free;
No charge against me can be brought, For Jesus died for me.
'Midst all his vast concerns,
He could not me forget;
Then let my heart, my soul, my tongue,
His dying love repeat.]
660. The Lord's Supper.
WITH Wondering eyes, Lord, we admire The feast prepared by grace:
Come, Lord, and set our souls on fire, And fill each heart with peace.
2 These emblems of thy precious love, By faith may we receive;
And with a solemn pleasure prove, We in thy name believe.
3 [No goodness of our own we bring; We're sinners vile and base;
Christ is our all; of Christ we sing; And long to see his face.]
4 O may we each, with heart and tongue, Sing, "Worthy is the Lamb;" To him alone the praise belongs, And we'll adore his name.
ONCE more, like children, we are come, To banquet with our God;
May each one feel himself at home, And feast upon thy love.
2 While we receive the bread and wine, As emblems of thy death,
Lord, raise each soul above the sign, To feast on Christ by faith.
3 [We would not come as strangers, Lord, Who only see the sign,
But, as the objects of Christ's love, Would feel we're one in him.]
4 Like free-born sons, we would be free From every legal chain;
Praise him who brought our liberty, And ever with him reign.
662. "Do this in remembrance of me."
O THE matchless love of God;
He hath bought our souls with blood: Jesus, our exalted Head,
For us sigh'd, and groan'd, and bled. 2 He invites us to this feast;
Bids our souls his glories taste; And with pleasure keep in view, What he once for us went through. 3 Hear him speak, ye saved few, For this word is sent to you; You, the objects of his choice, Listen to his saving voice:
4 This my body is, and blood; Take, receive it, as your food;
But, as oft as this you do,
Keep your slaughter'd Lord in view. 5 ["View him in your wretched place, Overwhelm'd in deep disgrace: Plunged in horror's dreadful flood, The vindictive wrath of God.] 6 "View him, and with wonder tell, He has vanquish'd death and hell; Cancell'd all your sins with blood, And will bring you home to God." 663. The Lord's Supper.
BELOVED, we are come
With Christ to sympathize; For us he has the victory won, And we shall share the prize. But O remember him;
View justice, arm'd with wrath; The vengeance due to Zion's sin, Stung Zion's Lord to death. 3 In miseries great he sigh'd; He groan'd; he cried; he bled; He sunk in wrath's tremendous tide, And, dying, bow'd his head. Christians, repeat his love; With solemn pleasure sing, The bloody conflicts of your God; The victories of your King.
WHAT solemn tidings reach our ears, How awful and how grand;
A brother landed safe from fears, On Canaan's happy land.
2 No clouds shall now obstruct his sun, But all be life and peace;
With him 'tis ever, ever noon, Nor can his joy decrease.
3 He's gone in endless bliss to dwell, And I am left below,
To struggle with the powers of hell, Till Jesus bids me go.
4 Though he's more happy, I'm secure: God's promise cannot fail;
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