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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