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'ror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing.
Thine is the power; behold I sit
In willing bonds, beneath 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 powers of hell unknown
Put their most dreadful forms

Of rage and mischief on,

I shall be safe-for Christ displays
Superior power, and guardian grace.

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JESUS

The Name of Jesus.

[ESUS-the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky-
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2 Jesus the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given-
It scatters all their guilt and fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.

3 Oh that a dying world might know
The glory of his name;

My voice shall his salvation show,
And cry_" Behold the Lamb!"

4 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name;
Proclaim his love, and cry in death-
Behold, behold the Lamb!"

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C. Wesley.

146

1

JES

Praise to the Saviour.

ESUS, with all thy saints above, My tongue would bear her part; Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart.

2 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never ceasing praise,

While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

147 The Glory and Grace of Christ.

TOW to the Lord a noble song!

1 Now

Awake, my soul-awake my tongue; Hosanna to th' 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 and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labor 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 Oh may I live to reach the place
Where he unvails his lovely face;
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

148 The Sinner's Friend. Prov. xviii. 24.

NE there is, above all others

1ONE

Well deserves the name of Friend;

His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end.

C. M.

Watts.

L. M.

Watts.

8.7.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.

3 When he lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften ;
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We, alas, forget too often

What a Friend we have above.

Newton.

149 Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. Rev. v. 12. L.M.

WHAT equal honors shall we bring

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,

When all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to thy name ?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

The Prince of Life, who groaned and died,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At his Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charged with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,

Yet he sustained amazing loss;
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honor immortal must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Who bore the curse for wretched men :
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, AMEN.

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1

The "New Song." Rev. v. 6—12.
EHOLD the glories of the Lamb,
Amidst his Father's throne:

BEHOLD

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C. M.

Prepare new honors for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints,
And those the hymns they raise;
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

4 Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?

Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfill thy great decrees;
The Son deserves it well:
Lo, in his hand 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 redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free,

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.

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 By him my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;

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C. M.

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

5 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

L. M.

Newton

152 Christ Crucified-the Wisdom and Power of God.

1

NA

TATURE, with open volume, stands
To spread her Maker's praise abroad;
And every labor of his hands

Shows something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescued man,

His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn,

In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 Here his whole name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ,

The power, the wisdom, or the love. 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,

To make the purchased pleasures mine. 5 Oh the sweet wonders of that cross,

Where God the Saviour loved and died! Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

6 I would for ever speak his name

In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne.

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1

To

Preserving Grace. Jude 24, 25.

O God, the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

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S. M.