2 Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminish'd rays;
Th' eternal God's beloved Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.
3 The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh;
He wears a garment dipp'd in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can neither melt nor move,
The Lamb resents his injur'd love,
Awakes his wrath without delay,
And Judah's lion tears the prey.
5 But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes!
Light of the world, and life of men;"
Nor bears those characters in vain.
6 With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the mediator's part;
A friend and brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
7 At length the judge his throne ascends,
Divides the rebels from his friends,
And saints in full fruition prove
His rich variety of love.
289. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The Offices of Christ from several Scriptures.
OIN all the names of love and pow'r
That ever men or angels bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Or set Immanuel's glory forth.
2 But what condescending ways
He takes to teach his heav'nly grace!
My eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears for me.
3 [The Angel of the Cov'nant' stands
With his commission in his hands,
Sent from his Father's milder throne,
To make his great salvation known.]
4 [Great Prophet, let me bless thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiv❜n,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.]
5 My bright Example and my guide,
I would be walking near thy side;
O let me never run astray!
Nor follow the forbidden way!
6 I love my Shepherd, he shall keep
My wand'ring soul amongst his sheep,
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.]
290. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Offices of Christ continued.
1 MY Surety undertakes my cause,
Answ'ring his Father's broken laws:
Behold my soni at freedom set;
My surety paid the dreadful debt.
2 Jesus, my great High-Priest, has dy'd
I seek no sacrifice beside;
His blood did once for all atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
3 My Advocate appears on high,
The Father lays his thunder by:
Not all that earth or hell can say,
Shall turn my Father's heart away.
4 My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the vict'ry, and I sit
A joyful subject at thy feet.
5 Aspire, my soul, to glorions deeds,
The Captain of salvation' leads;
March on, nor fear to win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way. 6 Should death and hell, and pow'rs unknown, Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Salvation in more sov'reign ways.
291. P. M. Dr. Watts.
Offices of Christ.
Jof wisdom, love, and pow'r,
OIN all the glorious names
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore.
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the Saviour forth.
But, O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav'nly grace!
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears for me.
[Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands!
Commission'd from his Father's throne
To make his grace to mortals known.]
4 [Great Prophet of my God!
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came:
The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.
[Be thou my counsellor,
My pattern, and my guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side!
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
Nor rove nor seek the crooked way !]
292. P. M. Dr. Watts.
Offices and Characters of Christ continued.
LOVE my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock, he calla their names
His bosom bears the tender lambs.]
To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt!
Jesus my great High-Priest,
Offer'd bis blood and dy'd;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacritice beside.
His pow'rful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
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.
293. P. M. Dr. Watts.
The Same continued.
Y dear almighty Lord,
My Conquror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing,
Thine is the pow'r; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet.
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,
Thongh death and hell obstruct the way.
Should all the hosts of death,
And pow'rs of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe: for Christ displays
Superior pow'r and guardian grace.
294. C. M. Steele.
The Heavenly Guest. Rev. iii. 20.
AND will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand
In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace!-and shall my heart
Unmov'd and cold remain?
Has this hard rock no tender part?
Must mercy plead in vain?
3 Shall Jesus for admission sue,
His charming voice unheard? And this vile heart, his rightful due, Remain for ever barr'd?
4 Tis sin, alas! with tyrant power,
The lodging has possest;
And crowds of traitors bar the door
Against the heavenly guest.
5 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart;
Dear Saviour, enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.
295. P. M. Steele.
Hymn to Jesus, the King of Saints.
HALL loyal nations hail the day,
That crowns their king with loud acclaim?
Aud shall not saints their homage pay
To their beloved Saviour's name?
Ye saints, resound in joyful strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
2 Jesus who vanquish'd all your foes,
Who came to save, who reigns to bless;
From hin your every comfort flows,
Life, liberty, and joy, and peace.
Resound, resound in joyful strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
3 Yes, thou art worthy, dearest Lord,
Of universal, endless praise;
With every power to be ador'd,
That men or angels e'er can raise.
Let heaven and earth unite their strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
4 But earth, nor heaven can e'er proclaim
The boundless glories of their King;
Yet must our hearts adore his name,
Dear name, whence all our blessings spring! Resound, resound in joyful strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
5 How mean the tribute mortals pay,
How cold the heart, how faint the tongue! But, Lord, thy coronation day
Shall tune a more exalted song;
Resounding in immortal strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
6 He comes, he comes with triumph crown'd,
In dazzling robes of light array'd,
Faith views the splendour dawning round,
Earth's fairest lustre sinks in shade.
Resound, resound in joyful strains,
Jesus the King of Glory reigns!
296. C. M. The Coronation of Christ.
'ALL hail the power of Jesu's name!
Let angels prostrate fall:
• Written the 22d of September, 1761, the coronation of King George the Third.
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