Than the rich gems and polish'd gold
The fons of Aaron wore.

2 They first their own burnt-off'rings brought,
To purge themfelves from fin;
Thy life was pure without a spot,
And all thy nature clean.

3 [Fresh blood, as conftant as the day,
Was on their altar fpilt;
But thy one off'ring takes away,
For ever, all our guilt.]

4 [Their priesthood ran through fev'ral hands,
For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as thy days.]

5 [Once, in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the vail appears
Before the golden throne.

6 But Chrift, by his own pow'rful blood,
Afcends above the skies,
And, in the prefence of our God,
Shews his own facrifice.]

Jefus, the King of glory, reigns
On Zion's heav'nly hill;
Looks like a Lamb that has been flain,
And wears his priesthood still.

8 He ever lives to intercede

Before his Father's face :

Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.

HYMN CXLVI. Long Metre. Characters of Chrift borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture.

O, worship at Immanuel's feet,

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See in his face what wonders meet!

Earth is too narrow to exprefs

His worth, his glory, or his grace.] 2 [The whole creation can afford But fome faint fhadows of my Lord; Nature, to make his beauties known, Muft mingle colours not her own.] 3 [Is he compar'd to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our fouls would thus be fed : That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.] 4 [Is he a tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves : That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.]

5 [Is he a rofe? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields:
Or if the lily he affume,

The vallies blefs the rich perfume.]
6 [Is he a vine? His heav'nly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit :
O let a lafting union join

My foul to Chrift, the living vine !] 7 [Is he a head? Each member lives, And owns the vital pow'rs he gives; The faints below, and faints above, Join'd by his fpirit and his love.] 8 [Is he a fountain? There I bathe, And heal the plague of fin and death : Thefe waters all my foul renew, And cleanse my spotted garments too.] 9 [Is he a fire? He'll purge my drofs; But the true gold fuftains no lofs;

Like a refiner, shall he fit,

And tread the refufe with his feet.] 10 [Is he a rock? How firm he proves! The Rock of Ages never moves;

Yet the sweet ftreams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the defert through.]

II [Is he a way? He leads to God;
The path is drawn in lines of blood ;
There would I walk, with hope and zeal,
Till I arrive at Zion's hill.]

12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in :

Be the pastures large and green ;
A paradife divinely fair;

None but the sheep have freedom there.]

13 [Is he defign'd a corner-ftonę,

For men to build their heav'n upon I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below.] 34 [Is he a temple? I adore.

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Th' indwelling majefty and pow'r ;
And ftill to his moft holy place,
Whene'er I pray, I'll turn my face.]
15 [Is he a ftar? He breaks the night,
Piercing the fhades with dawning light;
I know his glories from afar,

I know the bright, the morning-ftar.]
36 [Is he a fun? His beams are grace,
His courfe is joy and righteousness :
Nations rejoice, when he appears

To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. 37 O let me climb thofe higher skies, Where ftorms and darknefs never rife! There he difplays his pow'rs abroad, And fhines and reigns th' Incarnate God.] 18 Nor earth, nor feas, nor fun, nor ftars, Nor heav'n, his full refemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face,

Writes his own name upon his

He wears a garment dipp'd in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can ther melt nor move,
The Lamb refents 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 affumes!

66 Light of the world, and Life of men;"
Nor bears thofe 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 afcends,
Divides the rebels from his friends,

And faints in full fruition prove

His rich variety of love.

HYMN CXLVIII. Particular Metre.

The fame as the 148th Pfalm.

7ITH cheerful voice I fing
The titles of my Lord,

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And borrow all the names

Of honour from his word.

* Who pleads before his Fathers

Nature nor art

Can e'er fupply
Sufficient forms
Of majesty.

2 In Jefus we behold

His Father's glorious face,
Shining for ever bright
With mild and lovely rays.
Th' eternal God's

es the throne.]

3 The fov'reign King of kings,

The Lord of lords

high,

Writes his own name upon
His garment and his thigh.
His name is call'd

"The Word of God,"

He rules the earth
With iron rod.

4 Where promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move,
The angry Lamb refents
The inj'ries of his love;
Awakes his wrath
Without delay,

As lions roar

And tear the prey.

5 But when for works of peace
The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,
What titles he affumes !

Light of the world,

"And Life of men;"