Than the rich gems and polish'd gold 2 They first their own burnt-off'rings brought, 3 [Fresh blood, as conftant as the day, 4 [Their priesthood ran through fev'ral hands, 5 [Once, in the circuit of a year, 6 But Chrift, by his own pow'rful blood, Jefus, the King of glory, reigns 8 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's face : Give him, my foul, thy caufe to plead, HYMN CXLVI. Long Metre. Characters of Chrift borrowed from inanimate Things in Scripture. O, worship at Immanuel's feet, G% 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 The vallies blefs the rich perfume.] 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, II [Is he a way? He leads to God; 12 [Is he a door? I'll enter in : Be the pastures large and green ; 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. ? Th' indwelling majefty and pow'r ; I know the bright, the morning-ftar.] 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, 66 Light of the world, and Life of men;" 6 With tender pity in his heart, 7 At length, the Judge his throne afcends, 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 WIT And borrow all the names Of honour from his word. * Who pleads before his Fathers Nature nor art Can e'er fupply 2 In Jefus we behold His Father's glorious face, es the throne.] 3 The fov'reign King of kings, The Lord of lords high, Writes his own name upon "The Word of God," He rules the earth 4 Where promises and grace As lions roar And tear the prey. 5 But when for works of peace Light of the world, "And Life of men;" |