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Lord we'll sing, the wondrous story
Of the Saviour's cross and shame;
Saints and angels
Rom. i. 16-Rom. v. 5. ASHAMED of Jesus !>can it be? A mortal man ashamed of thee! Scorned be the thought by rich and poor; O may I scorn it more and more! Ashamed of Jesus !-just as soon Let morning blush to own the Sun. Asham'd of JESUS ! sooner far Let evining blush to own a star. Ashamed of Jesus !-yes ; 'tis plain We love him not till born again; For all, by nature, scorn his ways, Oppose his truths and slight his grace. Ashamed of Jesus !- of that friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No! when I blush be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.
Ashamed of Jesus !-yes, I'may,
Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Acts, iv: 27 Prov. viii. 23-Ps. xviii, 50.
Jesus is the Lord's anointed,
Come, eternal life to bring;
Israel's prophet, priest and king;
Ere created thing existed'
Blessed in himself alone, Jesus was--and unassisted,
Made the world, by power his own; "Tis the building of his hands, And by Him upheld it stands..
This is He whom man despises,
He with whom the world contends, Till the light of heaven arises,
Then its opposition ends;
This is he, whom heaven confesses,
“King of Kings, and Lord of Lords;" They are blessed whom he blesses,
Sweet the joy his smile affords;
Is. xxviii. 16-I Pet ii. 14.
Behold the sure Foundation-stone,
Which God in Zion lays,
And his eternal praise !
Chosen of God, to singers dear,
And saints adore the Name :
Nor shall they suffer shame.
"Though foolish builders may despise,
And treat it with disdain ; Yet on this rock thy Church shall rise,
And foes shall rage in vain.
What if the powers of hell withstood,
Yet must the building rise : "Tis thy own work, Almighty God,
And wond'rous in our eyes !
HAIL thou once despised Jesus;
Hail thou Galilean king! Thou didst suffer to release us,
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail thou glorious God and Saviour,
Thou hast borne our sin and shame; By thy merits we find favour.
Life is granted thro' thy name.
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid ; By almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
Worship, honour, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises without ceasing
Meet it is for us to give.
Come, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; Help to chaunt the Saviour's merits,
Help to sing Immanuel's praise.
“King of kings and Lord of lords !" These are great and awful words; 'Tis to Jesus they belong, Let his people raise their song.
Hark, how angels sound his praise ! Filld with transport while they gaze : Glory, honour, praise, and power, These are thine for evermore.
Crown him then whom angels sing!