Here all the perfections of Deity shine. Love, wisdom, and power, and goodness divine; His justice and grace receive honour thereby, And all for the lifting of Jesus on high. When first the great project to angels was known, They hailed Him, in songs, as the Lamb on His throne; The concave of Heaven resounds with their cry, God-man Mediator, they lift Him on hgh. All things for His sake did Jehovah prepare, For of Him and to Him and through Him they are, All systems and worlds that revolve in the sky, Were made for the lifting of Jesus on high. Set up the Head of His mystical frame, He honoured the records of fate with His name; And nothing was wanting which God could supply, To aid the uplifting of Jesus on high. When man was created, what wisdom we see, When Adam to eat of the fruit was inclin'd, From hence it appears, He made nothing in vain, For Adam, thus form'd, was a link in the chain; In him 'twas decreed, that Christ's members should die, And all for the lifting of Jesus on high. Here Satan was vanquish'd in what he had done, The fall wrought the channel where mercy should run, In streams of salvation which never run dry, And all for the lifting of Jesus on high The law that was giv'n on Sinai of old, Which did in the womb of eternity lie, In fulness of time he came under the law, He slept in the tomb till the morning arose That signed his release, and confounded his. foes; Then, bursting its bars, He ascended the sky, To reign in his glory eternal on high. "Twas not from the creature salvation took place, The whole was of God, to the praise of his grace; And all to his g'ory shall tend by and by, And accomplish the lifting of Jesus on high. His wisdom contrived the adorable plan, Grace, mercy, and peace, and good will towards man; The great Three-in-One did the same ratify, And all for the lifting of Jesus on high. THANKSGIVING. Rev. 1, 5, 6. O LAMB of God! thou by thy pangs, Amen, Amen, Saviour, Amen, Psalm cxlvii. 1. OH 'Tis pleasant to sing The sweet praise of our King, When we stand on the hill, And give thanks to our Saviour above. Long Metre. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Four Lines. 7's. SING we to our God above As the old 104th. O FATHER of heaven, Common Metre. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, THE END. |