2 He who for men their Surety stood,
And pour'd on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye:
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part:
He sympathises with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.
Thine God!
Who would not fear Thy name?
Jesus, how sweet Thy graces are!
Who would not love the Lamb?
2 He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell He freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.
3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd;
But IIis own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.
4 When through the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to His flesh,
And calls it living bread.
5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,
Yet never reach'd the place;
But Christ shall bring His followers home, To see His Father's face.
6 Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
1 John ii. 1. 8.8.8.6. ELLIOTT'S SEL. THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And fainting I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me.
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say Thou hast wash'd them all away;
O say Thou plead'st for me.
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepar'd,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought, free reward,
A golden harp for me.
7 "Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And form'd by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears,
No other name but Thine.
HAIL, Thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through Thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid;
By almighty Love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made for man with God.
3 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide :
All the heavenly host adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading,
There Thou dost our place prepare ;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give :
Help, ye bright, angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
John iii. 14, 15. C. M. WATTS.
1 NO did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high,
The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.
2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
"And live," the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,
High in the heavens He reigns:
Here sinners by th' old serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.
Heb. x. 4-10. S. M.
OT all the blood of beasts,
Non Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While, like a penitent, I stand,
And there confess my sin.
My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.
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