Offices of Christ prophetically described. Isa. xxix. 18, 24. xl. 45.
1 HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long!
Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
2 On him, the spirit largely pour'd, Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;
And on the eye, oppress'd with night, To pour celestial day.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace, T'enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And Heavens eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.
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Blessings of Grace to the Spiritual Citizen. Ps. xxiv. 1 THE earth is thine, Jehovah ;-thine Its peopled realms, and wealthy stores; Built on the flood, by power divine, The waves are ramparts to the shores.
2 But who shall reach thine holy place, Or who, O Lord, ascend thine hill? The pure in heart shall see thy face, The perfect man that doth thy will.
3 He who to bribes hath closed his hand, To idols never bent the knee,
Nor sworn in falsehood,-He shall stand Redeem'd, and own'd, and kept by Thee.
For the Dedication of a Place of Worship. Ps. lxxxvii. 5.
1 AND will the great eternal God On earth establish his abode ? And will he from his radiant throne
Regard our temples as his own?
2 These walls we to thy honour raise; Long may they echo with thy praise; And thou, descending, fill the place With choicest blessings of thy grace.
3 And in the great transcendant day, When God the nations shall survey, May it before the world appear, That crowds were born to glory, here.
The Types and Prophecies fulfilled in Christ.
1 Pet. i. 19. John i. 24.
1 BEHOLD the woman's promis'd Seed! Behold the great Messiah come! Behold the prophets all agreed To give him the superior room!
2 Abrah❜m, the saint, rejoic'd of old When visions of the Lord he saw ; Moses, the man of God, foretold This great Fulfiller of his law.
3 The types bore witness to his name, Obtain❜d their chief design and ceas'd; The incense, and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the priest.
4 Predictions in abundance meet, To join their blessings on his head; Jesus, we worship at thy feet, And nations own the promis'd seed.
Praise. Psa. lxxii. 18, 19. Isa. xliv. 23
1 SURE thy name is Wonderful
Counsellor, the mighty God, Whom the heavenly hosts adore, Praise we through the earth abroad.
2 Thou the Godhead bearing down To the sight of mortal man, Flesh in form, and God in power, Suited art to all thy plan.
3 Center'd in thy lovely face, Judgment, mercy, both appear; All the Father's honour meets, All his glory triumphs here.
4 Thou that Prophet art and King, Thou the Priest foretold to rise: Thou the sacrificer art,
Thou too art the sacrifice.
5 Lamb of God, that once was slain, Bleeding on the painful tree; Risen and ascended high We adore thy majesty,
6 Wonderful art thou in power, Wonderful art thou in love; Be thou all our theme below, Be thou all our heaven above.
1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone; Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies.
2 Another fleeting day is gone, Swift from the records of the year; And still, with each successive sun, Life's fading visions disappear.
3 Another fleeting day is gone, To join the fugitives before; And we, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, in time to wake no more.
4 Another fleeting day is gone: But soon a fairer day shall rise, A day whose never-setting sun Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies.
5 Another fleeting day is gone ; In solemn silence rest, my soul; Bow down before his awful throne, Who bids the morn and evening roll.
1 AWAKE, each soul! and with the sun The daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay the morning sacrifice.
2 By influence of the light divine Let our own light to others shine; Reflect all heaven's propitious rays, In ardent love and cheerful praise.
3 Lord! we our vows to thee renew, Scatter our sins as morning dew! Guard our first springs of thought and will, And with thyself our spirits fill.
4 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All we design, or do, or say;
That all our powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
5 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd us while we slept : Grant, Lord! when we from death awake, We may of endless life partake.
The Word made Flesh. John i. 14. 1 John i. 2.
1 MORTALS awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day.
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