Glorying in the Atonement.
1 GLORY be to God on high,
Who hath brought the guilty nigh,
Through the true atoning blood,
Of the precious Lamb of God.
2 Glory be to Christ on high,
Who for sinners came to die,
All Jehovah's wrath endured,
Life to guilty man secured.
3 Now the law's demands are paid,
All its precepts Christ obeyed:
Glory to redeeming grace,
Shining in Immanuel's face.
4 Glory to the sacred THREE,
Who are One, and all agree
In their record of the Son,
Who hath Satan's power outdone.
10 ISRAEL, blest beyond compare !
Unrivalled all thy glories are ;
Jehovah deigns to fill thy throne,
And calls thine interest all his own.
2 He is thy Saviour; he thy Lord;
His shield is thine; and thine his sword:
Review, in ecstacy of thought,
The grand redemption he has wrought.
3 From Satan's yoke he sets thee free,
Opens thy passage through the sea;
He through the desert is thy guide,
And heaven for Canaan will provide.
4 Not Jacob's sons of old could boast,
Such favours to their chosen host;
Their glories, which through ages shine,
Are but dim shades and types of thine.
5 Eternal Spirit! teach our tongue
Sublimer strains than Moses sung,
Proportioned to the sweeter name
Of God the Saviour, and the Lamb.
Redemption proclaimed.
1 HARK ! in the wilderness a cry,
It shakes the mountains, rends the earth;
The King appears, behold him nigh,
The God by nature, man by birth.
2 Run to and fro, ye heralds run,
Proclaim aloud, "Prepare the way!"
Redemption's glorious work's begun,
And who his potent arm shall stay?
3 Make straight the path before his feet,
And every obstacle remove;
Drop down, ye hills, your cumb'rous weight,
And bow before Redeeming Love.
4 Mountains of unbelief and sin
Before him crumble into dust,
Thy trembling heart shall then begin
The great Redeemer's work to trust.
"I COME," the great Redeemer cries, "A year of freedom to declare,
"From debts and bondage to discharge; "Which grace, both Jews and Greeks shall share. 2 "A day of vengeance I proclaim, "A storm of mighty wrath shall fall "On me its thunders shall descend,
My strength alone shall bear them all."
3 Stupendous favour! matchless grace!
Jesus has died, that we might live :
Not worlds below, nor worlds above,
Could so divine a ransoin give.
4 To him, who loved our ruined race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let songs of joyful praises rise
Sublime, eternal as his throne.
Christ our Redeemer.
I KNOW that my Redeemer lives :”
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives! He lives! who once was dead,
He lives, my ever living head.
2 He lives, and loves me to the end,
He lives, on whom my hopes depend;
He lives, and while he lives I'll sing,
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
3 He lives, to silence all my fears ;
He lives, to wipe away my tears;
He lives, to calm my troubled heart,
He lives, all blessings to impart.
4 He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death
He lives, my mansion to prepare ;
He lives, to bring me safely there.
5 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus still the same!
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
"I know that my Redeemer lives."
OF him, of Christ, th' eternal Word,
Of him, the self-existent Lord,
Are all things great and small;
By him the worlds at first were made,
And he by his almighty aid,
Upholds, maintains them all.
2 By him, his people's living Head,
His church was raised from the dead,
In trespasses and sins:
By him they were redeemed to God
And washed in his most precious blood,
Anew their life begins.
3 To him, the first, the last, the end,
Let constant praises here ascend,
From all that know his name:
Ye favoured saints, ye angels bright,
Shew forth his glory and his might,
For evermore, Amen.
REDEEMED from sin, and death, and hell,
Redeemed to God, with God to dwell;
Redemption is that precious theme,
Which all the saints of God esteem.
2 How much did God his people prize,
Who made his Son the sacrifice;
How near we lay the Saviour's heart,
Who groaned beneath such bitter smart.
3 How precious is Immanuel's blood,
Which flowed a sin-atoning flood;
How precious is our Jesus' name,
Who took our nature, bore our shame.
4 Yes, we must sure that Saviour love,
Who in our hearts redemption prove;
Redemption is the only way
In which we can the Lord obey. 162. Wonders of Redemption. 1 PROCLAIM inimitable love!
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay!
2 He that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans:
The Prince of Life resigns his breath-
The King of Glory bows to death.
3 But see the wonders of his power!
He triumphs in his dying hour!
And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dashed the rising hopes of hell:
4 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drowned in Jesus' blood;
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.
Finished Redemption.
1 HARK! the voice of Love and Mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth and veils the sky! "It is finished!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 It is finished! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford ! Heavenly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord, It is finished!
Saints the dying words record.
3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law !
Finished all that God had promised,
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finished!
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps, anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
Saints on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name :
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 164. Glories of Redemption. 1 ON Zion's sacred mount I saw
The Lamb, for sinners slain;
His church, redeemed from endless woe,
Composed his glorious train.
2 This virgin throng, beloved of God,
All stood around him there,
With garments, washed in his own blood,
Divinely bright and fair.
3 I strove this blood-bought host to count,
Thus to my sight revealed;
And found at last, their full amount,
'Twas all that God had sealed.
4 They sung a song, for ever new ;
And none could learn the same,
But blood-redeemed sinners, who
From tribulation came.
Glorying in the Cross.
1 WE sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope let men deride,
For this, we count the world but loss.
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