93 1E The Divinity and Humanity of Christ. L. M. ORE the blue heavens were stretched abroad, With God he was; the Word was God, And must divinely be adored. 2 By his own power were all things made, And angels fly at his command. 3 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms, The Word descends and dwells in clay, 4 Mortals with joy beheld his face, When through his eyes the Godhead shone! 5 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new mysteries here, and tell The love of our descending God, 94 1 The glories of Immanuel. Christ's Mission attested. EHOLD, the blind their sight receive! And seal the mission of the Son; 3 He dies!-the heavens in mourning stood! Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence and for ever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. 95 Healing Mercy. [ESUS, and didst thou condescend, Watts. L. M. Waits. C. M. To heal the sick, the lame, the blind, 2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry, 3 And didst thou pity mortal wo, I perish, Lord,-oh save my soul, 96 1 Repentance at the Cross. LAS! and did my Saviour bleed? Would he devote that sacred head, 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away— 'Tis all that I can do. 97 Redemption Finished. ARK! the voice of love and mercy See! it rends the rocks asunder- "It is finished!"— Hear the dying Saviour cry. Bradley. C. M. Watts. 8. 7. 4. 2 "It is finished !"-oh, what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. Glory to the bleeding Lamb. Evans. 98 Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation. Isa. liii. 6, &c. S. M. 1 IKE sheep we went astray, Each wand'ring in a different way, 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour, Upon the Shepherd's head! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 His honor and his breath Were taken both away; Joined with the wicked in his death, 5 But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed 6 "I'll give him," saith the Lord, 99 1 Christ our Example in Suffering. 10 to dark Gethsemane, Go Ye who feel the tempter's power: Watts. 78. Turn not from his griefs away; View the Lord of life arraigned: Oh the pangs his soul sustained! 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they lay his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; Who hath taken him away? Christ is risen !-he seeks the skies; 100 1 1I A Look from the Cross. Montgomery. C. M. SAW One hanging on a tree, Who fixed his languid eyes on me, As near the cross I stood. 2 Sure never, till my latest breath, It seemed to charge me with his death, 3 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 4 A second look he gave, which said- This blood is for thy ransom paid, 5 Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. Newton. L. M. 101 Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, &c. 1 Cor. i. 30. 1 BURIED in shadows of the night, We lie till Christ restores the light; 2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, "The Lord our righteousness." 3 Our very frame is mixed with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. 102 1 Salvation by Grace. Tit. iii. 3—7. 1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults, 2 But, O my soul, for ever praise, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God 5 'Tis through the purchase of His death Watts. C. M. |