He sprinkles with his blood,
The mercy-seat above;
For Justice had withstood,
The purposes of Love:
But Justice now objects no more,
And Mercy yields her boundless store.
No temple made with hands,
His place of service is ;
In heav'n itself he stands;
An heav'nly priesthood his :
In him the shadows of the law
Are all fulfill'd, and now withdraw.
And though awhile he be,
Hid from the eyes of men;
His people look to see,
Their great High Priest again :
In brightest glory he will come,
And take his waiting people home.
HYMN XLIX.
Christ, a King. John xix. 3.
JESUS, we hail thee Israel's King!
And now to thee our tribute bring;
Nor do we fear to bow the knee,
They worship God, who worship thee.
Hail, Israel's King, enthron'd in light!
Whose glory never shone more bright-
Than when, by trembling friends betray'd,
Thy foes insulting homage paid.
Then did admiring angels see
Divine forbearance, Lord, in thee;
With emphasis pronounc'd thee good,
And heav'n and earth contrasted stood.
An object of contempt beneath,
And judg'd by men to suffer death;
By angels own'd-admir'd-ador'á :
The great-the everlasting Lord!
Reign, mighty King, for ever reign!
Thy cause throughout the world maintain,
Let Israel's King his triumphs spread!
And crowns of glory wreathe his head!
Christ, a Prophet. John vi. 14.
"THIS is of a truth the Prophet," Promis'd to the church of old; Proofs I see sufficient of it,
Jesus is that one foretold;
He whom all are call'd to hear;
He whom all are bound to fear.
All who hear him not shall perish,
'Tis the purpose of the Lord;
Vain the hope that many cherish,
While unmindful of his word :
One decree there is for all,
They who hear him not must fall.
Glorious Prophet, long expected,
Come to bless the church at last;
May we go, by thee directed,
Till our pilgrimage is past!
Then from sin and sorrow free,
Dwell eternally with thee.
Then he said unto them, O fools, and slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken. Luke xxiv. 25.
O FOOLS and backward to believe,
What God by all his prophets said!
That Christ a suffering life should live,
And then be number'd with the dead.
Why are ye pensive thus, and sad ?
Why, like to men astonish'd, flee?
Why now resign the hopes you had,
That Jesus should the Saviour be?
Go search the prophets and the law,
And find the true Messiah there:
Then meditate on all ye saw,
So shall the joyful truth appear.
But see, he comes! the very same
Who lately hung on yonder tree :
Ye can no more resist his claim;
Behoud his wounds! they prove 'tis he.
Till the appointed hour arriv'd,
He lay a pris'ner in the grave;
(Death could no more,) he then reviv'd,
And now he lives, and lives to save.
All hail, victorious Lord, all hail!
Thy people's life, thy people's joy!
Thy love to them shall never fail;
Thy praise shall all their thoughts employ.
Moses and the Lamb. ne qy blow off
HOW strong thine arm is, mighty God,
Who would not fear thy name!
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are,
Who would not love the Lamb!
He hath done more than Moses did,
Our prophet and our king;
From wrath and hell our souls he freed,
And taught our lips to sing.
In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd;
Our Jesus' blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.
When through the desert Israel went,
With manna they were fed
Our Lord invites us to himself,
The true, the living bread.
Moses beheld the promis'd land,
But never reach'd the place;
But Christ shall bring his children home,
To see their Father's face.
Then shall our hearts with joy o'erflow,
And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song,
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Behold upon the mountains, the feet ofhim that bringeth
good tidings. Nahum i. 15.
SEE, he comes upon the mountains,
Bringing news of heav'nly birth!
Mercy opens all her fountains,
And directs the streams to earth:
This is news to cheer the sad :
This is news to make us glad.
Sing of mercy, sing with gladness;
Let the theme our tongues employ;
Talk no more of gloom and sadness:
Mercy is a theme of joy:
They, we're sure, who know not this,
Do not know what mercy is.
But for this delightful subject,
What a waste the earth would seem!
Mercy now on ev'ry object,
Seems to shed a cheerful beam:
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