4 In Thy death is all my trust ;
I have Thee my refuge made
And when once consign'd to dust,
In the tomb my body's laid,
Then, with saved souls above,
I will praise Thy dying love.
EE, Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Within the veil appear;
In robes of mystic meaning drest,
Presenting Israel's prayer!
2 With the atoning blood he stands,
Before the mercy seat;
And clouds of incense from his hands
Arise with odour sweet.
3 Through him the eye of faith espies
A greater Priest than he;
Thus Jesus pleads above the skies,
For all whom grace makes free.
4 The blood which as a Priest, He bears
For sinners, is His own;
The incense of His prayers and tears
Perfume the holy throne.
5 In Him my weary soul has rest,
Though I am weak and vile,
I read my name upon His breast,
And see my Father smile!
ANGELIC messenger, repeat
Those joyful sounds once more;
For sure no accents half so sweet,
E'er reach'd my ears before.
2 Glad tidings from heaven I bring, Glad tidings to all upon earth; This day is Christ born to be King,
And Bethl'hem 's the place of His birth.
3 Sounds seraphic fill the air;
Angel bands assemble there:
Heav'n itself, come down to earth,
Celebrates the Saviour's birth.
COME, ye saints, look here and wonder,
See the place where Jesus lay;
He has burst His bands asunder;
He has borne our sins away.
Joyful tidings!
Yes, the Lord is ris'n to-day.
2 Jesus triumphs! sing ye praises:
By His death He overcame:
Thus the Lord His glory raises;
Thus He fills His foes with shame :
Sing ye praises!
Praises to the Victor's name.
3 Jesus triumphs! countless legions
Come from heav'n to meet their King:
Soon in yonder blessed regions,
They shall join His praise to sing.
Songs eternal
Shall through heaven's high arches ring.
BEFORE the day-star knew its place,
Or planets went their round,
The Church, in bonds of sov'reign grace,
Was one with Jesus found.
2 'Twas for His saints He tasted death;
All glory to His name;
Yet when He yields His dying breath,
With Him His saints o'ercame.
3 Since Jesus slept among the dead,
His saints have nought to fear;
For with their glorious suff'ring Head,
His members sojourned there.
4 When from the tomb we saw Him rise,
Triumphant o'er His foes:
He bore His members to the skies,
With Jesus they arose.
5 Great God! this union can't dissolve,
By which all things are ours;
Long as eternal years revolve,
Or Deity endures.
HE head that once was crown'd with thorns,
Is crown'd with glory now,
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heav'n affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,
And heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below;
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name, an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heaven.
3 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy to know
The myst❜ry of His love.
6 The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
AIL to the Prince of life and peace,
Who holds the keys of death and hell!
The spacious world unseen is His,
And sov'reign power becomes Him well.
2 In shame and torment once He died,
But now He lives for evermore:
Bow down, ye saints, before His face,
And all ye angel bands, adore.
8 So live for ever, glorious Lord
To crush Thy foes, and guard Thy friends;
While all Thy chosen tribes rejoice
That Thy dominion never ends.
4 Worthy Thy hand to hold the key,
Guided by wisdom, power, and love,
Worthy to rule with sov'reign sway,
O'er worlds below, and worlds above.
5 For ever reign victorious King;
Wide through the earth Thy name be known,
Soon, Lord, Thy happy bride shall sing
Sublimer praises on Thy throne.
E sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him, who died upon the cross;
The sinner's hope whom men deride;
For whom we count the world but loss.
2 Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, God is love!
He bears our sins upon the tree,
And brings us mercy from above.
3 The cross, it takes our guilt away;
It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens ev'ry bitter cup.
4 It makes the coward spirit brave,
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes all terror from the grave,
And gilds the bed of death with light.
5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love;
The sinner's refuge here below,
The angels' theme in heav'n above.
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