3 A sufferer once, He yet retains
A brother feeling for our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.
4 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
With sympathy beholds our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And supplicate His heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.
EDEEMER, now Thy work is done!
Death owns Thy power, the prize is won!
And now once more we see Thee rise,
Returning to Thy native skies.
2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat,
And earth lies stretch'd beneath Thy feet;
While myriads, in their bright array,
Attend Thee homeward on Thy way.
3 Beside the everlasting gates
The angel-host enraptur'd waits:
He comes, He comes, and God's high Throne
Receives at length the Holy One.
4 There, Jesu, Thou hast never ceas'd
To be our Friend, our great High-Priest,
Pleading in our behalf Thy Blood,
That holy, reconciling flood.
5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride, With Thy free Spirit's gifts supplied,
Through all her members, draws from Thee Her hidden life of sanctity.
ESUS, in Thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems, and polished gold,
The sons of Aaron wore.
2 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not their own,
Did they within the veil appear,
Before the golden throne.
3 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,
Ascends above the skies,
And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice.
4 He ever lives, to intercede
Before His Father's face;
For us, O Lord, in mercy plead,
And fill us with Thy grace!
TAND up, my soul, thy fears dismiss,
And gird the Gospel armour on ;
March to the gates of endless bliss,-
Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins thy foes may be,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Saviour nailed them to the tree,
And sung the triumph when He rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy and palms are won, And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 A starry crown shall be my prize,
Triumphant through Almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
YOME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire :
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
2 Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love;
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.
3 Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide no ill can come ;
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee of both to be but one;
4 That through the ages all along
This may be our endless song;
All praise to Thy eternal merit,
To Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
UR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us on earth to dwell.
2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;
All-powerful as the wind He came,
And all as viewless, too.
3 He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to fix his rest.
4 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each fault, that calms each fear
And speaks to us of heaven.
5 And every grace our souls possess,
All good that we have known;
And every thought of holiness,
Are His and His alone.
PIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day
To Thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.
2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim,
With fervour in our own.
3 We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace Thy will,
In Scripture's sacred lore.
4 Though tongues shall cease and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,
Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay
With faith, with hope, with love.
THEN first the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
A voice from heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.
2 Nor doth the outward ear alone
At that high warning start;
Conscience gives back th' appalling tone;
"Tis echoed in the heart.
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