2 Thou art my rock and refuge too,
My hiding-place when foes pursue;
My sun, my shield, my tower strong;
My only theme in ev'ry song.
3 Thou art the prize to which I press,
My wisdom and my righteousness;
My surety, bound my debts to pay;
My light, my life, my love, my way.
4 My advocate before the throne;
My stable base, my corner stone;
My anchor sure, when storms arise ;
My bread descending from the skies.
5 Thou art my peace amidst the din
Of horrid war 'twixt grace and sin;
My pilot wise, to guide my way,
In safety o'er life's troubled sea.
1 Now to the Lord a noble song Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue! Hosanna to th' eternal Name,
And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesu's face, The brightest image of his grace : God, in the person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God,
And thy rich glories, from afar,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star.
4 But in his looks a glory stands,:
The noblest labour of thine hands
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
5 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme!..
My thoughts rejoice at Jesu's name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound!
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.
what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav'nly grace!
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see
What forms of love
He bears for me.
Array'd in mortal flesh,
He as an Angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands:
Commission'd from
His Father's throne
To make his grace
To mortals known.
4 Great Prophet of my God!
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news
Of sins forgiv❜n,
Of hell subdued,
And peace with heav'n.
Be thou my Counsellor,
My Guardian, and my Guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side.
Oh let myfeet
Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek
The crooked way!
I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears
The tender lambs.
To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul
At freedom set!
My surety paid
The dreadful debt.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His pow'rful blood
Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the throne.
My Advocate appears
For my defence on high,
my ransom hears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell
Or sin can say
Shall turn his heart,
His love away.
10 My dear Almighty Lord,
My conq'ror and my King,
Thy sceptre, and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing.
Thine is the power;
Behold I sit
In willing bonds
Before thy feet.
11 Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint
Shall win the day,
Though death and hell
Obstruct the way.
12 Should all the hosts of death,
And pow'rs of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,-
I shall be safe,
For Christ displays
Superior pow'r
And sov'reign grace.
1 JESUS the plant of old renown'd, Whose sacred leaves are healing found; Throughout the world we'll tell of thee, For thou art Life's fair Healing Tree. 2 Ye sin-sick souls, to Jesus go,
With all your weight of sin and woe; Tho' cover'd o'er with lep'rous sores, "Tis but to touch, and life is your's. 3 The curse, that Adam once entail'd, Is by its sov'reign virtue heal'd; Sin's rankling venom, black as hell, The blood of Jesus can expel.
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