In him our life, our all, is found;

Than sin, his grace did more abound,
Reveal'd when he was slain.

5

How rich the love, dear God, that we
Should be belov'd, belov'd by thee,
And sav'd from all our shame :
With joy, we'll praise thee till we die,
And after death eternally

Adore thy balmy name.

HYMN 141. L. M.

ERE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad,
From everlasting was the word:

With God he was; the word was God,
And must divinely be ador'd.

2

By his own pow'r were all things made,
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at his command.

3

Ere sin was born, or satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars
Thy generation who can tell,
Or count the number of thy years?

4

But lo, he leaves those heav'nly forms!
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.

5

Mortals with joy behold his face,

Th' eternal Father's only Son

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How full of truth! how full of grace!

When through his eyes the Godhead shone !

6

Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new myst'ries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.

HYMN 142. C. M.

AWAKE, our souls, and bless his Name,
Whose mercies never fail ;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.

2

Behold the portal wide display'd,
The building strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3

Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door ;
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

4

O, may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,

All trav❜ling through one beauteous gate
To one eternal home!

HYMN 143. C. M.

HAIL! high, exalted, righteous man,
First of the ways of God !
Whose work of love in thee began,
As witness'd by thy blood.

2

Before the sons of God declar'd

With shouts their solemn joy ;

Or songs of morning stars were heard,
As pure without alloy :

3

Thy early day proclaim'd thee then,
The first born child of grace :
Great representative of men,
Before the Father's face.

4

The Great Invisible we see
In thee, and thee alone :
To men, and angels out of thee,
The Godhead is unknown.

5

God's noble works shine in thy face,
Thou his infinite thought;
Creation, providence, and grace,
In thee, decreed and wrought.

HYMN 144. C. M.

WHAT saving pow'r, what grace divine,
To Jesus doth belong!
Jesus, the most delightful theme
Of each believer's song.

2

'Tis the divine prerogative

Of him, whom we adore, Pardon and endless life to give, To souls condemn'd before.

3

His miracles, his pow'r proclaim;
His grace in them express'd,
Invites the weak and helpless soul
Beneath his care to rest.

4

"Be of good cheer," the Saviour cries, "Behold thy sins forgiv'n;"

And strait the pardon ratifies,
And seals our peace with heav'n.

5

Sinners with pleasing wonder hear
Salvation's joyful sound!

While hope and love their breasts inspire,
His praises they resound.

"TIS not of him that weeps and prays The gift of God is free;

'Tis Jesus' prayer, his groans and cries, Which shall accepted be.

2

'Tis through his death, and off'ring up On the accursed wood,

That we are privileg❜d to sup

With him our Lord and God.

3

'Tis through his resurrection pow'r
We live the life of faith":

In his dear body, we are more
Than conqu❜rors over death.

4

When he ascended up on high,
Lo! we ascended then ;

He captive led captivity, .
Receiving gifts for men.

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5

Yea, for rebellious men he su❜d,

That God with them might dwell; And when his wounded form he shew'd, The spirit on them fell.

6

All praise to him, our God, our Friend,
Who finish'd all for us ;

We bless the love, which hath no end,
Revealed on the cross.

HYMN 146. C. M.

ALL fulness in the Lamb we view ;

To look beside him, loss:

He's only holy, just, and true;
All else is dung, and dross.

2

There dwells in him, as stain'd with blood,
Jehovah's pow'r and name;
Greatly, from everlasting, God,
Yea, when the slaughter'd Lamb.

3

In him we know the holy bride
All gather'd into one;

She looks out through his bleeding side,
With all her beauties on.

4

In him we see God's heav'n, our earth,
In perfect peace agree ;

This gives our one new man, its birth,
And sets our nature free.

5

His purg'd humanity is our's,

And in it now we prove,
A seat above the heav'nly pow'rs,

Fix'd in the Father's love.

6

New heav'ns, new earth, we now possess ;

Beulah, that blessed field,

Where dwells eternal righteousness;
And God's our sun, and shield.

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