9 In Christ, each promise, with its seal, 10 Hence to our God our songs we raise ; HYMN 399. P. M. BEHOLD the servant of the Lord, With might and special grace! 2 But one elect above the rest, Chosen to be our great High Priest; To bear our names on high; To offer up his glorious prize, His one beloved sacrifice, "Man crown'd with victory. 3 Well might the soul of God rejoice, For here mankind being gather'd home, Man's spirit, sav'ring strong of earth, The Spirit pour'd on Christ declares Mankind his brethren, friends, and heirs ; Who are with him to shine. 5 What doth the heav'nly vision mean? Nay, to the Gentiles, Christ brings forth 6 And thus the bruised reed's not broke, Nor quench'd the flax, its dying smoke; For Aaron's precious oil, Pour'd on the head, did straight descend O'er head and garments, to the end That ev'ry part might smile. 7 What though on some it falls unknown, Unconscious of the rich perfume, Which spreads its odours round? Yet that the senses don't receive What gladdens such who do believe, Is all the diff'rence found. HYMN 400. L. M. JESUS, he is the Vine most true; 2 When he became the Branch of sin, The fruitless Bud of man's offence; The Father's hand did purge him clean, And took the evil branch from thence. 3 Since, then, in him no sin remains, 4 He also was the Branch that bare 5 In him, the Father was well-pleas'd, 6 God spake the word, that made us clean; THE way of safety's found, The way of righteousness : Where Christ with pow'r and glory crown'd, Did all our griefs redress. 2 Jesus, the living way, Descended from on high : To be our path to endless day, 3 No unclean thing can tread O glorious glorious way, In thee we cannot err : In thee no snares our feet betray, 5 No lion is there here, No rav'ning beast of prey; To strike the traveller with fear, Who walketh in this way. 6 With everlasting joy, Come, sons of Zion, come; Sorrows shall not again annoy The souls to Christ brought home. 7 In thee our great High Priest, By suff'ring death made pure; In thee we see the way to rest, And feel our bliss secure. HYMN 402. C. M. WHAT joy or honour could we have, We all unclean and base, 2 What boasted work, what fairest thing 3 Who is so rich, so pure, so just, That his best plea and self-defence Ec Who, who has ever found a way Into the holy place, By any door than one, Christ's wounds, and his free grace ? 5 We know the Shepherd's heart, who left And through the desart anxious went, 6 1 The righteousness that comes by blood, Still on those wounds our souls would hang, ONE God there is, which God is ours, 2 This God beheld our fallen race, 3 Mankind he gathered into one, 4. The Father, Word, and Spirit shone In him the Godhead's fulness dwelt, |