3 Thou didst create the stars of night: Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light— Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal’s painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee; When thou didst there yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death.
5 Now in the Father’s glory high, Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end!
216 L. M. His promises are yea and amen.
Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes, To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning sacrifice, For me, for all, is ever nigh.
2 Be thou my guard on peril’s brink; Be thou my guide through weal or woe; And teach me of thy cup to drink, And make me in thy faith to go.
3 For what is earthly change or loss? Thy promises are still my own: The feeblest frame may bear thy cross, The lowliest spirit share thy throne.
217 L. M. Let all the angels of God worship him. Heb. 1:6.
Thee we adore, O gracious Lord! We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, The heavens and all the powers therein:
3 The apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell the immortal song; The martyrs’ noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise.
4 Thee, holy, holy, holy King! Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing: Thus earth below, and heaven above, Resound thy glory and thy love.
218 L. M. He hath the keys of hell and of death. Rev. 1:18.
Hail to the Prince of Life and Peace, Who holds the keys of death and hell; The spacious world unseen is his, The sovereign power becomes him well.
2 In shame and anguish once he died; But now he lives for ever more; Bow down, you saints, around his seat, And all you angel bands adore.
3 Live, 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 keys, Guided by wisdom and by love; Worthy to rule our mortal lives, O’er worlds below and worlds above.
5 For ever reign, victorious King! Wide through the earth thy name be known; And call our longing souls to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne.
219 L. M. My Redeemer liveth. Job 19:25.
I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives, he lives who once was dead, He lives, my ever-living Head!
2 He lives to bless me with his love, He lives to plead for me above, He lives my hungry soul to feed, He lives to bless in time of need.
3 He lives to grant me rich supply, He lives to guide me with his eye, He lives to comfort me when faint, He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
4 He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend, He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing, He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!
5 He lives, and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives my mansion to prepare, He lives to bring me safely there.
6 He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same! O the sweet joy this sentence gives— I know that my Redeemer lives!
220 L. M. No other name. Acts 4:12.
Jesus, the spring of joys divine, Whence all our hopes and comforts flow: Jesus, no other name but thine Can save us from eternal woe.
2 In vain would boasting reason find Thy way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a dubious road.
3 No other name will heaven approve; Thou art the true, the living way, Ordained by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day.
4 Here let our constant feet abide, Nor from the heavenly path depart; O let thy Spirit, gracious Guide! Direct our steps, and cheer our heart.
5 Safe lead us through this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains— The regions of unclouded light Where perfect joy for ever reigns.
221 L. M. Excellency of the knowledge of Christ.
Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And stored the blessings in thy word.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well thy blesséd truths agree! How wise and holy thy commands! Thy promises, how firm they be! How firm our hope and comfort stands!
4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I’d call them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart.