3 The names of all his saints he bears Deep graven on his heart; Nor shall the weakest Christian say That he has lost his part.
4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Have moldered down to dust.
5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy loved name be worn— A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.
236 C. M. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. 5:12.
Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father’s throne; Prepare new honors for his name, And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odors sweet, And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head!
4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.
237 C. M. Christ—all in all.
Infinite excellence is thine, Thou lovely Prince of Grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners from earth’s remotest end Come bending at thy feet; To thee their prayers and praise ascend, In thee their wishes meet.
3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, Delights the church around; Sweetly the sacred odors spread, And purest joys abound.
4 Millions of happy spirits live On thy exhaustless store; From thee they all their bliss receive, And still thou givest more.
5 Thou art their triumph and their joy; They find their all in thee; Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity.
238 C. M. He died for our sins. 1 Cor. 15:3.
Jesus, in thy transporting name What blissful glories rise! Jesus, the angels’ sweetest theme— The wonder of the skies!
2 Well might the skies with wonder view A love so strange as thine! No thought of angels ever knew Compassion so divine!
3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky To bear our sins and woes? And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die, For vile rebellious foes?
4 Victorious love! can language tell The wonders of thy power, Which conquered all the force of hell In that tremendous hour!
5 What glad return can I impart For favors so divine? O take this heart, this worthless heart, And make it only thine!
239 C. M. The Name above every name.
The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around.
2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich profusion flow; For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe.
3 Th’ almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed, with wondering eyes, And hailed th’ incarnate God.
4 O the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine; I can not wish for more.
5 On thee, alone, my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all.
240 C. M. He suffered, the Just for the unjust. 1 Pet. 3:18.
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God’s own son was crucified For man the creature’s sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away; ’Tis all that I can do.
241 C. M. Remember me.
Jesus, thou art the sinner’s friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord, remember me!
2 Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary; Remember all thy promises, And then remember me.
3 Thou mighty Advocate with God! I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, O Lord, remember me!
4 I own I’m guilty—own I’m vile; Yet thy salvation’s free; Then, in thy all-abounding grace, O Lord, remember me!
5 Howe’er forsaken or distressed, Howe’er oppressed I be, Howe’er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me!
6 And when I close my eyes in death, And creature helps all flee, Then, O my great Redeemer, Lord, I pray, remember me!
242 C. M. An unchangeable priesthood. Heb. 7:24.
Jesus, in thee our eyes behold A thousand glories more Than the rich gems and polished gold The sons of Aaron wore.