2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought To purge themselves from sin: Thy life was pure, without a spot, And all thy nature clean.
3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altar spilt; But thy one offering takes away For ever all our guilt.
4 Their priesthood ran through several hands, For mortal was their race; Thy never-changing office stands Eternal as thy days.
5 Once, in the circuit of a year, With blood, but not his own, Aaron with the vail appeared Before the golden throne;
6 But Christ, with his own precious blood, Ascends above the skies, And in the presence of our God Shows his own sacrifice.
7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns On Zion’s holy hill; Looks like a lamb that had been slain, And wears his priesthood still.
8 He ever lives in heaven to plead The cause which cost his blood, And saves unto the utmost those Who by him come to God.
243 C. M. He is Lord of all. Acts 10:36.
Hosanna to our conquering King! All hail incarnate Love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait To crown thy head above.
2 Thy victories and thy deathless fame Through all the world shall run, And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won.
244 C. M. Grace is poured into thy lips. Psalm 45:2.
O Jesus! King most wonderful! Thou Conqueror renowned! Thou Sweetness most ineffable! In whom all joys are found.
2 May every heart confess thy name, And ever thee adore; And seeking thee, itself inflame To seek thee more and more.
3 Thee may our tongues for ever bless, Thee may we love alone; And ever in our lives express The image of thine own.
245 C. M. Rise, Lord, let thine enemies be scattered. Num. 10:35.
Jesus, immortal King! arise, Assert thy rightful sway, Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings, And distant lands obey.
2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror! ride, Till all thy foes submit, And all the powers of hell resign Their trophies at thy feet.
3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly The spacious earth around, Till every soul beneath the sun Shall hear the joyful sound.
4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored! And earth, with all her millions, shout Hosannas to the Lord.
246 C. M. The shadow of a great rock, etc. Isaiah 32:2.
He who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains, Now seated on th’ eternal throne, The Lord of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide With sure, unerring skill, And countless worlds, extended wide, Obey his sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise In yonder worlds above, His saints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love.
4 This land through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry; But streams of grace from him o’erflow, Their thirst to satisfy.
5 When troubles, like a burning sun, Beat heavy on their head, To this high Rock for rest they run, And find a pleasing shade.
6 How glorious he, how happy they In such a generous friend, Whose love secures them all the way, And crowns them at the end.
247 C. M. Ye are complete in him. Col. 2:10.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer’s ear; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear!
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; ’Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
3 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child.
4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I’ll praise thee as I ought.
6 Till then, I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death!
248 C. M. The true and living Way.
Thou art the Way—to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the Truth—thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life—the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow.
249 C. M. Blessed are all they, etc. Psalm 2:12.
My Saviour! my almighty Friend! When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end— The numbers of thy grace?