Christ the Root and Offspring of David....Rev. xxii. 16.
LL hail, thou great Immanuel!
Thy love, thy glory, who can tell?
Angels, and all the heav'nly host,
Are in the boundless prospect lost.
[2 Mortals, with reverential songs,
Take this dear name upon your tongues;
With holy fear attempt his praise,
In solemn, yet triumphant, lays.]
3 Among a thousand forms of love,
In which he shines and smiles above,
This with peculiar joy we view,
He's David's root and offspring too.
4 There Jesus, in the glorious plan,
Shines, the great God, the wond'rous man!
As God, the root of all our bliss,
As man, the branch of righteousness.
5 All hail, thou dear redeeming Lord!
All hail, thou co-essential word!
All hail, thou root and branch divine!
All hail, and be the glory thine!
138. L. M. Wheeler.
I am the Rose of Sharon....Cant. ii. 1.
EE, from the vineyard Jesus comes,
Bringing his spice and rich perfumes ;
When shades of night my eye-lids close,
Sweet is the smell of Sharon's Rose,
2 His beauty's white with lovely grace,
When thro' the garden him I trace;
'Tis by the sweet perfumes which flow
That I the Rose of Sharon know.
3 If him I trace to Calvary,
And see him hang, and bleed, and die,
I view the wound that open'd wide,
The Rose of Sharon's pierced side.
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4 Of matchless love my soul can tell ;
He hath redeem'd my soul from hell;
His wounds pour'd out a double flood-
The Rose of Sharon's red with blood.
5 When I am number'd with the dead,
And my remains in dust are laid;
My grave has no malignant air;
The Rose of Sharon rested there.
6 When the last trumpet loud shall sound,
And wake my dust beneath the ground,
I shall arise, rejoice to hear
The Rose of Sharon is so near.
Then shall I with my God ascend,
To dwell where pleasures never end;
Of Sharon's glories.I shall sing,
My Lord, my Saviour, and my King.
I am the Rose of Sharon....Cant. ii. 1.
N Sharon's lovely Rose,
Immortal beauties shine;
Its sweet, refreshing fragrance shows
Its origin divine.
How blooming and how fair!
O may my happy breast
This lovely Rose forever wear,
And be supremely blest!
140. 112th. Brackenbury's Col.
Samson.... Judges xvi. 26-30.
AMSON the theatre o'erthrew,
And thousands at his death he slew;
But lo! our Sampson from the skies,
A more triumphant conqu'ror dies;
A nobler victory obtains,
And heav'n for all his Israel gains.
2 He, by the pangs of death opprest,
With out-stretch'd hands the pillars wrest,
Compass'd with foes he bow'd his head....
For mercy, not for vengeance pray'd-
Utter'd his last expiring groan,
And pull'd th' infernal kingdom down.
3 The author dire of sin and death,
He slew by yielding up his breath;
The pow'rs of darkness he destroy'd,
And made their hellish boastings void;
Dy'd with Philistians-but arose
Triumphant o'er his slaughter'd foes.
Saviour....John iv. 42.
'HE Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence ev'ry fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.
2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels lost in sin,
And doom'd to endless woe.
3 Th' almighty former of the skies Stoop'd to our vile abode ;
While angels view'd, with wond'ring eyes,
And hail'd' th' incarnate God.
4 O the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine
I cannot 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.
142. C. M. Heginbothom.
Good Shepherd....John x. 11.
To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;
O let the meanest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.
2 Vain the attempt-what tongue can speak A subject so divine!....
Do justice to so vast a theme,
And praise a love like thine.
3 Love that could bring thy willing feet
From that blest world on high!
From thy great Father's dear embrace,
To labor, bleed, and die!
4 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;
Ten thousand, thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.
5 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief opprest;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.
6 Nay, should I walk thro' death's dark vale, With double horrors spread,
Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps,
And guard my drooping head.
7 Lead on, dear Shepherd: led by thee,
No evil shall I fear;
Soon shall I reach thy fold above
And praise thee better there.
143. C. M. Doddridge.
Omnipotent Shepherd....John x. 29, 30.
N one harmonious, cheerful song,
Ye happy saints, combine;
Loud let it sound from ev'ry tongue,
The Saviour is divine.
2 The least, the feeblest of the sheep
To him the Father gave;
Kind is his heart the charge to keep,
And strong his arm to save.
3 That hand which heav'n and earth sustains,
And bars the gates of hell,
And rivets satan down in chains,
Shall guard his chosen well.
4 Now let th' infernal lion roar ;
How vain his threats appear!
When he can match Jehovah's pow'r,
I will begin to fear.
Seeking the Shepherd's little Flock....Cant. i. 7.
ELL me, Saviour, from above,
Dearest object of my love,
Where thy little flocks abide,
Shelter'd near thy bleeding side?
2 Tell me, Shepherd all divine,
Where I may my soul recline?
Where for refuge shall I fly,
While the burning sun is high?
3 Wilt thou let me run astray,
Mourning, grieving all the day?
Wilt thou bear to see me rove,
Seeking base and mortal love?
[4 Never had I sought thy name,
Never felt the inward flame,
Had not love first touch'd my heart,
Giv'n the painful, pleasing smart.]
5 Didst thou leave thy glorious throne....
Put a mortal raiment on....
As a cursed victim die,
For a wretch so vile as I?
6 Turn, and claim me as thine own;
Be my portion, Lord, alone;
Deigu to hear a sinner's call;
Be my everlasting all.
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