6 Then will I tell to sinners round, CHRIST'S MISSION. 47. C. M. Watts. Christ's Commission. John iii. 16, 17. NOME, happy souls, approach your God With new melodious songs; Come, render to almighty grace The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men, The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, 6 See. dearest Lord, our willing souls grace; We bless the great Redeemer's love, 48. S. M. Watts. The same.' Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race 3 "Twas mercy fill'd the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down 4 Now sinners dry your tears, 49. C. M. Doddridge. The Redeemer's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19. HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long; Let every heart prepare a throne, 2 He comes, the broken heart to bind, And with the treasures of his grace, 3 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, HA 50. 7's. Mission of the Saviour. "ARK! the Saviour of mankind 3 Now upon the cross he hangs! Thence his banner wide unfurl'd, INTERCESSION OF CHRIST. 51. C. M. Watts. The Intercession of Christ. LIFT up your eyes to th' heavenly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind Intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 2 "Twas well, my soul, he died for thee, 3 Petitions now, and praise may rise, 4 Jesus alon shall bear my cries He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs, C 5 Ten thousand praises to the King, Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring 52. S. M. Newton. Christ our Redeemer and Advocate. PREPARE a thankful song To the Redeemer's name; His praises should employ each tongue, 2 Upon the cross he died, Our debt of sin to pay; 3 Pleading for us he stands Before his Father's throne, 4 The Holy Ghost he sends, Our stubborn souls to move, 5 His voice invites our hearts 6 Assur'd that Christ our King 53. C. M. Watts. Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator. COME, let us lift our joyful eyes, Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there, 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, 5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss, High let us raise our notes of praise, 6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, And glory to th' eternal King, That lays his fury by. T 54. L. M. Epis. Coll. The necessity of Christ's Mediation. HOUGH I should seek to wash me clean, My soul would yet its spot retain, And show the vileness of its worth. |