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3 The types bore witness to His Name,
Obtain'd their chief desigo, and ceas'd; The incense and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest. 4 Predictions in abundance meet
To join their blessings on His head:
And nations own the promis'd seed.
The types are all withdrawn;
Before the rising dawn.
Nor kid, nor bullock slain; Incense and spice of costly names
Would all be burnt in vain.
His mitre and his vest,
The Off’ring and the Priest.
The wonders of His love; For us He paid His life below,
And prays for us above. 5 “FATHER," be cries, “ forgive their sins,
"For I Myself have died :" And then He shows His open'd veins,
And pleads His wounded side.
The Priesthood and Compassion of Christ.
· WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High-Priest above;
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great REDEEMER stood,
And did resist to blood.
4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out His cries and tears,
What ev'ry member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His pow'r:
In the distressing hour.
Hymn. The Priesthood and Blood of Christ.. 1 BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies :
Revenge," the blood of Abel cries :
Speaks peace as loud from every vein. 2 Pardon and peace from God on high:
Behold, He lays His vengeance by;
Become the favourites of the LORD.
His life a sacrifice ;
Christ our Sacrifice. 1
Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain
Or wash away the stain.
Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And sing His bleeding love.
Christ our Light.
1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Bòrders on the shades of death,
Dissipate the clouds beneath!
In our deepest darkness rise, Scatt'ring all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes !
2 Still we wait for Thine appearing,
Life and joy Thy beams impart; Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart: Come, and manifest the favour
Thou hast for Thy ransom'd race! Come, thou dear exalted SAVIOUR,
Come, and bring Thy Gospel-grace!
3 Save us in Thy great compassion,
O Thou mild pacific Prince;
Give the pardon of our sins :
Every burden'd soul release ;
Guide us into perfect peace.
Christ our Day-star.
ALL hail, redeeming LORD,
Sweet Day-star from on high !
Great source of vital joy!
2 Shine, lovely Star of day,
Around and in us shine;
Thy light and love divine.
Ourwand'ring footsteps guide
Through all this desert place:
Of happiness and peace.
Cheer'd by Thy vital ray,
An everlasting day.