Watts - BX5200 .W3 1813 v.9

Ie@ HYMNS.CL. HYMN CL. The sane a; the cxlviiith Psalm. 1 JOIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, That ever mortals knew That angels ever bore All are too mean To speak his worth, Too mean to set My Saviour forth. 2 But O what gentle terms, What condescending ways Doth our Redeemer use To teach bis heav'nly grace ! Mine eyes withjoy And wonder see What forms of love Ile bears for me. 3 (Array'd in mortal flesh, He like an angel stands, And holds the promises And pardons in his hands; Commission'd from His Father's throne, To make his grace To mortals known.) 4 (Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name; By thee thé joyful news Of our salvhtion came ; The joyful news Of sins forgiv'n Of hell subdn'd, And peace with hoax's.) 5 (Be thou mÿ Counsellor, My Pattern and my Guide; And thro' this desert land Still keep me near thy side O let my feet Ne'e run astray, Nor rove, nor seek The crooked way. 6 (I love my Shepherd's voice, , His watchful eyes shall keep My wand'ring soul among The thousands of his sheep : He feeds his flock, He calls their names, His bosom bears. The tender limbs.) 7 (To this dear Surety's hand Will i. commit mycause; He answers and fulfils His Father's broken laws. Beholdmy soul At freedom set;.. My surety paid The dreadful debt.) 8 (Jesus my greatHigb Priest, Offer'd his bloodand dy'd ; My guilty conscience seeks, No sacrifice beside. His pow'rful blood Did once atone ; And now it pleads Before the throne.) 9 (My advocate appears, For my defence on high: The Father bows his ears, And lays bis thunder by. Not all that hell Or sin tan say, Shall turn his heart, His love away.) to (My dear almighty Lord,. My,Congn'ror and my King, Thy sceptre, and thy sword 'Thy reigning grace. (sing. Thine is the pow'r : Behold I sit In willing bonds Beneath thy feet) 11 (Now let my soul arise, And tread the tempter down My Captain leads me fort4 To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint Shall win the day Tho' death and hell Obstruct the way.) 12 Should all the host, of 41eath, And pow'rs of hell unknown Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe For Christ displays Superior pow'r And guardian grace.

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