2 But, in the grace that rescued man, His brightest form of glory shines; Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood, and crimson lines. 4 I would forever speak His name In sounds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at His Father's throne. 1. Watts. 1707. 3 Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace 4 Let every thought, and work, and word, To Thee be ever given; Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, Matthew Bridges. 1848. 2 None tread with Thee Thine awful path, 4 The cross is sharp, but in Thy woe Thou sufferest alone; Thine is the perfect sacrifice Which only can atone. This is the lightest part; Our sin it is which pierces Thee, And breaks Thy sacred heart. 3 Thou Great High Priest, Thy glory-robes 5 Who love Thee most, at Thy dear cross, |