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We by none will be exceeded,
While we laud this mystery; And with wonder :|: God incarnate glorify.
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MAKER of all things, Lord our God,
2 What heights, what depths of love
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2 The root of David here we find,
In our Immanuel's name.
3 Blest He that comes to wretched men
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CHRIST, the sov❜reign Lord of all,
'Midst the people styl'd his own
In the world, which he created,
2 O thou Day-spring from on high! When we, lost in deepest wonder, Duly ponder,
On thy love in coming down
To save sinners from damnation !
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A Wond'rous change Christ with us The praise is his alone; [makes; His own t'impart, our nature takes, To raise us to his throne.
2 In servant's form, lo! he appears, Our freedom to obtain;
To show his love, our shame he bears, And glory thus we gain.
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BOTH to the Seraph and the worm
2 But yet his mercy to man's race
And therefore flesh was made. 3 That he as man might sympathise With every grief we feel, And being made a sacrifice With blood our pardon seal. 54. T. 240.
ALL hail, Immanuel,
Full of truth and power;
Blessed evermore !
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I will rejoice in God my Saviour,
And magnify this act of love; I'm lost in wonder at his favor,[move, Which him to leave his throne could To take upon him human nature, To suffer for his wretched creature, Dire anguish, keenest pain, And death-pangs to sustain, My soul to gain.
Of the Name of Jesus, and his Walk on Earth.
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2 Therefore I'll thee adore
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HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds To a believer's ear!
It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
3 Jesus! the Rock on which I build, My Shield and hiding-place, My never-failing treas'ry fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak are the efforts of my heart,
6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
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JESUS, I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to my ear;
I gladly would thy praises sound,
That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, In thee is all my trust; Jewels to me are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
3 Omay thy name still cheer my heart, And shed its fragrance there! The noblest balm for all its wounds, The cordial of its care.
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name,
SACRED name of Jesus,
That all our tongues can never praise
In thee obtains a treasure which
6 Saving name of Jesus,
Ispreach'd to ev'ry kindred, tongue and
8 Blessed name of Jesus,
To save to sanctify and to preserve us!
Vengeance follows by decree," Cry'd, "Inflict it all on me." Faith, and love, and holiness; 3 Jesus gives us life and peace, Ev'ry blessing, great or small, Jesus for us purchas'd all. 4 Jesus therefore let us own, Jesus we'll exalt alone, Jesus hath our sins forgiv❜n, Jesus' blood procur'd us heav'n. 64. T. 14.
MY God a man! a man indeed,
An infant truly poor;
Salvation to procure.
2 Who can describe the loveliness
3 According to th' appointed plan
In favor both with God and man,
In years and stature too.
4 My Saviour learned Joseph's trade,
Or spends the night in fervent pray'r,
6 Again, as Teacher of Mankind
7 To comfort men was his delight,
8 Oft he was hungry, spent and sad,
9 Ah, might my heart a mirror be,
10 Grant me that meek and lowly mind,
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3 All our woes he did retrieve,
4 Lord, conform us to thy death,
5 Circumcise our sinful hearts;
6 In thy righteousness array'd Let us triumph and be glad; Let us walk with thee in white, Let us see thy face in light.
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IMMANUEL's meritorious tears
His bitter suff'rings, cries and pray'rs,
3 All they who weeping now go forth,
4 Among the evils of the fall
That sin to us doth cleave. 5 Whene'er the Holy Ghost displays To our benighted hearts, That we are wretched, vile and base, And fight to us imparts,
6 How do we blush with conscious shame,
While tears of anguish flow! And did we not the suff'ring Lamb, The Friend of sinners know; 7 A contrite heart would never cease To weep most bitter tears; But faith in Jesus' saving grace The mourning sinner cheers.
8 When we have that great bliss attain'd To find, that in all need Christ is our Counsellor and Friend, Then are we help'd indeed. 9 O'tis the greatest happiness, When of his peace divine We have a feeling, and he says, "Fear not, for thou art mine." 10 Our thankful tears then testify That Jesus wept for us, And we, possessing heav'nly joy, For him count all things loss.
My dear Redeemer, God and Lord,
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
O SON of God and man, receive
2 Servant of all, to toil for man Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse: Thy Majesty did not disdain
To be employ'd for us.
3 In all I think, or speak, or do, Let me show forth thy praise; Thy bright example still pursue
Through all my future days. 4 By faith thro' outward cares I go, From all distraction free;