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The Psalms And Hymns Of Isaac Watts by Isaac Watts

HYMN 150 The offices of Christ. From several scriptures.


The offices of Christ. From several scriptures.

Join all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,

That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore:

All are too mean to speak his worth,

Too mean to set my Savior forth.

But O what gentle terms,

What condescending ways,

Doth our Redeemer use

To teach his heav'nly grace!

Mine eyes with joy and wonder see

What forms of love he bears for me.

[Arrayed in mortal flesh,

He like an angel stands,

And holds the promises

And pardons in his hands;

Commissioned from his Father's throne

To make his grace to mortals known.]

[Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless thy name;

By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came:

The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,

Of hell subdued, and peace with heav'n.]

[Be thou my Counsellor,

My Pattern, and my Guide;

And through this desert land

Still keep me near thy side:

O let my feet ne'er run astray,

Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.]

[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 lambs.]

[To this dear Surety's hand

Will I commit my cause;

He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws:

Behold my soul at freedom set!

My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]

[Jesus, my great High Priest,

Offered his blood, and died;

My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood did once atone,

And now it pleads before the throne.]

[My Advocate appears

For my defence on high;

The Father bows his ears,

And lays his thunder by:

Not all that hell or sin can say

Shall turn his heart, his love away.]

[My dear Almighty Lord,

My Conqueror and my King!

Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace I sing:

Thine is the power; behold, I sit

In willing bonds before thy feet.]

[Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down;

My Captain leads me forth

To conquest and a crown:

A feeble saint shall win the day,

Though death and hell obstruct the way.]

Should all the hosts of death,

And powers of hell unknown,

Put their most dreadful forms

Of rage and mischief on,

I shall be safe, for Christ displays

Superior power, and guardian grace.


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