Names and Titles of the Lord Jesus

367

Advocate

1 LOOK up, my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands; The glorious Advocate on high, With precious incense in His hands.

2 He sweetens every humble groan, He recommends each broken prayer;

Recline thy hope on Him alone, Whose power and love forbid despair.

3 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call Thee mine;

Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

368

All in all

1 JESUS is our God and Saviour, Guide, and Counsellor, and Friend, Bearing all our misbehaviour, Kind and loving to the end.

Trust Him; He will not deceive us, Though we hardly of Him deem:

He will never, never leave us; Nor will let us quite leave Him.

2 Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus, Can relieve us from our smart;

Nothing else from guilt release us;

Nothing else can melt the heart.

Law and terrors do but harden, All the while they work alone; But a sense of blood-bought pardon Soon dissolves a heart of stone.

3 Jesus, all our consolations Flow from Thee, the sovereign good, Love and faith, and hope, and patience, All are purchased by Thy blood. From Thy fulness we receive them;

We have nothing of our own:

Freely Thou delightest to give them To the needy, who have none.

Joseph Hart, 1759.

369

Ambassador

1 JESUS, commission'd from above, Descends to men below, And shows from whence the springs of love In endless currents flow.

2 He, whom the boundless heaven adores, Whom angels long to see, Quitted with joy those blissful shores, Ambassador to me!

3 To me, a worm, a sinful clod, A rebel all forlorn: A foe. a traitor, to my God, And of a traitor born.

4 To me, who never sought His grace, Who mock'd His sacred word: Who never knew or loved His face, But all His will abhorr'd.

5 To me, who could not even praise When His kind heart I knew, But sought a thousand devious ways Rather than find the true:

6 Yet this redeeming Angel came So vile a worm to bless;

He took with gladness all my blame, And gave His righteousness.

7 Oh that my languid heart might glow With ardour all divine!

And, for more love than seraphs know, Like burning seraphs shine!

Ambrose Serle, 1766

370

Angel

1 THOU very Paschal Lamb, Who didst for Israel bleed;

Through whom we out of Egypt came, Thy ransom'd people lead.

2 Angel of gospel-grace, Fulfil Thy character; To guard and feed the chosen race, In Israel's camp appear.

3 Throughout the desert way Conduct us by Thy light; Be thou a cooling cloud by day, A cheering fire by night.

4 Oar fainting souls sustain With blessings from above, And ever on Thy people rain The manna of Thy love.

Charles Wesley, 1745, a.

371

Bridegroom

1 JESUS, the heavenly Lover, gave His life my wretched soul to save:

Resolved to make His mercy known, He kindly claims me for His own.

2 Rebellious, I against Him strove, Till melted and constrain'd by love; With sin and self I freely part, The heavenly Bridegroom wins my heart.

3 My guilt, my wretchedness, He knows, Yet takes and owns me for His spouse; My debts He pays, and sets me free, And makes His riches o'er to me.

4 My filthy rags are laid aside, He clothes me as becomes His bride;

Himself bestows my wedding-dress, The robe of perfect righteousness.

5 Lost in astonishment I see, Jesus, Thy boundless love to me: With angels I Thy grace adore, And long to love and praise Thee more.

6 Since Thou wilt take me for Thy bride, Oh keep me, Saviour, near Thy side!

I fain would give Thee all my heart, Nor ever from my Lord depart.

John Fawcett, 1782.

372 Captain and Conqueror

1 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 beneath Thy feet.

2 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.

3 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.

Isaac Watts, 1709

373

Christ of God.

1 JESUS, the Lamb of God, Who us from hell to raise Hast shed Thy reconciling blood, We give Thee endless praise.

2 God, and yet man, Thou art, True God, true man, art Thou: Of man, and of man's earth a part, One with us Thou art now

3 Great sacrifice for sin, Giver of life for life, Restorer of the peace within, True ender of the strife:

4 To Thee, the Christ of God, Thy saints exulting sing; The bearer of our heavy load, Our own anointed King.

5 True lover of the lost, From heaven Thou earnest down, To pay for souls the righteous cost, And claim them for Thine own.

6 Rest of the weary, Thou! To Thee, our rest, we come; In Thee to find our dwelling now, Our everlasting home.

Horatius Bonar, 1861.

374 Consolation of Israel

1 COME, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee:

Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints Thou art;

Dear desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart.

2 Born Thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a King:

Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring: By Thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone: By Thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Charles Wesley, 1744.

375

Fountain

1 THE fountain of Christ, assist me to sing, The blood of our Priest, our crucified King: Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health.

2 This fountain from guilt, not only makes pure; And gives, soon as felt, infallible cure: But if guilt removed, return, and remain, Its power may be proved again and again.

3 This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear, The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here:

Come needy, and guilty, come loathsome and bare;

You can't come too filthy, come just as you are.

4 This fountain in vain has never been tried;

It takes out all stain whenever applied: The water flows sweetly with virtue divine, To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.

Joseph Hart, 1759.

376

Friend

1 ONE there is above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end:

They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.

2 Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed their blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled in Him to God: This was boundless love indeed!

Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When He lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was His name;

Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same;

Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.

4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love!

We, alas! forget too often What a friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We shall love Thee as we ought.

John Newton, 1779

377

Friend

1 THOU, my soul, forget no more The Friend who all thy misery bore;

Let every idol be forgot, But, O my soul, forget Him not.

2 Jesus for thee a body takes, Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, Discharging all thy dreadful debt: And canst thou ere such love forget?

3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief, And fly to this most sure relief: Nor Him forget who left His throne, And for thy life gave up His own.

4 Infinite truth and mercy shine In Him, and He Himself is thine; And canst thou then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms forget?

5 Ah! no! till life itself depart, His name shall cheer and warm my heart; And lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies.

6 Ah! no; when all things else expire, And perish in the general fire, This name all others shall survive, And through eternity shall live.

Krishnoo Pawl; tr. by Joshua Marshman, 1801.

378

Friend

1 A FRIEND there is—your voices loin, Ye saints, to praise His name! Whose truth and kindness are divine, Whose love's a constant flame.

2 When most we need His helping band, This Friend is always near; With heaven and earth at His command, He waits to answer prayer.

3 His love no end or measure knows, No change can turn its course;

Immutably the same it flows From one eternal source.

4 When frowns appear to veil His face, And clouds surround His throne, He hides the purpose of His grace, To make it better known.

6 And if our dearest comforts fall Before His sovereign will, He never takes away our all, Himself He give as still!

6 Our sorrows in the scale He weighs, And measures out our pains; The wildest storm His word obeys, His word its rage restrains.

Joseph Swain, 1792

379

Friend

1 POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am, I have a rich almighty Friend;

Jesus, the Saviour, is His name:

He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood; And by His power my foes controll'd:

He found me wandering far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold.

3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies, And says that I shall shortly be Enthroned with Him above the skies:

Oh! what a friend is Christ to me!

4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns; And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns:

I've been a faithless friend to Him.

5 Sure, were not I most vile and base, I could not thus my friend requite: And were not He the God of grace, He'd frown and spurn me from His sight John Newton, 1779

380 Head of the Church

1 Jesus, I sing Thy matchless grace, That calls a worm Thine own;

Gives me among Thy saints a place To make Thy glories known.

2 Allied to Thee, our vital Head, We act, and grow, and thrive: From Thee divided, each is dead When most he seems alive.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in sweet accord:

One body all in mutual love, And Thou our common Lord.

4 Oh may my faith each hour derive Thy Spirit with delight;

While death and hell in vain shall strive This bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present Before Thy Father's face! Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot Its beauteous form disgrace.

Philip Doddridge, 1755

381

Hiding-place

1 AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake!

Retune thy strings for Jesu's sake:

We sing the Saviour of our race, The Lamb, our shield and hiding-place.

2 When God's right arm is bared for war, And thunders clothe His cloudy car, Where—where—oh where shall man retire To escape the horror of His ire?

3 'Tis He—the Lamb—to Him we fly, While the dread tempest passes by:

God sees His well-beloved's face, And spares us in our hiding-place.

4 While yet we sojourn here below, Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow:

Fallen, abject, mean—a sentenced race, We deeply need a hiding-place.

5 Yet, courage—days and years will glide, And we shall lay these clods aside; Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood, And washed in Jesu's cleansing blood.

6 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, We through the Lamb shall be decreed; Shall meet the Father face to face, And need no more a hiding-place.

Henry Kirke White, 1807.

382

High Priest

1 NOW let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate His constant care, And sympathetic love.

2 Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the shining train, With matchless honours crown'd;

3 The names of all His saints He bears Deep graven on His heart; Nor shall the meanest Christian say, That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Are moulder'd down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May Thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.

Philip Doddridge, 1765

383 High Priest and Surety

1 Jesus, my great High Priest, Offer'd His blood, and died; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside. His powerful blood did once atone; And now it pleads before the throne.

2 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.

3 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.

4 Immense compassion reigns In my Immanuel's heart, He condescends to act A Mediator's part:

He is my friend and brother too, Divinely kind, divinely true.

Isaac Watts, 1709

384

Immanuel

1 SWEETER sounds than music knows Charm me in Immanuel's name:

All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and cross, and shame.

2 When He came, the angels sung "Glory be to God on high;"

Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who should louder sing than I?

3 Did the Lord a man become That He might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

4 No; I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak.

5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend—

Every precious name in One!

I will love Thee without end.

John Newton, 1779

385

Jesus

1 Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven should hear.

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust:

Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish In Thee doth richly meet; Nor to mine eyes is light so dear Nor friendship half so sweet

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name With my last labouring breath;

Then speechless, clasp Thee in my arms, The antidote of death.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

386

Jesus

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus Sounds In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

3 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast, Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield, and hiding-place; My never-failing treasury, fill'd With boundless stores of grace.

4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own'd a child.

5 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

6 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.

7 Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton, 1779

387

Jesus

1 JESUS! Oh word divinely sweet!

How charming is the sound!

What joyful news! what heavenly sense In that dear name is found!

3 Our souls, all guilty and condemned, In hopeless fetters lay; Our souls, with numerous sins depraved, To death and hell a prey.

3 Jesus, to purge away our guilt, A willing victim fell, And on His cross triumphant broke The bands of death and hell.

4 Our foes were mighty to destroy, He mightier was to save;

He died, but could not long be held A prisoner in the grave.

5 Jesus! who mighty art to save, Still push Thy conquests on;

Extend the triumphs of Thy cross, Where'er the sun has shone.

6 O Captain of Salvation! make Thy power and mercy known;

Till crowds of willing converts come And worship at Thy throne.

Joseph Stennett, 1709

388

Jesus

1 JESUS, in Thy transporting name, What blissful glories rise!

Jesus! the angels' sweetest theme, The wonder of the skies!

2 Didst Thou forsake Thy radiant crown, And boundless realms of day, Aside Thy robes of glory thrown, To dwell with feeble clay?

3 Victorious love! can language tell The wonders of Thy power, Which conquer'd all the force of hell In that tremendous hour?

4 Is there a heart that will not bend To Thy divine control?

Descend, O sovereign lore, descend, And melt that stubborn soul.

Anne Steele, 1760.

389

Jesus

1 EXULT all hearts with gladness At sound of Jesu's Name;

What other hath such sweetness, Or such delight can claim?

2 O Jesu, Health of sinners, Be present to our prayer; The wanderer's Guide become Thou, And us Thy people spare.

3 Thy Name, may it defend us, Our stay in peril prove; And perfect us in blessing, And every stain remove.

4 For Thee. O Christ, all glory In this blest Name doth shine:

Thy honour be our worship, O Jesu, Lord benign.

John David Chambers, 1857, a.

390

King of Saints

1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name, And joy to make it known; The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before His throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crown'd With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round How bright those glories shine.

3 Infinite power and boundless grace In Him unite their rays:

You that have e'er beheld His face, Can you forbear His praise?

4 When in His earthly courts we view The glories of our King, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing.

5 And shall we long and wish in vain?

Lord, teach our songs to rise!

Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies.

6 Oh happy period! glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay To celebrate Thy praise.

Anne Steele, 1760

391

Light

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by Thyself revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath:

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring day upon our eyes.

3 Still we wait for Thy appearing;

Life and joy Thy beams impart;

Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor benighted heart.

4 Come, extend Thy wonted favour To our ruin'd, guilty race:

Come, Thou dear exalted Saviour, Come, apply Thy saving grace.

5 Save us in Thy great compassion, O thou mild pacific Prince;

Give the knowledge of salvation, Give the pardon of our sins.

6 By Thine all-sufficient merit Every burthen'd soul release! By the teachings of Thy Spirit Guide us into perfect peace.

Charles Wesley, 1744, a

392

Melchizedek.

1 KING of Salem, bless my soul!

Make a wounded sinner whole!

King of righteousness and peace, Let not Thy sweet visits cease!

2 Come, refresh this soul of mine With Thy sacred bread and wine!

All Thy love to me unfold, Half of which can not be told.

3 Hail, Melchizedek, divine;

Great High Priest, Thou shalt be mine;

All my powers before Thee fail;

Take not tithe, but take them all.

John Wingrove, 1785

393

Melchizedek

1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, We love to hear of Thee; No music's like Thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be.

2 O may we ever hear Thy voice In mercy to us speak: And in our Priest we will rejoice, Thou great Melchizedek.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay:

We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name, When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all His favour'd throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song.

John Cennick, 1743, a.

394

Physician

1 Jesus, if Thou art still to-day As yesterday—the same;

Present to heal, in me display The virtue of Thy name,

2 Since still Thou goest about to do Thy needy creatures good; On me, that I Thy praise may show, Be all Thy wonders show'd.

3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eye behold me fall A leper at Thy feet.

4 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorred I sink beneath my sin; But if Thou wilt, a gracious word Of Thine can make me clean.

5 Thou seest me deaf to Thy command, Open, O Lord, mine ear;

Bid me stretch out my withered hand, And lift it up in prayer.

6 Silent (alas! Thou know'st how long), My voice I cannot raise; But oh, when Thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing Thy praise!

7 If Thou, my God, art passing by, Oh let me find Thee near!

Jesus, in mercy hear my cry, Thou, Son of David, hear!

8 Behold me waiting, in the way, For Thee, the heavenly light;

Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy sight."

Charles Wesley, 1740, a

395

Priest

1 JESUS, in Thee our eyes behold A thousand glories more Than the rich gems, and polish'd gold, The sons of Aaron wore.

2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought To purge themselves from sin:

Thy life was pure, without a spot, And all Thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood as constant as the day, Was on their altar spilt: But Thy one offering takes away For ever all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran throug several hands, For mortal was their race;

Thy never changing office stands Eternal as Thy days.

5 Once in the circuit of a year, With blood, but not his own, Aaron within the veil appears, Before the golden throne.

6 But Christ by His own powerful blood Ascends above the skies, And in the presence of our God Shows His own sacrifice.

7 Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns On Sion's heavenly hill;

Looks like a lamb that has been slain, And wears His priesthood still.

8 He ever lives to intercede Before His Father's face:

Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead, Nor doubt the Father's grace.

Isaac Watts, 1700.

396

Prince of Peace

1 LET saints on earth their anthems raise, Who taste the Saviour's grace; With chose above, proclaim His praise, And crown Him Prince of Peace.

2 Praise Him who laid His glory by For man's apostate race, Praise Him who stoop'd to bleed and die, And crown Him Prince of Peace.

3 We soon shall reach the heavenly shore, To view His lovely face, His name for ever to adore, And crown Him Prince of Peace.

Jonathan Evans, 1803

397

Righteousness

1 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress;

Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise, To take my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived and died for me."

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay?

While through Thy blood absolved I am From sin's tremendous curse and shame.

4 This spotless robe the same appears When ruin'd nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new.

5 Oh let the dead now hear Thy voice;

Bid, Lord, Thy banish'd ones rejoice; Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our Righteousness.

Count Zinzendorf, 1739; tr. by John Wesley, 1740, a.

398 Our Righteousness

1 SAVIOUR divine, we know Thy name, And in that name we trust;

Thou art the Lord our righteousness, Thou art Thine Israel's boast.

2 Guilty we plead before Thy throne, And low in dust we lie, Till Jesus stretch His gracious arm To bring the guilty nigh.

3 The sins of —most righteous day Might plague us in despair;

Yet all the crimes of numerous years Shall our great Surety clear.

4 That spotless robe, which He hath wrought, Shall deck us all around; Nor by the piercing eye of God One blemish shall be found.

5 Pardon, and peace, and lively hope, To sinners now are given;

Israel and Judah soon shall change The wilderness for heaven.

6 With joy we taste that manna now Thy mercy scatters down;

We seal our humble vows to Thee, And wait the promised crown.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

399

Saviour

1 Jesus is our great salvation, Worthy of our best esteem!

He has saved His favourite nation!

Join to sing aloud to Him:

He has saved us, Christ alone can us redeem.

2 When involved in sin and ruin, And no helper there was found, Jesus our distress was viewing;

Grace did more than sin abound:

He has call'd us. With salvation in the sound.

3 Save us from a mere profession!

Save us from hypocrisy;

Give us, Lord, the sweet possession Of Thy righteousness and Thee:

Best of favours!

None compared with this can be.

4 Free election, known by calling, Is a privilege divine:

Saints are kept from final falling;

All the glory, Lord, be thine;

All the glory, All the glory, Lord, is Thine.

John Adams, 1776

400

Shepherd

1 MY soul with joy attend, While Jesus silence breaks; No angel's harp such music yields, As what my Shepherd speaks.

2 "I know my sheep," He cries, "My soul approves them well:

Vain is the treacherous world's disguise, And vain the rage of hell.

3 "I freely feed them now With tokens of My love; But richer pastures I prepare, And sweeter streams above.

4 "Unnumber'd years of bliss I to My sheep will give;

And, while My throne unshaken stands, Shall all My chosen live.

5 "This tried almighty hand Is raised for their defence; Where is the power shall reach them there? Or what shall force them thence?"

6 Enough, my gracious Lord, Let faith triumphant cry; My heart can on this promise live, Can on this promise die.

Philip Doddridge, 1755

401

Shepherd

1 SHEPHERD of the chosen number, They are safe whom Thou dost keep;

Other shepherds faint and slumber, And forget to watch the sheep;

Watchful Shepherd!

Thou dost wake while others sleep.

2 When the lion came, depending On his strength to seize his prey, Thou wert there, Thy sheep defending, Thou didst then Thy power display;

Mighty Shepherd!

Thou didst turn the foe away

3 When the Shepherd's life was needful To redeem the sheep from death, Of their safety ever heedful, Thou for them didst yield Thy breath;

Faithful Shepherd!

Love like Thine no other hath.

Thomas Kelly. 1809

402

Shepherd 1 LOVING Shepherd of Thy sheep, Keep me, Lord, in safety keep;

Nothing can Thy power withstand, None can pluck me from Thy hand.

2 Loving Shepherd, Thou didst give Thine own life that I might live; May I love Thee day by day, Gladly Thy sweet will obey.

3 Loving Shepherd, ever near, Teach me still Thy voice to hear;

Suffer not my step to stray From the strait and narrow way

4 Where Thou leadest me I go, Walking in Thy steps below;

Then before Thy Father's throne, Jesu, claim me for Thy own.

Jane E. Leeson, 1842

403 Sinners' Friend 1 FRIEND of sinners! Lord of glory!

Lowly, mighty! Brother, King!

Musing o'er Thy wondrous story, Fain would I Thy praises sing.

2 From Thy throne of light celestial, Moved with pity, Thou didst bend To behold our woes terrestrial, And become the Sinners' Friend.

3 Sinners' Friend! Oh name most blessed, Unto those who mourn for sin; By the devil sore distressed, Foes without and fears within!

4 Friend to help us, cheer us, save us, In whom power and pity blend;

Praise we must, the grace which gave us Jesus Christ, the Sinners' Friend.

Newman Hall, 1857

404

Substitute 1 FROM whence this fear and unbelief?

Hath not the Father put to grief His spotless Son for me? And will the righteous Judge of men, Condemn me for that debt of sin, Which, Lord, was charged on Thee?

2 Complete atonement Thou hast made, And to the utmost farthing paid Whate'er Thy people owed: Nor can His wrath on me take place, If sheltered in Thy righteousness, And sprinkled with Thy blood.

3 If Thou hast my discharge procured, And freely in my room endured The whole of wrath divine:

Payment God cannot twice demand, First at my bleeding Surety's hand, And then again at mine.

4 Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest; The merits of thy great High Priest Have bought thy liberty:

Trust in His efficacious blood, Nor fear thy banishment from God, Since Jesus died for thee.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1772.

405

Substitute

1 O THOU who didst Thy glory leave Apostate sinners to retrieve From nature's deadly fall, Me Thou hast purchased with a price, Nor shall my crimes in judgment rise, For Thou hast borne then all.

4 Jesus was punish'd in my stead, Without the gate my Surety bled To expiate my stain: On earth the Godhead deign'd to dwell, And made of infinite avail The sufferings of the man.

3 And was He for such rebels given?

He was; the Incarnate King of Heaven Did for His foes expire:

Amazed, O earth, the tidings hear;

He bore, that we might never bear His Father's righteous ire.

4 Ye saints, the Man of Sorrows bless, The God for your unrighteousness Deputed to atone:

Praise Him, till with the heavenly throng, Ye sing the never-ending song, And see Him on His throne.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1759

406

Surety

1 CHRIST exalted is our song, Hymn'd by all the blood-bought throng; To His throne our shouts shall rise, God with us by sacred ties.

2 Shout, believer, to thy God, He hath once the winepress trod;

Peace procured by blood divine, Cancell'd all thy sins and mine.

3 Here thy bleeding wounds are heal'd, Sin condemn'd, and pardon seal'd;

Grace her empire still maintains;

Love without a rival reigns.

4 In thy Surety thou art free, His dear hands were pierced for thee; With His spotless vesture on, Holy as the Holy One.

5 Oh the heights and depths of grace!

Shining with meridian blaze;

Here the sacred records show Sinners black, but comely too.

6 Saints dejected, cease to mourn, Faith shall soon to vision turn;

Ye the kingdom shall obtain, And with Christ exalted reign.

John Kent, 1803.

407

True Fine

1 JESUS immutably the same, Thou true and living vine, Around Thy all-supporting stem My feeble arms I twine.

2 Quicken'd by Thee, and kept alive, I flourish and bear fruit; My life I from Thy sap derive, My vigour from Thy root.

3 I can do nothing without Thee; My strength is wholly Thine:

Wither'd and barren should I be, If sever'd from the vine.

4 Upon my leaf, when parch'd with heat, Refreshing dew shall drop; The plant which Thy right hand hath set. Shall ne'er be rooted up.

5 Each moment water'd by Thy care, And fenced with power divine, Fruit to eternal life shall bear The feeblest branch of Thine.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1771

408 The Way

1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix'd my hopes upon, His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till Him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all His paths are peace.

3 No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin;

Wayfaring men, to Canaan bound, Shall only in the way be found.

4 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief and burden long have been, Because I could not cease from sin.

5 The more I strove against its power, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more;

Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul! I am the Way!"

6 Lo! glad I come; and Thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to Thee, as I am;

Nothing but sin have I to give;

Nothing but love shall I receive.

7 Now will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found;

I'll point to Thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God!"

John Cennick, 1743, a

409 The Way, the Truth, and the Life

1 THOU art the Way: to Thee alone From sin and death we flee, And He who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

2 Thou art the Truth: Thy word alone Sound wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in Thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;

Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose joys eternal flow.

George W. Doane, 1826.