2 In thy dear cross a grace is found-- It flows from every streaming wound-- Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond and frees our souls!
3 Thou didst create the stars of night: Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light-- Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, The quaking earth acknowledged thee; When thou didst there yield up thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death.
5 Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror, never more to die, Us by thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end!
Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes, To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning sacrifice, For me, for all, is ever nigh.
2 Be thou my guard on peril's brink; Be thou my guide through weal or woe; And teach me of thy cup to drink, And make me in thy faith to go.
3 For what is earthly change or loss? Thy promises are still my own: The feeblest frame may bear thy cross, The lowliest spirit share thy throne.
217 L. M. Let all the angels of God worship him. Heb. 1:6.
Thee we adore, O gracious Lord! We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, The heavens and all the powers therein:
3 The apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell the immortal song; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise.
4 Thee, holy, holy, holy King! Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing: Thus earth below, and heaven above, Resound thy glory and thy love.
218 L. M. He hath the keys of hell and of death. Rev. 1:18.
Hail to the Prince of Life and Peace, Who holds the keys of death and hell; The spacious world unseen is his, The sovereign power becomes him well.
2 In shame and anguish once he died; But now he lives for ever more; Bow down, you saints, around his seat, And all you angel bands adore.
3 Live, live for ever, glorious Lord, To crush thy foes and guard thy friends, While all thy chosen tribes rejoice That thy dominion never ends.
4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love; Worthy to rule our mortal lives, O'er worlds below and worlds above.