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HYMN 11. Fourth Part. L.M.
Jesus the only Saviour. (cont.)

4	Ordain'd by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day,
4	Safe lead us thro' this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy for ever reigns.

HYMN 11. Fourth Part. L.M.
I love Jesus.

1	THE wond'ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: "What are his charms," say they, "above "The objects of a mortal love?"
2	All-over glorious is my Lord, He must be lov'd and yet ador'd; His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too.
3	The Love of Christ is strong as death, He seal'd it with his latest breath; My love to him, secur'd by grace, No pains nor doubts can e'er deface.
4	What can destroy, what separate A love so pure, so free, so great? In heav'n both faith and hope subside; But love forever will abide.

HYMN 12. First Part. L.M.
The offices of Christ.

1	WE bless the Prophet of the Lord,    That comes with truth and grace; Jesus, thy spirit, and thy word,    Shall lead us in thy ways.
2	We rev'rence our High-Priest above,    Who offered up his blood, And lives to carry on his love,    By pleading with our God.

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HYMN 12. First Part. L.M.
The offices of Christ. (cont.)

3	We honour our exalted King;    How sweet are his commands! He guards our souls from hell and sin,    By his almighty hands.
4	Hosanna to his blessed name,    Who saves by glorious ways; Th' anointed Saviour has a claim    To our immortal praise.

HYMN 12. Second Part. P.M.
The offices of Christ.

1	JOIN all the glorious names    Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,    That ever mortals knew,    That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak his worth; Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2	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 subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.
3	Jesus my great High Priest,    Offer'd his blood and died;    My guilty conscience seeks    No sacrifice beside. His pow'rful blood did once atone; And now it pleads before the throne.
4	My dear and mighty Lord,    My Conq'ror, and my King;    Thy sceptre and thy sword,    Thy reigning grace I sing. Thine is the pow'r; behold! I sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet.