3 The types bore witness to His Name, Obtain'd their chief design, and ceas'd; The incense and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the priest. 4, Predictions in abundance meet To join their blessings on His head: And nations own the promis'd seed. Lymn. The types are all withdrawn; Before the rising dawn. Nor kid, nor bullock slain; Would all be burnt in vain. His mitre and his vest, The Off'ring and the Priest. The wonders of His love; And prays for us above. 5 “FATHER,” he cries, “ forgive their sins, “For I Myself have died :" And pleads His wounded side. W ITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High-Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For He has felt the same. 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great REDEEMER stood, While Satan's fiery darts He bore, And did resist to blood. 4 He in the days of feeble flesh Pour'd out His cries and tears, And in His measure feels afresh What ev'ry member bears. 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; Nor scorns the meanest name. 6 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and His pow'r: We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour. Lyin. The Priesthood and Blood of Christ. . 1 BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies : “ Revenge," the blood of Abel cries : But the dear stream, when Christ was slain, Speaks peace as loud from every vein.: 2 Pardon and peace from GOD on high; . Behold, He lays His vengeance by; Become the favourites of the LORD. 3 To Jesus let our praises rise, Who gave His life a sacrifice; Hymn. Christ our Sacrifice. On Jewish altars slain Or wash away the stain. Takes all our sins away; And richer blood than they. On that dear head of Thine, And there confess my sin. My soul looks back to see . The burdens Thou didst bear, And hopes her guilt was there. Believing we rejoice To see the curse remove; And sing His bleeding love. 1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Bòrders on the shades of death, Dissipate the clouds beneath! In our deepest darkness rise, Pouring day upon our eyes ! 2 Still we wait for Thine appearing, Life and joy Thy beams impart; Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor benighted heart: Come, and manifest the favour Thou hast for Thy ransom'd race! Come, thou dear exalted SAVIOUR, Come, and bring Thy Gospel-grace! 3 Save us in Thy great compassion, O Thou mild pacific Prince; Give the pardon of our sins : Every burden'd soul release ; Guide us into perfect peace. 1 ALL hail, redeeming LORD, Sweet Day-star from on high ! Great source of vital joy! Shine, lovely Star of day, Around and in us shine; Thy light and love divine. "Through all this desert place: Of happiness and peace. Death's vale shall lose it's gloom, Cheer'd by Thy vital ray, And open to our longing eyes An everlasting day. |