1 The mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise
That e'er the God of love design'd,
Employs and fills my laboring mind.
2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue;
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.
3 Proclaim inimitable love:
Jesus the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.
4 He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans:
The prince of life resigns his breath,
The king of glory bows to death.
5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour,
And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.
6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd,
And sin was drown'd in Jesu's blood:
Thus he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.
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First Line: | The mighty frame of glorious grace |
Title: | The humiliation, exaltation, and triumphs of Christ |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Christ: His humiliation,exaltaion and triumph |
Notes: | Public Domain. |