1 ['Tis from the treasures of his word
I borrow titles for my Lord;
Nor art nor nature can supply
Sufficient forms of majesty.
2 Bright image of the Father's face,
Shining with undiminish'd rays;
Th' eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne.]
3 The King of kings, the Lord most high,
Writes his own name upon his thigh:
He wears a garment dipp'd in blood,
And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can neither melt nor move,
The Lamb resents his injur'd love,
Awakes his wrath without delay,
And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
5 But when for works of peace he comes,
What winning titles he assumes!
"Light of the world," and "Life of men,"
Nor bears those characters in vain.
6 With tender pity in his heart,
He acts the Mediator's part;
A Friend and Brother he appears,
And well fulfils the names he wears.
7 At length the Judge his throne ascends,
Divides the Rebels from his friends,
And saints in full fruition prove
His rich variety of love.
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First Line: | 'Tis from the treasures of his word |
Title: | The names and titles of Christ |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |