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122. The Offices of Christ Glorious

1 Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

2 But O what gentle terms
What condescending ways,
Does our Redeemer use
To teach his heavenly grace!
My eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears for me.

3 [Arrayed in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands;
Commissioned from his Father’s throne,
To make his grace to mortals known.]

4 [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 forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.]

5 [Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this desert land,
Still keep me near thy side;
O let my feet ne’er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way!]

6 [I love my Shepherd’s voice;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of his sheep;
He feeds his flock, he calls their names;
His bosom bears the tender lambs.]

7 [To this dear Surety’s hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father’s broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]

8 [Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.]

9 [My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart, his love away.]

10 [My dear, almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing;
Thine is the power; behold, I sit,
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.]

11 [Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down!
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.]

12 Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power and guardian grace.

Text Information
First Line: Join all the glorious names
Title: The Offices of Christ Glorious
Author: Watts
Meter: 148th
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Offices and Characters of Christ
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