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There Was No Angel

Author: Grace W. Hinsdale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12382 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: There was no angel ’midst the throng Lyrics: 1 There was no angel ’midst the throng Which stood around the throne, Who could God’s justice satisfy, Or for man’s sins atone. 2 Nor could Jehovah’s love endure A messenger to send, To bear the sinner’s punishment, The guilty to befriend. 3 Not e’en the bursting floods of wrath Could quench the flames of love, Which shining hid the flashing sword The law unsheathed above. 4 The gracious Father speaks a word Into His dear Son’s ear, Which, echoing o’er the trembling earth, Dismissed our anxious fear. 5 And, when the weary ages passed, God to the world appeared; And in the Babe of Bethlehem His glory was ensphered. 6 No creature whom His hand had made Came with that word of hope; Nor was a creature’s strength required With Satan’s power to cope. 7 For God Himself in Mary’s son Brought grace and truth to light, And in the face of Jesus Christ We read His love aright. 8 Jesus, Thou art my Lord, my God, Kneeling I bow to Thee; For on Thy brow, though bruised with thorns, A crown divine I see. 9 And I can trust the mighty work Which must be done for me, To those dear hands of love and power, Now fastened to the tree. 10 If Thou wert less than one divine, My soul would be dismayed; But through Thy human lips God speaks, "’Tis I, be not afraid." 11 Yet, bruised and bleeding on the cross, I see Thy form divine; And, though upon the accursed tree, I joy to call Thee mine. 12 The sword which should have pierced my life Has entered Thy dear breast, And in God’s faithfulness to Thee My trusting heart shall rest. 13 Death and the tomb no power had To hide Thy glory, Lord; For Thou didst rise ’midst heavenly hosts, By whom Thou wert adored. 14 And after men were comforted By sight of Thee again, Thou didst ascend to God’s right hand, Their greater good to gain. 15 Thou wilt not leave my soul alone, To struggle to Thy side, But in my spirit’s helplessness Shall strength divine bide. 16 And, when I stand on Jordan’s waves, Thou shalt my weakness hold, Until at last my weary feet, Shall walk the streets of gold. 17 There, in that cloudless light serene, Before the shining throne I’ll worship at the feet of Him Who did for me atone. Languages: English Tune Title: BOARDMAN