1 Oh, why, by furious rage combined,
Were Israel’s sons with heathens joined,
And madly drew the hostile sword
Against their own anointed Lord?
Their blinded counsels but fulfill
The gracious purpose of His will.
2 By them that precious blood was spilt,
Which flowed to wash away our guilt;
And Jesus but resigned His breath
To triumph over sin and death;
Henceforth as Son of God to reign,
The universe His wide domain.
3 Those sacred brows, once torn with thorns,
An everlasting crown adorns;
Those hands, by cruel cords disgraced,
In which the insulting reed was placed,
Now grasp the mighty rod of power—
Oh tremble, nations, and adore!
4 But still, yes still, with tender love,
He prays, He pleads for us above;
Oh seek we then the Savior’s face,
With joy accept His offered grace,
Ere, armed with vengeance from on high,
He comes in dreadful majesty.
Auber, Harriet, daughter of Mr. James Auber, b. in London, Oct. 4, 1773. During the greater part of her quiet and secluded life she resided at Broxbourne and Hoddesdon, Herts, and died at the latter place on the 20th Jan., 1862. Miss Auber wrote devotional and other poetry, but only a portion of the former was published in her Spirit of the Psalms, in 1829. This collection is mainly her work, and from it some useful versions of the Psalms have been taken and included in modern hymn-books, about 20 appearing in Spurgeon's Our Own Hymn Book, 1866. Miss Auber's name is widely known, but it is principally through her exquisite lyric, "Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed," and the Epiphany hymn, "Bright was the guiding star that led." (For criti… Go to person page >