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Christ Ascended. 77
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Soon we shall, with those in glory,
His transcendent grace relate ; Gladly sing th! amazing story
Of His dying love so great: In that blessed contemplation
We for evermore shall dwell, Crown'd with bliss and consolation,
Such as none below can tell.
John Bakewell. 1760.
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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.
But oh ! what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach His heavenly grace ! Mine eyes with joy and wronder see What forms of love He bears for me.
Array'd in mortal flesh
He like an Angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in His hands ; Commission'd from His Father's throne To make His grace to mortals known.
Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy Name ;
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came ; |
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