Hymn 21. Watchman.
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Ye simple souls that stray Far from the path of peace, That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness, Why will ye folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God? Madness and misery
Ye count our life beneath; And nothing great or good can sce, Or glorious, in our death: As only born to grieve, Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contemned we live, And unlamented die.
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So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise,
So foolish, impotent, and poor, Above your scorn we rise: We, through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things; For He whose blood is all our boast Hath made us priests and kings.
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1 Behold the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee!
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2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.
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Riches unsearchable
In Jesu's love we know;
And pleasures, springing from the well
Of life, our souls o'erflow;
And always sorrowful we live,
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The Spirit we receive
Of wisdom, grace, and power;
The sacred sons of grace;
Unto that heavenly bliss
They all our steps attend;
And God himself our Father is,
And Jesus is our friend.
Rejoicing evermore.
Angels our servants are,
And keep in all our ways,
And in their watchful hands they bear
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With him we walk in white, We in his image shine,
Our robes are robes of glorious light, Our righteousness divine;
On all the kings of earth With pity we look down, And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never- fading crown.
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3' Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,
" Receive my soul," he cries!
See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head, and dies!
4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain. And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love, like thine?