Hymn 153
Great High Priest, w e see Thee stooping
- mp Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping.
With our names upon Thy breast;
p In the garden groaning, drooping.
To the ground with horrors prest:
Wond ring angels stood confounded.
To behold their Maker thus;
cr And can we remain unwounded.
When we know 'twas all for us?
- mf Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus,
Can our wayward souls convert;
Nothing else from guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the heart.
L aw and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
cr But the sense of blood-bought pardon
Can dissolve a heart of stone.
- . mf Jesus, all our consolations
Flow from Thee, the sovereign good;
cr Love, and faith, and hope, and patience.
All are purchas'd by Thy blood:
fFrom Thy fullness we receive them;
We have nothing of our own;
Freely Thou delight'st to give them
To the needy who have none.
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