CLXVI | A Selection of Hymns#CLXVII | CLXVIII |
1 Jesus the Lord, our souls adore,
A painful sufferer now no more;
High on his Father's throne he reigns
O'er earth, and Heavens' extensive plains.
2 His race for ever is complete;
For ever undisturb'd, his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
3 Yet 'midst the honors of his throne,
He joys not for himself alone;
His meanest servants share their part,
Share in that royal tender heart.
4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus thy own forerunner see
Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.
5 Loud let the howling tempest yell,
And foaming waves to mountains swell,
No shipwreck can my vessel fear,
Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here.
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First Line: | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore |
Title: | Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Characters and Representations of Christ: Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope; Christ: Forerunner; Christ: Foundation |