Established here is Jesus' throne,
From Zion never to depart;

Here light is for the righteous sown,
And gladness for the just in heart.
Girded with truth and clothed with grace,
How glorious doth our King appear!
He reigns for us in righteousness,
And princes rule in judgment here.
Jesus, beholds a numerous seed,
In Zion born, to praise his name;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
His foes shall all be clothed with shame.

DELIGHTED shall our songs record,
The truth and mercy of the Lord :
His faithfulness shall ever stand
Like heaven, established by his hand.
Nearly were Daniel's weeks fulfilled,
When lo! appeared the promised child;
The great Messiah, born to reign,
Chief Lord of all the sons of men.

O God, we own thy Christ, and sing
Th' atoning Son, th' ascending King;
Now raised to thine eternal throne,
With power omnific as thine own.
O greatest Prophet, highest Priest!
By thee we're called, and saved, and blest;
Thy fulness is our storehouse here,
And life with thee, our treasure there.

To Him who won our souls 'tis given
To bring God's many sons to heaven;
To reign till every foe shall fall,

And God Himself be "all in all."

THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
Let all the nations fear;

Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And saints be humble there.

Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;
Let earth adore its Lord;
While angels as attendants wait,
And hear and do his word.

In Zion stands his throne,
His honors are divine;

His church shall make his wonders known,
For there his glories shine.

How holy is his name!
How fearful is his praise!

His love in truth and justice claim

More thanks than all can raise.

PRIESTHOOD AND INTERCESSION OF CHRIST.

148.

C. M.

NOW let us raise a song of praise,
To our High Priest above;

And celebrate his guardian care,

And sympathetic love.

Though raised to heaven's exalted throne,

Our pains and griefs he shares;

And deeply on his heart engraved,
Our humble names he wears.

Those characters shall fair abide,
And justify our trust;

When gems, and monuments, and crowns,
Have mouldered down to dust.

LOOK up, my soul, with cheerful eyei To thy High Priest, Behold he stands, A ceaseless Advocate on high,

With sweetest incense in his hands.

He sweetens every humble groan;
He recommends each broken prayer;
O! rest thy hopes on him alone!
And love him for his love and care.

JESUS, our Lord, with all thy saints,
Our thankful tongues would join,
To sound aloud thy saving grace,
And sing thy love divine.

For ever be thy name adored,

Who bought us with thy blood; And raised us up from death and sin, To live and walk with God.

Jesus, once sacrifice for sin

Now Royal Priest above;

In joyful songs we bless thy name,
And celebrate thy love.

151.

L. M.

JESUS, my Prophet, at thy feet

I sit, God's counsels all to hear:
The words that from thy lips proceed,
How faithful, yet how kind they are!
My great High Priest, who once with blood
Atoned for sin upon the cross;

Still thou dost intercede with God,
Pleading thy faithful people's cause.
My King supreme, I gladly bow
In sweet subjection to thy throne :
All other lords I disavow,

And yield to all thy will my own.
152.

WE

C. M.

E bless the Prophet of the Lord,
Who came with truth and grace;
Whose Holy Spirit, by his word,
Guides us in all his ways.

We reverence our High Priest above,
Who entered with his blood;

He lives to bless us by his love;
To plead for us with God.

We honour our exalted King;
How sweet are his commands;
We yield our hearts, our fealty sing,
And trust his royal hands.
Hosanna! to his glorious name,
Who saves us by his grace;

His mercy, truth, and wisdom, claim
Our everlasting praise.

COME, let us join in thankful songs,

That our ascended Priest

Appears in heaven, with all our names
Engraven on his breast.

On earth he bare our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;

In heaven he ever lives and loves,

And pleads our cause with God.
Clothed with our nature, still he knows
The weakness of our frame;
And well can shield us from the foes
Which he himself o'ercame.

O may we ne'er forget his grace,
Nor blush to wear his name;

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith;
Our mouths his praise proclaim.
154. 4-6's & 2-8's.
TH' atoning work is done:

The Victim's blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead :

He stands in heaven our Great High Priest;

He bears our names upon his breast.

No temple made with hands

His place of service is;
In heaven itself he stands,
The heavenly Priesthood his.

In him the shadows of the law,
All honoured and fulfilled, withdraw.