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The Passion and Exaltation of Christ. Rom. 6. 9, 10

I. Watts                             S.M.

1
Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring.
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the Man, we sing.

2
Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood,
That hellish monsters spilt.

3
[Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side;
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dyed.]

4
[The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath,
Lay heavy on his soul.]

5
Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose to live and reign,
When death itself is dead.

6
No more the bloody spear;
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heavens adore.

7
There the Redeemer sits,
High on his Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.

8
[There his full glories shine,
With uncreated rays;
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes,
To everlasting days.]