4. See, He lifts His hands above; See, He shows the prints of love. Hark! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His Church below. 5. Still for us His death He pleads; Prevalent, He intercedes; Near Himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. 6. There we shall with Thee remain Partners of Thy endless reign; There Thy face unclouded see, Find our heaven of heavens in Thee. Charles Wesley, 1739. 244 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (H. M.) Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside. His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. 2. To this dear Surety’s hand Will I commit my cause; He answers and fulfils His Father’s broken laws. Behold my soul at freedom set; My Surety paid the dreadful debt. 3. My Advocate appears For my defense on high; The Father bows His ears And lays His thunder by. Not all that hell or sin can say Shall turn His heart, His love, away. 4. Should all the hosts of death And powers of hell unknown Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on, I shall be safe, for Christ displays Superior power and guardian grace. Isaac Watts, 1709. 245 C. M. I know that my Redeemer lives And ever prays for me; A token of His love He gives, A pledge of liberty. 2. I find Him lifting up my head; He brings salvation near; His presence makes me free indeed, And He will soon appear. 3. He wills that I should holy be; What can withstand His will? The counsel of His grace in me He surely shall fulfil. 4. Jesus, I hang upon Thy word: I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord, And to Thyself receive. 5. When God is mine and I am His, Of Paradise possest, I taste unutterable bliss And everlasting rest. Charles Wesley, 1742, abr. PENTECOST. 246 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7 Come, O come, Thou quickening Spirit, God from all eternity! Let us Thy blest grace inherit And our souls be filled with Thee; Then shall spirit, life, and light Drive away our inner night. 2. Grant our hearts Thy heavenly treasure: Wisdom, counsel, purity, That in naught we may take pleasure Save in that which pleaseth Thee. Let Thy knowledge spread and grow, Working error’s overthrow.