3 How glorious was the grace When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 But God hath raised his head O’er all the sons of men, And made him see a numerous seed To recompense his pain. 259 S. M. Seen of angels. 1 Tim. 3:16. Beyond the starry skies, Far as th’ eternal hills, Yon heaven of heavens, with living light, Our great Redeemer fills. 2 Around him angels fair, In countless armies shine; And ever, in exalted lays, They offer songs divine. 3 “Hail, Prince of life!” they cry, “Whose unexampled love Moved thee to quit those glorious realms And royalties above.” 4 And when he stooped to earth, And suffered rude disdain, They cast their honors at his feet, And waited in his train. 5 They saw him on the cross, While darkness vailed the skies; And when he burst the gates of death, They saw the Conqueror rise. 6 They thronged his chariot wheels, And bore him to his throne; Then swept their golden harps and sung— “The glorious work is done.” 260 8s & 5s. And they sung a new song. Rev. 14:3. Sing of Jesus, sing for ever Of the love that changes never! Who, or what, from him can sever Those he makes his own? 2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them, When they knew him not, he sought them, And from all their wanderings brought them; His the praise alone. 3 Through the desert Jesus leads them, With the bread of heaven he feeds them, And through all their way he speeds them To their home above. 4 There they see the Lord who bought them, Him who came from heaven and sought them, Him who by his Spirit taught them, Him they serve and love. 261 7s, 6 lines. And that rock was Christ. 1 Cor. 10:4. Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labor of my hands Can fulfill the law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my heart-strings break in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee.