Arrayd  in  mortal  flesh

He  like  an  Angel  stands.
And  holds  the  promises

And  pardons  in  His  hands  ;
Commission'd  from  His  Father's  throne
To  make  His  grace  to  mortals  known.
Great  Prophet  of  my  God,

My  tongue  would  bless  Thy  Name ;

By  Thee  the  joyful  news

Of  our  salvation  came ;


78  The  Book  of  Praise,

The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven,

Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  Heaven.
Be  Thou  my  Counsellor,
My  Pattern,  and  my  Guide  ;
And  through  this  desert  land
Still  keep  me  near  Thy  side  :
Oh,  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  astray,
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way  !

I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ;
His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep
My  wandering  soul  among
The  thousands  of  His  sheep  :
He  feeds  His  flock,  He  calls  their  names,
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs.
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.
Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest,

Offer'd  His  Blood  and  died ;

My  guilty  conscience  seeks

No  sacrifice  beside :
His  powerful  Blood  did  once  atone,
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  Throne.
My  advocate  appears

For  my  defence  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.
Christ  Ascended.  79

My  dear  Almighty  Lord,

My  Conqueror  and  my  King,

Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword,

Thy  reigning  grace,  I  sing :
Thine  is  the  power :  behold  I  sit
In  willing  bonds  before  Thy  feet !

Now  let  my  soul  arise.
