The title of Godhead is His; No praises can ever excel The worth of a Saviour like this. The earth is so little, beside unmeasured reach— Creation’s A small speck of dust undescried, A drop of the sea on the beach: But Love wrought its victory here, A conquest of glory supreme; And accent is clear Calvary’s Through heaven in each rapturous theme. Awake! it is time, oh! my soul, Be strong to forget every pain; ' The Church of all nations extol, The praise of the Lamb that was slain: The work is so vast in its plan, Too few are the words of the earth, Too feeble the talents of man, To tell the full worth. Atonement’s [[@Page:125]]The Feast of Atonement is nigh, The world is to share in the feast— Let all the bright stars of the sky Be bells of fine gold for the Priest! His praise let all powers make known— us unto God! ‘He reconciled The Aaron who died to atone, He liveth, with glory endowed.’ Let all worlds in concert unite To give the Redeemer His due, Until their rejoicing delight eternal dominions of blue: Th’ All space be an ocean of praise, And waves of harmonious refrain Surge back over infinite ways To the shores of creation again! Oh! sinner, hast thou not a voice For Him who is Refuge alone! The angels adoring rejoice That He for us all did atone: Their wonder they ever confess, To think of His death in our room: But is their astonishment less,
The title of Godhead is His; No praises can ever excel The worth of a Saviour like this. The earth is so little, beside Creation’s unmeasured reach— A small speck of dust undescried, A drop of the sea on the beach: But Love wrought its victory here, A conquest of glory supreme; And Calvary’s accent is clear Through heaven in each rapturous theme. Awake! it is time, oh! my soul, Be strong to forget every pain; ' The Church of all nations extol, The praise of the Lamb that was slain: The work is so vast in its plan, Too few are the words of the earth, Too feeble the talents of man, To tell the Atonement’s full worth. [[@Page:125]]The Feast of Atonement is nigh, The world is to share in the feast— Let all the bright stars of the sky Be bells of fine gold for the Priest! His praise let all powers make known— ‘He reconciled us unto God! The Aaron who died to atone, He liveth, with glory endowed.’ Let all worlds in concert unite To give the Redeemer His due, Until their rejoicing delight Th’ eternal dominions of blue: All space be an ocean of praise, And waves of harmonious refrain Surge back over infinite ways To the shores of creation again! Oh! sinner, hast thou not a voice For Him who is Refuge alone! The angels adoring rejoice That He for us all did atone: Their wonder they ever confess, To think of His death in our room: But is their astonishment less,
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