Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping,

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    CGS No.: 
    283

    Verse 1
    Great High Priest, we see Thee stooping,
    With our names upon Thy breast;
    In the garden groaning, drooping,
    To the ground with horrors prest:
    Wondering angels stood confounded,
    To behold their Maker thus;
    And can we remain unwounded,
    When we know 'twas all for us?

    Verse 2
    Nothing but hy blood, O Jesus,
    Can our wayward souls convert;
    Nothing else from guilt release us,
    Nothing else can melt the heart.
    Law and terrors do but harden,
    All the while they work alone;
    But the sense of blood-bought pardon
    Can dissolve a heart of stone

    Verse 3
    Jesus, all our consolations
    Flow from Thee, the sovereign good;
    Love, and faith, and hope, and patience,
    All purchased by Thy blood:
    From Thy fullness we receive them;
    We have nothing of our own:
    Freely Thou deligh'st to give them
    To the needy who have none