6 But now no more shall Israel wait,
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn: 
Lo the desire of nations comes,
Behold the promis’d seed is born.

Hymn 1:61. 
Christ our high Priest and King, and Christ coming
to judgment, Rev. 1. 5 6 7.

1 Now to the Lord that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 ’Twas he that cleans’d our foulest sins, And wash’d us in his richest blood; ’Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus our atoning priest,
To Jesus our superior king,
Be everlasting power confess’d,
And every tongue his glory sing.

4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move;
Tho’ with our sins we pierc’d him once,
Then he displays his pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail
While we rejoice to see the day: 
Come, Lord; nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariots long delay.

Hymn 1:62. 
Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all
the creation, Rev. 5. 11 12 13.

1 Come let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 “Worthy the Lamb that dy’d,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus:” 
“Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
“For he was slain for us.”

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred Name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Hymn 1:63. 
Christ’s humiliation and exaltation, Rev. 5. 12.

1 What equal honours shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy Name?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groan’d and dy’d, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father’s side.

3 Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn’d at Pilate’s bar: 
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Tho’ he was charg’d with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain’d amazing loss: 
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn: 
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men: 
Let angels sound his sacred Name,
And every creature say, Amen.

Hymn 1:64. 
Adoption, 1 John 3. 1 &c.  Gal. 4. 6.