4 Great Prophet let me bless thy Name;
By thee the joyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeas’d, of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdu’d, and peace with heaven.]

5 [My bright Example, and my Guide,
I would be walking near thy side;
O let me never run astray,
Nor follow the forbidden way!]

6 [I love my Shepherd, he shall keep My wandering soul among his sheep:  He feeds his flock, he calls their names, And in his bosom bears the lambs.]

7 [My surety undertakes my cause,
Answering his Father’s broken laws;
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My surety paid the dreadful debt.]

8 [Jesus, my great High Priest has dy’d,
I seek no sacrifice beside;
His blood did once for all atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.]

9 [My advocate appears on high,
The Father lays his thunder by;
Not all that earth or hell can say,
Shall turn my Father’s heart away.]

10 [My Lord, my Conqu’ror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the victory, and I sit
A joyful subject at thy feet.]

11 [Aspire my soul, to glorious deeds,
The “Captain of salvation” leads;
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Tho’ death and hell obstruct the way.

12 Should death and hell, and powers unknown
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe; for Christ displays
Salvation in more sovereign ways.]

Hymn 1:150.  As the 149th Psalm. 
The same.

1 Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore: 
All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.

2 But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heavenly grace! 
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see
What forms of love
He bears for me.

3 [Array’d 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.]

4 [Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy Name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came. 
The joyful news
Of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdu’d,
And peace with heaven.]

5 [Be thou my counsellor,
My pattern and my guide,
And thro’ this desert land
Still keep me near thy side: 
O let my feet
Ne’er run astray,
Nor rove nor seek
The crooked way.]

6 [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.]

7 [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.]