Isaac Watts

Hymn 132

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The offices of Christ.

We bless the Prophet of the Lord
That comes with truth and grace;
Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word
Shall lead us in thy ways.

We rev'rence our High Priest above,
Who offered up his blood,
And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.

We honor our exalted King;
How sweet are his commands!
He guards our souls from hell and sin
By his almighty hands.

Hosannah to his glorious name,
Who saves by diff'rent ways!
His mercies lay a sovereign claim
To our immortal praise.

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