Hebrews 2:11-17

• [Heb 2:14] Christians, Sing The Incarnation

  Christians, sing the incarnation Of th’eternal Son of God, Who, to save us, took our nature, Soul and body, flesh and blood; God, He saw man’s cruel bondage, Who in death’s dark dungeon lay; Man, He came to fight man’s battle, And for man He won the day. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who for man as Man hath conquered In our own true flesh and blood. King of kings and Lord of angels, He put off His glory-crown, Had a stable-cave for palace, And a manger for His throne; Helpless lay, to Whom creation All its life and being owed, And the lowly Hebrew maiden Was the mother of her God. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who concealed His dazzling Godhead ’Neath the veil of flesh and blood. Through a life of lowly labor He on earth was pleased to dwell, All our want and sorrow sharing; God with us, Emmanuel: Yet, a dearer, closer union Jesus in His love would frame; He, the Passover fulfilling, Gave Himself as paschal Lamb. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who the heav’nly gifts bequeathed us Of His own true flesh and blood. Then, by man refused and hated, God for man vouchsafed to die, Love divine its depth revealing On the heights of Calvary; Through His dying the dominion From the tyrant death was torn, When its Victim rose its Victor On the resurrection morn. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who through His eternal Spirit Offers His own flesh and blood. Forty days of mystic converse Lived on earth the Risen One, Speaking of His earthly kingdom, Ere He sought His heav’nly throne: Then, His latest words a blessing, He ascended up on high, And through rank on rank of angels Captive led captivity. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who the holiest place hath entered In our flesh and by His blood. Now upon the golden altar, In the midst before the throne, Incense of His intercession He is offering for His own. And on earth at all His altars His true presence we adore, And His sacrifice is pleaded, Yea, till time shall be no more. Alleluia, Alleluia To th’incarnate Son of God, Who, abiding Priest forever, Still imparts His flesh and blood. Then, adored in highest Heaven, We shall see the virgin’s Son, All creation bowed before Him, Man upon th’eternal throne: Where, like sound of many waters In one ever rising flood, Myriad voices hymn His triumph, Victim, Priest, incarnate God. Worthy He all praise and blessing Who, by dying, death o’ercame; Glory be to God forever! Alleluia to the Lamb!

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• [Heb 2:14] Praise The Savior, Now And Ever

  Praise the Savior now and ever; Praise Him, all beneath the skies; Prostrate lying, suff’ring, dying On the cross, a sacrifice. Vict’ry gaining, life obtaining, Now in glory He doth rise. Man’s work faileth, Christ’s availeth; He is all our righteousness; He, our Savior, has forever Set us free from dire distress. Through His merit we inherit Light and peace and happiness. Sin’s bonds severed, we’re delivered, Christ has bruised the serpent’s head; Death no longer is the stronger, Hell itself is captive led. Christ has risen from death’s prison, O’er the tomb He light has shed. For His favor, praise forever, Unto God the Father sing; Praise the Savior, praise Him ever, Son of God, our Lord and King. Praise the Spirit, through Christ’s merit, He doth us salvation bring.

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• [Heb 2:16] Now Let Us Join With Hearts And Tongues

  Now let us join with hearts and tongues, And emulate the angels’ songs; Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing. They praise the Lamb Who once was slain, But we can add a higher strain; Not only say, “He suffered thus,” But that He suffered all for us. When angels by transgression fell, Justice consigned them all to hell; But mercy formed a wondrous plan, To save and honor fallen man. Jesus, who passed the angels by, Assumed our flesh to bleed and die; And still He makes it His abode, As man, He fills the throne of God. Our next of kin, our Brother now, Is He to Whom the angels bow; They join with us to praise His Name, But we the nearest interest claim. But ah! how faint our praises rise! Sure, ’tis the wonder of the skies; That we, who share His richest love, So cold and unconcerned should prove. O glorious hour, it comes with speed When we from sin and darkness freed, Shall see the God Who died for man, And praise Him more than angels can.

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