Psalms 110:4

• [Psa 110:4] Thou Dear Redeemer, Dying Lamb

  Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of Thee; No music like Thy charming Name, Is half so sweet to me, Is half so sweet to me. O let me ever hear Thy voice In mercy to me speak! And in my Priest, will I rejoice, My great Melchizedek, My great Melchizedek. My Jesus shall be still my theme, While in this world I stay; I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely Name When all things else decay, When all things else decay. When I appear in yonder cloud, With all Thy favored throng, Then I will sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be my song, And Christ shall be my song.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 110:4] Where High The Heavenly Temple Stands

  Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears. He Who for men their Surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Pursues in Heaven His mighty plan, The Savior and the Friend of man. Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother’s eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. Our fellow Sufferer yet retains A fellow feeling of our pains: And still remembers in the skies His tears, His agonies, and cries. In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of Sorrows had a part, He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known; And ask the aids of heavenly power To help us in the evil hour.

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  source: Cyberhymnal