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Chapter 1 - Numbers 1 - 20 Hymns and Meditations by Chapman, Robert Cleaver
Adoration.
Our God! soon as Thy Son had died,
Soon as the Lamb was slain-
His body lifeless on the tree-
The vail was rent in twain.
Our Father! now Thy countenance
Shines on Thy great High Priest,
Thy well belov'd, Thine only Son,
Thine everlasting rest.
Him crown'd with glory, fill'd with joy,
Thy Firstborn from the dead,
Our faith beholds-we drink His cup,
The members with the Head.
Our God and Father! we are Thine;
We, by Thy Spirit seal'd
All kings and priests, adore Thy name
In Jesus' Cross reveal'd.
I ask you to accept the enclosed to be added to "Hymns and Meditations." It is well with me-oh, so well-the Spirit filling my heart with heavenly song, also with heavenly sorrow. The two are twin sisters. Farewell.
Affectionately yours in the Lord Jesus,
ROBERT CHAPMAN.
1. C. M.
"When He had by Himself purged our sins [He] sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high." (See Lev. xvi.S; Rev. iii. 4.)
"The glory Thou gavest Me, I have given them."
"Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ."
THE blood of Jesus, shed on earth,
Has set Him up on high ;
We also rise with Him by faith,
And unto God draw nigh.
See! how within the holiest,
By His own blood He stands;
Jesus prepares for us the place,
With incense in His hands.
Brethren, His glory all is ours,
His fellowship with God ;
Come, let us sit with Christ the Lord,
And sing His precious blood.
Whate'er the bosom's joy or grief,
Our matters great or small
Are but an errand to the throne-
There go and tell out all.
2. 8s.
"The darkness is past, and the true light now shineth.' "No man hath seen God at any time; 'the only begotten Son, which is in the bosom of the Father, He hath declared Him."
FOUNTAIN of Life, whose name is LOVE,
Who wast and art, and art to come,
Thy children seek Thy throne of grace,
Thy bosom is our rest, our home,
For Jesus counts it not His shame
To bear for us a brother's name.
Would'st Thou to us Thy nature tell,
And take Thy children to Thy heart?
The glass that shows the face of God
Is He who did the kinsman's part;
Thy Son by Thine own hand was slain,
And by Thy glory rais'd again.
Darkness is past, now shines the light
In Christ, the Firstborn from the dead;
His God is ours, His Father ours,
Joint-heirs are we with Christ our Head;
Love, that immeasurable sea,
Our portion for eternity.
3. S. M.
"Behold the Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the world."
BEHOLD the Lamb of God,
The Father's only Son;
Our sins were laid on Christ our Head,
The sins of all on One.
Our heart can joy in God
By faith of Jesus slain;
His people's sins He bore away,
He died and rose again.
The blood and water came
From out His pierced side;
Our robes are wash'd in precious blood
Of Jesus crucified.
We "Abba, Father," cry,
While mourning we rejoice;
We hear the blood of Jesus speak,
And life is in the voice.
4. C. M.
"She had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard His word."
I CRAVE the place that Mary chose,
Who sat at Jesus' feet.
The meek and humble ever take
This holy, happy seat.
The humble see the Son of God,
His majesty and love;
His Spirit's still, small voice they hear,
They sit with Christ above.
They look at Him they pierc'd, and mourn,
Their heavenly joys abound;
To all the contrite Jesus gives
The harp of solemn sound.
The bark within her haven sure
May winds and waves defy;
So humble spirits, anchor'd safe,
In Jesus' bosom lie.
5. 8.7.4·
"A fountain opened for sin and for uncleanness." "The blood is the life" (Deut. xii.).
ONCE the Lamb of God was offer'd;
Jesus died upon the tree;
See the garment of salvation,
0, my soul, it covers thee.
See the fountain
Filled with reconciling blood.
He who in the Father's bosom
Ever dwelt, His only Son,
Was of God, His God, forsaken;
Jesus call'd our sins His own.
Life eternal
Is in Jesus' precious blood.
God and Father, by Thy Spirit,
We rejoice in Jesus' name;
Precious faith, in heavenly wisdom,
Lays our sins upon the Lamb.
Thou art holy,
Just and gracious evermore.
6. 8.7.4.
"According as He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world."
GOD, ere He a creature fashioned,
Gave us to His only Son,
Then the love of God the Father
Saw the Head and members one.
Holy temple!
Where the God of Love would dwell.
Christ has found for us a ransom
In His own atoning blood;
Therefore have we life eternal-
It is hid with Christ in God.
We are children,
Ne'er condemn'd, though chasten'd oft.
Our High-priest, in heaven exalted,
Pleads His perfect sacrifice;
Now the Father gives the Spirit,
Who of Jesus testifies,
Dwelling in us,
Searching out the depths of God.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
These foundations who shall move?
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Praise our God, for God is love.
Abba, Father, Holy, holy, holy Lord.
7. C.M.
"Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence; shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of spirits and live?"
OUR God and Father, dost Thou try
Thy children's patient mind?
Shall we forget Thy name is Love,
Or deem our God unkind?
Thine own dear Son Thou gavest up
A ransom for us all,
And this unmeasurable Gift
Thou never canst recall.
With aught beside, if call'd to part,
Shall we with God contend?
With darkness compass'd round, shall we
Mistrust our heavenly Friend?
Our murm'ring we will chide, and say
"Our God gave up His Son;
Our tears are written in His book,
His will, not ours, be done."
8. 8.7.
"This Man, after he had offered one sacrifice for sins, for ever sat down on the right hand of God."
JESUS, in His heavenly temple,
Sits with God upon the throne;
Now no more to be forsaken,
His humiliation gone.
Never more shall God our Father
Smite the Shepherd with the sword;
Ne'er again shall cruel scorners
Set at nought our glorious Lord.
Dwelling in eternal sunshine
Of the countenance of God,
Jesus fills all heaven with incense
Of His reconciling blood.
On His heart our names are graven,
On His shoulders we are borne;
Father, loved of Thee in Jesus,
We can love Thee in return.
9. 8s.
"This is He that came by water and blood, even Jesus Christ; not by water only, but by water and blood. And it is the Spirit that beareth witness, because the Spirit is truth."
OUR light and life are in the Cross,
The precious promises it seals;
The Cross of Christ, the Son of God,
Our heavenly Father's face reveals.
My soul, come look upon the Lamb,
And mourn for Him, and bless His name.
The glorious holiness of God
In Jesus' blood is magnified;
The fountains of eternal love,
Are open'd in His pierced side;
The Lord of Glory on the tree
Was bruis'd to set the guilty free.
Now Jesus' wounds cry, "Hither come,
Ye needy, sorrowful, and poor;
To all who seek the way of life,
The Cross of Christ is Mercy's door."
O God, Thy Spirit be our guide,
And we at Jesus' Cross abide.
10. C.M.
"God forbid that I should glory, save in the Cross of the Lord Jesus Christ, whereby the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world."
MY soul, remember how the Lord
A crown of thorns could wear;
The curse, to thee so justly due,
He undertook to bear.
Behold the Man brought forth to scorn,
By whom the heavens were made;
His purple robe declares the Lamb
On whom our sins were laid.
And will Jehovah's Equal stoop
To take the servant's form?
Wilt Thou, the Son of God, be thus
An outcast and a worm?
Beholding Thee to slaughter led,
From things of earth we turn;
We go with Thee to Calvary
For Him we pierc'd to mourn.
11. 8.7.4.
"I also will make Him, my first-born, higher than the kings of earth."
PRINCE of Life, and first-born Brother
Of the chosen family,
Brightness of the Father's glory,
All whose fulness dwells in Thee,
God and kinsman!
We extol Thy majesty.
Every creature, man or angel,
Every tongue of friend or foe,
Lord of Glory must confess Thee;
Crucified and slain below,
Now exalted,
Shame and grief no more to know.
We consent with Thee to suffer,
Since we hope with Thee to reign;
Jesus! keep Thy servants mindful
Of their Master's toil and pain,
Till we see Thee
In Thy glory come again.
12. S.M.
"The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup; Thou maintainest my lot."
"Heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ."
TO God my thirsty soul
In Jesus' name draw nigh;
Thou art my portion, God of Love,
All else is vanity.
Engrave Thy holy name
On every gift of Thine;
Deny me aught or take away,
But tell me Christ is mine.
My living fountain Thou:
Send forth the plenteous stream;
Father, each bitter cup I drink
Thy gift of love I deem.
The Spirit's still, small voice
Makes loss of all my gain,
While I by faith of Jesus live,
Who once for me was slain.
13. L.M.
"The Father of Lights, with whom is no variableness nor shadow of turning."
"If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not, and it shall be given him."
"My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory, by Jesus Christ."
FATHER of Lights, Thy bounteous hand
Supplies thy children's utmost need;
Before Thy glorious throne we stand,
And there our poverty we plead.
Boldly y we come, in Jesus' name,
Whose precious blood has made us near;
Look Thou upon that spotless Lamb,
To Thee and us forever dear.
Thy terrors make us not afraid,
Nor is it hard Thy heart to move;
The needy Thou wilt not upbraid,
Nor stain with bitterness Thy love.
Wisdom we ask, by nature blind,
From guilty bondage set us free;
Renew the spirit of our mind,
And give us holy liberty.
14. 8s.
"Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead, dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over Him."
THE risen Saviour dies no more,
Within the tomb his grave-clothes lie;
Exalted on the Father's throne
He sits inglorious majesty.
Acquainted here with griefs and tears,
Jesus within the veil appears.
D0 we not bear His image now,
While in our earthly house of clay?
Faith looks on Jesus crucified,
And chases guilt and grief away,
And gathers, in her cunning hand,
The first-fruits of the promised land.
Yet, burthen'd in our mortal clay,
We ask when shall the Lord appear?
When shall we see Him as He is,
And, glorified, His image bear?
On Jesus' bosom all recline,
And sup with Him on living wine?
15. 7s.
"The Cross of the Lord Jesus Christ."
OH! my Saviour crucified,
Near Thy Cross would I abide;
There to look, with steadfast eye,
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus, bruis'd and put to shame,
Tells me all Jehovah's name;
God is love I surely know
By the Saviour's depths of woe.
In His spotless soul's distress
I perceive my guiltiness;
Oh! how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!
Dwelling on Mount Calvary,
Contrite shall my spirit be;
Rest and holiness shall find,
Fashion'd like my Saviour's mind.
16. L.M.
"He is not ashamed to call them brethren."
"We are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones."
WITH Jesus we may kindred claim;
This holy bond shall never break,
For He is evermore the same,
Who once the servant's form did take.
II is pain and sorrows all are gone;
His sinless tears have ceased to flow;
Exalted is that glorious One
Who dwelt with us in flesh below.
The same who died upon the tree
Is with the Father glorified,
A brother for adversity,
As when the soldier pierc'd His side,
Oh! then may we to Jesus cleave,
Humbly on Jesus ever lean,
And so His faithful word believe,
That we may trust Him though unseen.
17. 8s.
"By Him were all things created; that are in heaven, and that are in earth."
"In whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge."
BY Him who died upon the tree
The worlds were made, by Him sustain'd
Great in creating majesty,
But greater when for use He deign'd
To take the suffering servant's form,
So poor, He call'd himself a worm.
The Son of God-how little known
By all the creatures He has made!
But does He come unto His own?
By them in purple robe array'd,
A crown of thorns does Jesus wear,
His name and wondrous works appear.
Teach us, O God, and we shall learn
At Jesus' Cross to meet with Thee;
While there we stay for Him to mourn,
Reveal to us the mystery
Of love to us in Thy dear Son,
With whom Thy love beholds us one.
18. 8.7.4.
"He is not here, for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay."
"Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt Thou suffer Thine Holy One to see corruption."
GO, behold the tomb of Jesus,
Where the Lord of Glory lay;
Jesus is not there, but ris'n,
He has put our sins away.
Hallelujah!
Death can sting the Lord no more.
Could not Jesus' grave-clothes bind Him,
Prison'd in the guarded cave?
Jesus conquer'd death in dying,
By His cross he spoil'd the grave:
Lo! He rises,
See, the Lord is risen indeed.
Jesus, lying cold and lifeless,
Seems no more with death to strive;
But, because He found our ransom,
Jesus buried must revive:
Hallelujah!
Jesus lives who once was slain.
Come then, Lord, among Thy people,
Spotless Lamb for sinners slain,
"Peace be to you," be Thy greeting,
"Peace be to you;" say again:
Bind us to Thee
With Thy golden chains of love.
19. C.M.
"In this was manifested the love of God towards us, because that God sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him."
OUR God proclaims His glorious name
Upon Mount Calvary;
Jehovah's secret name of Love
'Tis there alone we see.
The Father's bosom who can show,
Save His beloved Son?
Unlock the mystery of God,
And make His mercy known.
God is well pleas'd in Jesus' Cross-
The Cross be our delight;
The saints of God, by blood redeem'd,
Are blameless in His sight.
At Jesus' Cross we learn the song
Jehovah can approve;
We cast our crowns before His throne,
And sing, "Our God is Love."
20. C.M.
"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shall not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."
MY soul, when toss'd with tempest, sees
The Prince of Life draw near;
The burning furnace hurts me not,
For Christ is with me there.
With gracious words He cheers my heart,
"'Tis I, be not afraid;
Behold My pierced hands and side-
On Me thy sins were laid."
And shall my soul, by blood redeem'd,
Against my God repine,
Who deck'd me with that glorious robe
Of righteousness divine?
Come, speak to me, thou great High-priest,
By Thy atoning blood,
And quench the violence of fire,
And calm the angry flood.