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Christ Ascended, 463
All He suffered, all He won, God, and woman's wondrous Son : All alike from sin restrain, All to them is wise and plain.
Other days may come at last,
When our purer eyes shall see, By no whelming thoughts o'ercast,
Our salvation's mystery. Give us grace meanwhile to rest, By obedience taught and blest, Sure, that truths which make us free, God of counsel, flow from Thee !
Joseph Anstice. 1836.
One there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend :
His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
They who once His kindness prove
Find it everlasting love.
Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed their blood ?
But our Jesus died to have us *
Reconciled in Him to God.
This was boundless love indeed ;
Jesus is a Friend in need.
When He lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was His name ;
Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same :