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Isaac Watts - Hymn 37
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Christ`s intercession.

Lift up your eyes to th` heav`nly seats
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

`Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood;
Appeased stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

Petitions now, and praise may rise,
And saints their off`rings bring;
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

[Let papists trust what names they please,
Their saints and angels boast;
We`ve no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th` heav`nly host.]

Jesus alone shall bear my cries
Up to his Father`s throne;
He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.

[Ten thousand praises to the King,
"Hosannah in the highest!"
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]
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