HIS WONDROUS NAME by Messiah's Herald

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jul 31, 1879

HIS WONDROUS NAME.

By Messiah's Herald

A PRINCE and Counselor he came, And stooped a man of griefs to be; He healed the sick, the blind, the lame, Yet gained but scorn and infamy, Till, leaving dark Gethsemane, He bore, with his own cross of shame, Our crushing load of guilt and blame, Up the rough path to Calvary.

"Jesus the King," high o'er his head, On that rude cross the name was hung; Below, the suffering Saviour bled, His soul with untold anguish rung— His name reviled by scoffing tongue— Behold fulfilled what prophets said; "A spotless Lamb to slaughter led," And loving hearts with sorrow stung.

Immanuel—God in human guise! Atonement—for his people's sin! Rejected, mocked, despised, he dies For those his love had failed to win. But hark! what songs in Heaven begin! Exultant shouts fill all the skies: "Lift up your heads, ye gates; arise And let the King of Glory in!"

Our Prophet—thus he lived and taught; Our perfect sacrifice he died, And life and peace for rebels bought; With his own life—the crimson tide That flowed so freely from his side; Now to his Father's presence brought— He pleads the finished work he wrought, Our great High Priest, once crucified.

When in his name I made request For cleansing from the sin of years, How sweet the answering sense of rest That banished all my guilty fears, And changed for smiles my flowing tears. The Spirit came to my guest; At once my lips with joy confessed: "I'm saved! My humble prayer he hears."

His name's a tower—a refuge nigh When foes assail; its power I feel When tempted, wounded, faint I lie, Like Sharon's odors round me steal, Or Gilead's fragrant balm, to heal The trembling soul that else would die— His saving name exalted high, Shall still new springs of grace reveal.

My Advocate in Heaven's high place, I make thy name my daily plea, To all the pleasures of thy grace This is the never-failing key, The Christian's blood-bought legacy; Here, armed and fitted for the race, Heavenward I run, that I thy face At length may see, and dwell with thee.

He comes, our Bridegroom-king, the same Who pledged his bride a princely dower, A stone engraved with his "new name," His seal of love and royal power, Reserved until the marriage hour To keep her love and hope aflame, Till he should come his own to claim, And regal splendors round her shower.

His precious, wondrous, glorious name, More bright than myriad stars shall blaze, When angel voices shall proclaim The end of weary pilgrim days. What glad, new songs the church will raise When on her brow he writes his name; And all creation swells th' acclaim: "Worthy the Lamb, of endless praise."

—Messiah's Herald.