THE
Sufferings
and
Glories
OF
CHRIST
.
A
SONG
In
Trisyllable
Feet
.
I.
I
Long
for
a
Consort
of
Heavenly
Praise
,
To
Jesus
the
God
,
the
Omnipotent
Son
,
My
Voice
should
awake
in
Harmonious
Lays
,
Could
it
tell
half
the
Wonders
that
Jesus
has
done
.
II
.
I
would
sing
how
he
left
his
own
Palace
of
Light
,
And
Robes
made
of
Glory
that
dress'd
him
above
;
Yet
pleas'd
with
his
Journey
,
and
swift
was
his
Flight
,
For
he
rode
on
the
Pinions
of
Infinite
Love
.
III
.
Far
down
to
the
Place
of
our
distant
Abode
He
came
(
we
adore
him
)
to
raise
us
on
high
;
He
came
to
attone
the
Revenge
of
a
God
,
And
he
took
up
a
Life
to
be
able
to
die
.
IV
.
All
Hell
and
its
Lyons
stood
Roaring
around
,
His
Flesh
and
his
Spirit
with
Malice
they
tore
;
While
Worlds
of
Sorrow
lay
pressing
him
down
,
As
vast
as
the
Burden
of
Sins
that
he
bore
.
V.
Fast
bound
in
the
Chains
of
Imperious
Death
The
Infinite
Captive
a
Prisoner
lay
,
The
Infinite
Captive
arose
from
the
Earth
,
And
leap't
to
the
Hills
of
Ethereal
Day
.
VI
.
Then
mention
no
more
of
the
Wrath
of
a
God
;
Of
the
Lyons
of
Hell
and
their
Roarings
no
more
;
We
lift
up
our
Eyes
to
his
Shining
Abode
,
And
our
loudest
Hosannahs
his
Name
shall
adore
.
VII
.
We
crown
the
Triumpher
with
the
Honours
he
won
,
Hosannah
thro'
all
the
Coelestial
Groves
!
The
God
and
the
Man
!
how
he
fills
up
his
Throne
!
How
He
sits
!
how
He
shines
!
how
He
looks
!
how
He
Loves
!
VIII
.
O
happy
ye
Heavens
,
and
happy
ye
Hills
Where
he
treads
with
his
Feet
and
diffuseth
his
Grace
,
While
Mercy
and
Majesty
,
Glories
and
Smiles
Play
gently
around
the
sweet
Air
of
his
Face
.
IX
.
Amongst
a
full
Choir
of
Archangels
and
Songs
The
Mighty
Redeemer
Eternally
reigns
,
And
the
Sound
of
his
Name
from
a
Million
of
Tongues
Flies
o're
the
bright
Mountains
and
blesses
the
Plains
.