Hosanna! sons of men, record
The glories of your rising Lord;
The triumphs of the Saviour tell,
Who died, and conquered when he fell.
PSALM 44-L. M.
Now for a song of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's only Son;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
And tell the wonders he hath done.
Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes he wore above:
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love!
Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty Captive prisoner lay;-
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.
Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns:
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.
PSALM 45-L. M.
ASCENTION OF CHRIST.
OUR Lord is risen form the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Wragg'd to the portals of the sky.
There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay-
Lift up your heads, you heav'nly gates!
You everlasting doors, give way!
Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right-
Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of glory?—Who?
The Lord, who all his foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew
And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name.
Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates
You everlasting doors, give way!
Who is the King of glory?-Who?
The Lord of boundless might possess'd,
The King of saints and angels too,
Lord over all, forever blest!
PSALM 46-C. M.
O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To Christ the sov'reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
Jesus, our Lord, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.
While angels shout, and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honors sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Speak forth his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge guide the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
PSALM 47-C. M.
LIFT up your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold, to entertain
The King of Glory;-see, he comes
With his celestial train.
"Who is this King of glory?—Who?"
The Lord, for strength renowned;
In battle mighty,—o'er his foes
Eternal Victor crowned.
Lift up your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold, to entertain
The King of glory;-see, he comes
With all his shining train.
"Who is the King of glory?—Who?” The Lord of hosts renowned;
Of glory he alone is King,
Who is with glory crowned.
LORD, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels filled the sky; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots, that attend thy state.
Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious, when the Lord was there;
While he pronounced his holy law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.
How bright the triumph none can tell,
When all the rebel pow'rs of hell,
That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains, like captives, led.
Raised by his Father to the throne,
He sent his promised Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.
PSALM 49-C. M.
BEYOND the glitt'ring starry sky,
Which God's right hand sustains,
There, in the boundless world of light,
Our great Redeemer reigns.
Legions of angels, strong and fair,
In countless armies shine
At his right hand, with golden harps,
To offer songs divine.
Hail, Prince! they cry, forever hail!
Whose unexampled love
Mov'd thee to quit these blissful realms
And royalties above!
While from the sons of men on earth
He suffer'd rude disdain,
They threw their honours at his feet,
And waited in his train.
Through all his travels here below
They did his steps attend;
Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at length
This scene of love would end.
They heard him in the garden groan,
And saw his sweat of blood;
They saw his pierced hands and feet
Nail'd to the cursed wood.
They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er broke before,
And rise in conq'ring majesty,
To stoop to death no more.
They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne;
And with a shout exulting cried,
The glorious work is done!
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