Let me feel this healing power,

Let this harden'd heart of stone, Melt beneath this purple shower, From his body trickling down.

3 On those temples, crown'd with thorns, Suff'ring majesty appears; Love that dying face adorns,

Stain'd with blood and soil'd with tears; Pierce the shadows of the heart, With the light'ning of that eye; Smiles of peace to me impart, Let me feel, or I must die!

HYMN 117. 7s.

Gibbons

Redeeming Love. Hampton.
Resurrection.

1 ANGELS! roll the rock away!
Death! yield up the mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph, up the sky-
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs!
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong!

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HYMN 118:

7s.

Madan.

Middleton. Epiphany. Hotham.

Ascension.

1 HAIL, the day that saw him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes; Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n, Reascends his native heaven; There the pompous triumph waits; "Lift your heads eternal gates! "Wide unfold the radiant scene, “Take the King of glory in !" 2 Him though highest heav'n receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own: Still for us he intercedes, Prevalent his death he pleads; Next himself prepares a place, Harbinger of human race. 3 Master, (may we ever say,) Taken from the world away, See thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee:

Grant, though parted from our sight, High above yon azure height,Grant our souls may thither riseFoll'wing thee beyond the skies. 4 Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the wings of love; Looking when our Lord shall comeLooking for a happier home:

There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-

Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee.

HYMN 119.

C. M.

Colchester. Clarendon.

Luke xxiv. 50, 51.

Collyer.

1 IT is the voice of love divine,
That strikes the list'ning ear,
That sooths his mourning follower's grief,
And wipes the falling tear:

2 Because I leave this world' he cries,
'Your weeping eyes o'erflow;

But though I seek my native skies,
My heart remains below.'

3My Spirit shall descend, and rest
Upon each faithful head,

Till I, your Lord, return to call
My servants from the dead.'

4 He said and lifting up his hands,
Pronounc'd his parting prayer;
When lo, a bright descending cloud
Convey'd him through the air.

5 With solemn awe his followers view'd
The splendor of the scene,

While the unfolding gates of light
Receiv'd the Saviour in.

6 Burning with holy zeal, they spread,
Through distant lands, his word;

And we, like them, with faith and joy
Expect our risen Lord.
HYMN 120. L. M.

Antigua. Portugal.

Watts.

Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii. 15.

1 THE mighty frame of glorious grace, That brightest monument of praise, That e'er the God of love design'd, Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song, A burden for an angel's tongue: When Gabriel sounds these awful things, He tunes and summons all his strings. 3 Proclaim inimitable love;

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, Puts off the beams of bright array, And veils the God in mortal clay. 4 He that distributes crowns and thrones Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans; The prince of life resigns his breath, The King of glory bows to death! 5 But see the wonders of his power, He triumphs in his dying hour; And, while by Satan's rage he fell, He dash'd the rising hopes of hell. 6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd; And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood; Then he arose, and reigns above, And conquers sinners by his love.

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HYMN 121.

H. M.

Stennett.

Jubilee. Eagle-Street.

1 COME, every pious heart
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest power exert

To celebrate his fame:
Tell all above, and all below
The debt of love to him you owe.

2 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside;

On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What he endur'd, oh, who can tell? To save our souls from death and hell. 3 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led:

Up through the sky the conqueror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay

The debt we owe thy love.
Yet tell us how we may
Our gratitude approve :

Our hearts-our all to thee we give:
The gift, though small, do thou receive.

HYMN 122. L. M.

Kent. Bath.

Steele.

Intercession. Heb. vii. 25.

I HE lives, the great Redeemer lives, (What joy the blest assurance gives!)