The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!
"Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord, of glorious power possest,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest.
317. Ascension.
1 HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
Christ awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends 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 heaven 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 our place,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Master, (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to-day;
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height:
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;..
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home:
There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heaven in thee,
818, Whitsunday.
1 JESUS, we hang upon the word
Our longing souls have heard from thee;
Be mindful of thy promise, Lord,
Thy promise inade to all and me:
Thy followers, who thy steps pursue,
And dare believe that God is true.
2 Thou saidst, I will the Father pray,
And he the Holy Ghost shall give;
Shall give him in your hearts to stay,
And never more his temples leave;
Myself will to my children come,
And make them mine eternal home.
3 Come then, dear Lord, thyself reveal,
And let thy promise now take place;
Be it according to thy will,
According to thy word of grace :
Thy sorrowful disciples cheer,
And send us down the Comforter.
4 He visits now the troubled breast;
And oft relieves our sad complaint;
But soon we lose the transient guest,
But soon we drop again, and faint:
Repeat the melancholy moan→→→
"Our joy is fled, our comfort gone."
5 Send him, O Lord, into each heart,
Our sure inseparable guide:
O might we meet, and never part;
O might he in our hearts abide,
And keep his house of praise and prayer,
And rest, and reign for ever there!
319. Breathing after the Spirit. 1 COME, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys,
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain, we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
FOR a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
Froin the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns! 2 There low before his glorious throne Adoring saints and angels fall,
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all.
3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise;
And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all the assemblies of the skies.
4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the ransom'd of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire!
6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death removes this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
321. To the Trinity.
1 PRAISE be to the Father given,
Christ he gave us to save,
Now the heirs of heaven.
2 Pay we equal adoration
To the Son, he alone
Wrought out our salvation.
3 Glory to the eternal Spirit,
Us he seals, Christ reveals,
And applies his merit.
4 Worship, honour, thanks, and blessing,
One in three, give we thee,
Never, never ceasing.
1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 On him, the Spirit largely pour'd,
Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,
His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice,
To clear the mental ray;
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the riches of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name,
1 HARK! the herald-angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King;
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
"God and sinners reconcil'd;"
Joyful all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies,
With the angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem,"
2 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd,
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men to appear,
Jesus our Immanuel here.
3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail, the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings:
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born, that uian no more may die
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