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6 When here, he bore our sin and shame; And thence our comfort springs : 'Tis meet we should exalt his name, And crown him "King of Kings."
7 We hope ere long, beyond those clouds, To tune celestial strings;
And join with heav'n's exulting crowds,
124.2. His Ascension. L.M.
up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in, &c. PSALM xxiv. 7, &c.
JESUS is risen from the dead;
The SAVIOUR is gone up on high: The powers of hell are captive ledDragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits; And angels chant the solemn lay:'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors, give way
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,
4 "Who is the King of Glory, who ?"
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, 'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?-" The Lord of boundless power possest; The King of Saints and Angels too; GOD over all, for ever blest!
125. Ascension. 8-7.
Death is swallowed up in victory.-1. COR. xv. 54.
2 JESUS comes, his conflict over,
4 Yonder throne for him erected,
5 Day and night they cry before him, Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
All the powers of heav'n adore him;
Then haste, ye saints, your tribute bring,
MIRACLES OF CHRIST.
126. Blind Bartimeus. 148th.
LUKE Xviii. 35 to 43.
SINFUL, and blind, and poor,
And wait to see thy face:
Jesus, attend my cry,
If now thou passest by,
Stand still and call me near:
The darkness from my heart remove,
And show me now thy pardoning love.
127. Legion Cast Out. 8-7.
LUKE viii. 27 to 39.
WELL might he be called legion,
2 'Mong the dead the SAVIOUR found me; There it was I lov'd to dwell: Solemn vows had often bound me: What could bonds like these avail? As when Sampson rous'd from slumber, Broke with ease the chains he wore; So my vows, whate'er their number, Yielded to temptation's pow'r.
3 [They who in my madness knew me, Gaze and wonder at the change; At the SAVIOUR's feet they view me, And confess the matter strange: Many think the change a sad one; Look upon it as a curse:
Though the case was once a bad one, Yet they think the present worse.]
4 Fearful of the world's derision, Eager too to see his face : Oft I ask'd the Lord's permission, With himself to take my place: But whene'er I ask'd this favour, 'Twas his word, or seem'd to be, "Go and spread the truth's sweet savour, "Tell what God has done for thee." 5 Be it so, since thou hast said it: Be this world awhile my place: O may those, who hear me, credit, What I tell them of thy grace! Soon I hope to stand before thee: Soon to join the hosts above: There for ever to adore thee,
And proclaim thy matchless love.
128. Peter on the Water. 8-8-6.
MAT. xiv. 22, &c.
HE bids me come! his voice I know, And boldly on the water go, To him my God, and Lord; I walk on life's tempestuous sea; For he who lov'd and died for me, Hath spoke the powerful word. 2 Secure on troubled waves I tread, Nor all the storms of passion heed, While on my Lord I look ;