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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,
To crown him "King of Kings."

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,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims these mansions as his right-
Receive the King of Glory in..

4 "Who is the King of Glory, who ?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame ;
The world,sin,death, and hell o'erthrew;
And JESUS is the Conq'ror's name.

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.
HARK? ten thousand voices cry,
Vict'ry, vict'ry, thro' the sky!
Swiftly flies the welcome sound,
Spreading rapt'rous joys around.

2 JESUS comes, his conflict over,
Comes to claim his great reward:
Angels round the victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord,
3 0 what honours now await him!
Friends and foes shall hear his voice;
Tremble, tremble, ye that hate him;
Ye who love his name, rejoice.

4 Yonder throne for him erected,
Now become the victor's seat:
Lo! the man on earth rejected!
Angels worship at his feet.

5 Day and night they cry before him, Holy, holy, holy Lord!"


All the powers of heav'n adore him;
All obey his sov'reign word.


Then haste, ye saints, your tribute bring,
And crown him everlasting King.



126. Blind Bartimeus. 148th.

LUKE Xviii. 35 to 43.

SINFUL, and blind, and poor,
And lost without thy grace,
Thy mercy I implore,

And wait to see thy face:
Begging I sit by the way side,
And long to know the crucified.

Jesus, attend my cry,
Thou Son of David, hear;

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,
Who my soul did occupy:
Round about, thro' all the region,
None was more possess'd than I.
Satan held me till one stronger
Came and set the pris'ner free:
Satan then could reign no longer:
JESUS made him yield his prey.

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.]

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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 ;

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