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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.
Lift 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:
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 ?" 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.
Comes to claim his great reward:
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:
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 Bartimæus. 148th.
LUKE Xviii. 35 to 43.
SINFUL, and blind, and poor,
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,
None was more possess'd than I.
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,
4 Fearful of the world's derision,
'Twas his word, or seem'd to be, "Go and spread the truth's sweetsavour, "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:
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,
To him my God, and Lord