STEPHENS. C. M.

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2. Thou, through the starry orbs, this day, Didst to Thy throne ascend;

Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power,
And glory without end.

3. There, seated in Thy majesty,

To Thee submissive bow

The Heav'n of Heav'ns, the spacious earth,
The depths of Hell below.

4. When Thou shinest on the clouds,
With Thy angelic train.

May we be saved from vengeance due,
And our lost crowns regain.

5. Glory to Jesus, who returns

Triumphantly to Heaven;
Praise to the Father evermore,
And Holy Ghost, be given.

253. C. M.

LYRA CATH.

1. JESUS, our Lord, ascend Thy throne,
And near Thy Father sit:
In Zion shall Thy power be known,
And make Thy foes submit.

2. What wonders shall Thy gospel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The numerous drops of morning dew,
And own Thy sovereign grace.

3. God hath pronounced a firm decree,
Nor changes what he swore;-
"Eternal shall Thy priesthood be,
When Aaron is no more."

4. Jesus, our Priest, forever lives,
To plead for us above;
Jesus, our King, forever gives
The blessings of His love.

LENOX. H. M.

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EDSON.

In wild dismay the

In wild dismay the guards around Fall

In

In wild dismay the guards around Fall to the ground and

255. H. M.

1. YES, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead; And o'er our hellish foes

High raised His conquering head. In wild dismay, the guards around, Fall to the ground, and sink away.

2. Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait His high commands,
And worship at His feet;

Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.

3. Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear:

and sink

a

way.

Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say,- Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead, He rose to-day.'

4. Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by Him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,-'Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die.
5. All hail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with Thy blood! Wide be Thy name adored, Thou, rising, reigning God. With Thee we rise, with Thee we reign, And empires gain beyond the skies.

DODDRIDGE.

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the sky.

260. L. M.

2. Thero His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors! give way."

3. Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the ethereal 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 our foes o'ercame; That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror'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 possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blessed.

261. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. HAIL! morning known among the blest,—
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,-
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
Pledge of the endless rest above.

2. Blest be the Father of our Lord,

Who from the dead hath brought His Son,
Hope to the lost was then restored,
And everlasting glory won.

3. Scarce morning twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,

1. HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to th' incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing.
2. Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply:
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound.
3. O Saviour! with protecting care,
Return to this. Thy house of prayer:
Assembled in Thy sacred name,
Here we Thy parting promise claim.

4. But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal bid Thy Spirit rest,

And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!

5. So, in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.

HEBER.