2 There the splendid triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.
3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though ascending to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
4 Ever upwards let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for a heavenly home.
5 There with thee may we remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Finding all our heaven in thee!
Christ seen of Angels.
1 O YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild,
And in a manger laid;
For such a birth,
Proclaimed aloud.
3 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep,
Till that blest moment come
To raise him from his sleep.
Then rolled the stone, Your rising Lord,
4 When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
And waved around And struck your strings
Your golden wings, Of sweetest sound.
5 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise;
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer's praise:
1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night!
Dayspring from on high, be near!
Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see ;
Till thy inward light impart
Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
1 O COULD we speak the matchless worth,
O could we sound the glories forth,
Which in our Saviour shine,
We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
3 O the delightful day will come,
When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home,
And we shall see his face :
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we 'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
The Glorification of Christ.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altars call;
Praise him who shed for you his blood,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall,
And join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
1 O'ER mountain-tops, the mount of God
In latter days shall rise
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wandering eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they say,
And to his house, we 'll go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;
The king who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.
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