To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen and me,
2. Children of God, look up and see | That he hath such invariably
Your Saviour, cloth'd with majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:
Cease, cease to grieve, cast off your
fears,
In heaven your mansions he pre
And soon will come to take you home.
3. His church is still his joy and
Who nought can boast, but know
that he
Hath pardon'd our transgressions.
3. How happy feels a contrite heart
Enjoying Christ's salvation:
Those who have chosen Mary's part
And favourite occupation,
Find in our Saviour, day and night,
He looks with love and pity down A source of comfort and delight:
On her he did redeem:
The members of that church he
'Tis this makes life important.
4. He pardon'd me, like Magdalen;
I love him, my Preserver;
I love him, but (it gives me pain)
I love not with such fervour:
When Jesus I shall once behold,
I then shall feel as she of old,
When he to her appeared.
Thus shall we with all our heart Witness what a friend thou art. Louisa v. Hayn. T. 205.
JESUS, who is always near
To assuage his children's grief,
Unto Thomas did appear,
To remove his unbelief;
“Come," he said, "my nail-prints view,
And my side the spear pierc'd thro';"
Humbled the disciple stood,
And exclaim'd, "My Lord, my God."
2. I would go from pole to pole
To behold my risen Lord;
But content thyself, my soul,
Listen to thy Saviour's word; "They who me by faith receive, Trust my word and thereon rest, Without seeing who believe, They abundantly are blest."
VII. THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
THE Lord ascendeth up on high, Deck'd with resplendent wounds; While shouts of victory rend the sky,
And heaven with joy resounds. 2 Eternal gates their leaves unfold,
Receive the conquering King, The angels strike their harps of gold,
And saints triumphant sing.
3. Sinners, rejoice; he died for you,
For you prepares a place;
His Spirit sends, you to endow
With every gift and grace.
4. His blood, which did for you atone,
For your salvation pleads;
And, seated on his Father's throne,
He reigns and intercedes.
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For the holy Trinity
Is to us in Jesus nigh.
2. O might all my wishes tend
Unto Christ without cessation,
He's my best and nearest friend,
Full of grace, truth, and salvation;
I, when he is present, feel
Happiness no tongue can tell.
3. Holy awe pervades my heart,
When I see my great Creator
Of man's nature taking part,
That he, as my Mediator,
Might lay down his life for me,
And from death might set me free.
Then arose with power and glorious,
4. In the grave for me he lay,
Grace triumphant to display,
Proving over death victorious;
And for forty days was seen
By his followers, God with men.
5. When the Lord's disciples saw
Jesus, gloriously arrayed,
From their longing sight withdraw,
In a cloud to heaven conveyed;
Sure, alternate grief and joy (ploy.
Did their hearts and thoughts em-
6. He ascended up on high,
Glorious and with honour crowned;
Cloth'd with power and majesty,
And at God's right-hand enthroned,
He doth still as man appear,
Pleading for us sinners there.
7. God be prais'd, they who are his,
In this present dispensation
Nought essential ever miss,
Since they share in his salvation;
Tho' unseen, he's nigh to all
Who in truth upon him call.
8. O when will the time draw near,
That he, who to heaven ascended,
Shall in majesty appear,
By the heavenly hosts attended?
But we're silent:-to believe
Is our lot, while here we live.
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The friend of man's apostate race. 2. There, as our advocate, he reigns, (pains; Touch'd with the feeling of our And still remembers in the skies His tears, his groans, and agonies. 3. In every pang that rends the heart,
The man of sorrows bears a part; In all our grief, our grief he shares, And rescues us from Satan's snares. 4. O let us then before his throne, With boldness make our sorrows known; (freed, And seek, from fears distrustful His grace to help in time of need.
GO up with shouts of praise,
Go up, High-priest, to heaven,
Thou who the ransom'd race
Hast on thy heart engraven:
Though seated on thy throne,
Thou deign'st to hear our prayer;
Thence he, your gracious Lord,
To fetch your longing spirits home,
And crown your love and labour.
3. Since he o'er heaven bears sove-
reign sway,
By all its powers attended,
And has more graces to display
Than can be comprehended;
Fear not, for he his blessing pours
On such meek, humble breasts as
yours,
The objects of his favour.
145.
T. 22.
TO thee, Lord Christ, all praise be
giv'n,
For thy ascending up to heaven:
Support us while on earth we stay,
And lead us in the narrow way.
2. Tho' seated on thy Father's
throne,
(own,
Thou ne'er wilt cease thy flock to
But always in their midst appear,
When in thy name assembled here.
3. For us to heaven thou didst
ascend,
To plead our cause, and to attend r. 132. To all our wants, yea, to prepare A place for us, thy bliss to share. RAISE your devotion, mortal Be your exalted Saviour (tongues;
4. At parting from thy little fold, The theme of your triumphant Thy second advent was foretold; Therefore we wait with eagerness, Lo, angels strike their loudest Lord Jesus, to behold thy face.
For heaven and all created things
Must sound Immanuel's praises.
2. Ye mourning souls, look upward
For Christ is now preparing (too,
At God's right-hand a place for
Shake off all thoughts despairing:
WE sing thy praise, exalted Lamb,
Who sitt'st upon the throne:
Ten thousand blessings to thy name
Who worthy art alone:
Thy sacred, bruised body bore
Our sins upon the tree:
And now thou livest evermore;
2. We know thou never canst forget Us, thy weak members here:
2. Poor sinners, sing the Lamb that Yea, when we suffer in the least,
(What theme can sound so sweet!)
His drooping head, his streaming
His pierced hands and feet; (side,
With all that scene of suffering love,
Which faith presents to view :
For now he reigns and lives above,
Yea, lives and reigns for you.
3. Was ever grace, Lord, rich as
thine,
Can aught so great be nam'd?
What pow'rful beams of love divine
Thy tender heart inflam'd:
Ye angels, praise his glorious name,
Who lov'd and conquer'd thus;
And we will likewise laud the Lamb,
For he was slain for us.
Thou part with us wilt bear.
3. Thou with great tenderness art
touch'd
At what thy children feel:
When by temptations we are press'd,
Thou know'st well what we ail.
4. Thou hast a tender sympathy
With every grief and pain;
For when thou wast a man on
earth,
Thou didst the same sustain.
5. And tho' in heaven exalted now,
Yet thou to us art near;
Know'st all our weaknesses and
wants,
And listen'st to our prayer.
6. What shall we say for this thy
T. 595. But 'fore thee prostrate lie,
And thank thee that thou
To all eternity.
Seated upon his throne:
The angels, who before him bow,
His just dominion own.
2. The unworthiest of his friends
Upon his heart he bears;
He ever to their cause attends,
For them a place prepares.
3. Blest Saviour, condescend
My advocate to be;
I could not have a better friend
To plead with God for me.
JESUS, our High-priest and our
Head,
Who bear'st our flesh and blood,
And always interced'st for us
Before the throne of God:
WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High-priest above;
His heart is fill'd with tenderness,
His bowels yearn with love.
2. In all our griefs he takes a share,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations
For he has felt the same. (are,
3. He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out strong cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
4. He'll never quench the smoking
But raise it to a flame; (flax,
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
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