To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen and me, 2. Children of God, look up and see | That he hath such invariably In heaven your mansions he pre pares, And soon will come to take you home. 3. His church is still his joy and crown, Who nought can boast, but know Hath pardon'd our transgressions. 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; When Jesus I shall once behold, I then shall feel as she of old, Thus shall we with all our heart Witness what a friend thou art. Louisa v. Hayn. T. 205. 137. JESUS, who is always near To remove his unbelief; “Come," he said, "my nail-prints view, And my side the spear pierc'd thro';" Humbled the disciple stood, 2. I would go from pole to pole 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 the holy Trinity 2. O might all my wishes tend Then arose with power and glorious, From their longing sight withdraw, Sure, alternate grief and joy (ploy. Gr. 22. 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. 142.* Logan. T. 146. GO up with shouts of praise, 144.* Cennick. Thence he, your gracious Lord, will come To fetch your longing spirits home, By all its powers attended, The objects of his favour. 145. For thy ascending up to heaven: 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. Extol his name for ever: strings, (songs; For heaven and all created things 2. Ye mourning souls, look upward you; Shake off all thoughts despairing: 146. Swertner. T. 590. WE sing thy praise, exalted Lamb, And now thou livest evermore; 2. We know thou never canst forget Us, thy weak members here: O may we live to thee. 2. Poor sinners, sing the Lamb that Yea, when we suffer in the least, died; (What theme can sound so sweet!) 3. Was ever grace, Lord, rich as Can aught so great be nam'd? 147. JESUS who died, is now J. Hart. Thou part with us wilt bear. 3. Thou with great tenderness art At what thy children feel: 4. Thou hast a tender sympathy Thou didst the same sustain. 5. And tho' in heaven exalted now, Yet thou to us art near; And listen'st to our prayer. Seated upon his throne: 2. The unworthiest of his friends 3. Blest Saviour, condescend I could not have a better friend 148. Watts. JESUS, our High-priest and our Who bear'st our flesh and blood, 149. (love, wast a (man, J. West. T. 14 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High-priest above; 4. He'll never quench the smoking Nor scorns the meanest name. |