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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 blest.

John Wesley and Charles Wesley, 1745

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C.M. THI THE head, that once was crowned with

thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords

Is his, is his by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

And heaven's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above;

The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love

And grants his Name to know.

4 To them the cross with all its shame,

With all its grace is given; Their name, an everlasting name,

Their joy, the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with him above, Their profit and their joy to know

The mystery of his love. 6 The cross he bore is life and health,

Though shame and death to him: His people's hope, his people's wealth, Their everlasting theme.

Thomas Kelly, 189

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189

S.M.D. WHOU art gone up on high

To mansions in the skies; And round thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise:
But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send thy promised Comforter,

And lead us to thy rest. 2 Thou art gone up on high;

But thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony,

To pass unto thy crown; And girt with griefs and fears

Our onward course must be; But only let that path of tears

Lead us at last to thee.
3 Thou art gone up on high;

But thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in thy train.
Lord, by thy saving power

So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At thy right hand on high. Amen.

Emma Toke, 1851

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190

S.M.D. YROWN him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own:
Awake, my soul, and sing

Of him who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless King

Through all eternity.

2 Crown him the Son of God

Before the worlds began,
And ye, who tread where he hath trod,

Crown him the Son of man;
Who every grief hath known

That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for his own,

That all in him may rest.

3 Crown him the Lord of Life,

Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife

For those he came to save; His glories now we sing

Who died, and rose on high, Who died, eternal life to bring,

And lives that death may die.

4 Crown him of lords the Lord,

Who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, the Incarnate Word,

For ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light,

Where saints with angels sing
Their songs before him day and night,

Their God, Redeemer, King.

5 Crown him the Lord of heaven,

Enthroned in worlds above;
Crown him the King, to whom is given

The wondrous name of Love.
Crown him with many crowns,

As thrones before him fall, Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns, For he is King of all.

Matthew Bridges, 1861. cenk

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191

8.7.8.7 D. AIL, thou once despised Jesus!

Hail, thou Galilean King! Thou didst suffer to release us;

Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,

Bearer of our sin and shame! By thy merit we find favour:

Life is given through thy Name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins on thee were laid: By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of thy blood: Opened is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,

There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,

Seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading:

There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear. 4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing

Thou art worthy to receive: Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits!

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays! Help to sing our Saviour's merits! Help to chant Emmanuel's praise!

Amen. John Bakewell, 1757; Martin Madan, 1760;

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

192

C.M.
A
LL 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 altar call: Extol the Stem-of-Jesse's rod,

And crown him Lord of all!

3 Hail him, the Heir of David's line,

Whom David, Lord did call; The God incarnate! Man divine!

And crown him Lord of all!

4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all!

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all!

6 Let every kindred, every tribe,

Before him prostrate fall! To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all!

Edward Perronet, 1779, alt.

193

8.7.8.7 D.

His the scepter, his the throne; Alleluia! his the triumph,

His the victory alone:

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