That he hath such invariably
To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen and me,
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,
A source of comfort and delight:
'Tis this makes life important. 4. He pardon'd me, like Magdalen; I love him, my Preserver; love him, but (it gives me pain)
I love not with such fervour :
When Jesus I shall once behold, Hammond. I then shall feel as she of old, T. 14. When he to her appeared.
To embrace thy feet in faith: Thou hast in our stead the curse endured, And for us eternal life procured; Joyful, we with one accord Hail thee as our risen Lord. 2. O thou matchless source of consolation,
Scarce thy resting moments end, When a heart-enlivening salutation To thy children thou dost send : We would share thy dear disciples' feeling,
As before their risen master kneeling:
VII. THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
138.
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,
T. 14. 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.
4. In the grave for me he lay,
Then arose with power and glorious,
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;
For your salvation pleads;
And, seated on his Father's throne,
He reigns and intercedes.
SURELY God is present here;
Since the Lord with grace and fa-
To my spirit doth appear,
As my Jesus, as my Saviour;
Sure, alternate grief and joy (ploy. 5. Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Did their hearts and thoughts em- Lamb,
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
In this present dispensation (his,
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.
Shalt take me to thee as I am;
Nothing but sin I thee can give;
Nothing but love I shall receive.
6. Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, 'Behold the way to God.'
THE Lord, who once on Calvary
bled,
(dead,
And rose triumphant from the
Pursues in heaven this plan of
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
T. 22. JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone; He whom I fix my hopes upon : His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. The man of sorrows bears a part; In all our grief, our grief he shares, 2. The way the holy prophets And rescues us from Satan's snares.
went, The way that leads from banish- 4. O let us then before his throne, The King's highway of holiness, With boldness make our sorrows I'll go, for all his paths are peace. known;
3. This is the way I long had And seek, from fears distrustful His grace to help in time of need.
sought,
And mourn'd because I found it
My grief a burden long had been, (172.)
Oppress'd with unbelief and sin.
GO up with shouts of praise, 4. The more I strove against their Go up, High-priest, to heaven, (more; Thou who the ransom'd race
power, I sinn'd and stumbled but the Hast on thy heart engraven : Till late, I heard my Saviour say, Though seated on thy throne, "Come hither, soul, I am the way." Thou deign'st to hear our prayer;
Thence he, your gracious Lord, will come
Z. To fetch your longing spirits home, T. 79. And crown your love and labour. 3. Since he o'er heaven bears sove
WHEN Christ, our Saviour, did
ascend,
The Father bid his hosts attend,
And worship his dear Son: (gaz'd,
With loud acclaims of joy they
And cheerful Hallelujahs rais'd,
Adoring humbly at his throne.
2. Can we thy triumphs e'er forget?
Shall we not worship at thy feet,
For all thy griefs and pain?
Yes, we will join the angelic throng,
In singing that eternal song,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was
slain."
By all its powers attended,
Than can be comprehended;
And has more graces to display
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,
3. The assembly, which with thee And lead us in the narrow way. (dress'd, 2. Tho' seated on thy Father's
Appears in spotless garments throne, Bows down and humbly sings; Thou ne'er wilt cease thy flock to We too thy saving name will bless, But always in their midst appear, And thee with heart and voice con- When in thy name assembled here. fess (kings. 3. For us to heaven thou didst
The Lord of lords and King of ascend,
To plead our cause, and to attend
T. 132. To all our wants, yea, to prepare
A place for us, thy bliss to share.
(175.)
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;
Extol his name for ever: (songs; Therefore we wait with eagerness,
Lo, angels strike their loudest Lord Jesus, to behold thy face.
strings, 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
T. 590. 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 Shake off all thoughts despairing: Our sins upon the tree:
And now thou livest evermore ; 2. We know thou never canst for-
O may we live to thee.
Us, thy weak members here: (get
2. Poor sinners, sing the Lamb Yea, when we suffer in the least,
that died;
Thou part with us wilt bear.
(What theme can sound so sweet!) 3. Thou with great tenderness art
His drooping head, his streaming touch'd
His pierced hands and feet; (side, At what thy children feel: (press'd
With all that scene of suffering When by temptations we
Which faith presents to view: (love, Thou know'st well what we ail.
For now he reigns and lives above, 4. Thou hast a tender sympathy
Yea, lives and reigns for you. With every grief and pain;
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.
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
And listen'st to our prayer.
6. What shall we say for this thy But 'fore thee prostrate lie, (love, T. 595. And thank thee that thou wast a 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.
Watts.
148. T. 14.
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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