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235. Christ's sufferings and Glory. 1 Now for a tune of lofty praise

To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice! in heavenly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.

2 Sing-how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above,-
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty Captive pris'ner lay;
Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

4 Amongst a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.

1 LORD! when thou didst ascend on high,
Ten thousand angels filled the sky;
Those heavenly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state.
2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious, when the Lord was there;
While he pronounced his dreadful law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains, like captives, led.
4 Raised by his Father to the throne,
He sent the promised Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

DARWELL.

John Darwell, cir. 1750.

say,-re-joice!

2

Your God and King adore;

Mortals! give thanks, and sing,

And triumph evermore :

Lift up your hearts,-lift up your voice, Rejoice! again, I say,-rejoice!

2 His kingdom cannot fail;

He rules o'er earth and heaven;

The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given;

Lift up your hearts,-lift up your voice, Rejoice! again, I say,--rejoice!

3 He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy;

And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:

Lift up your hearts,-lift up your voice, Rejoice! again, I say,-rejoice!

4 Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up

To their eternal home :

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice! Charles Wesley, 1746.

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The Offices of Christ.

1 GREAT Prophet of our God !

(502.)

Our tongues would bless thy name;

By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came :

The joyful news of sins forgiven,

Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.

2 Jesus, our great High-Priest,

Hath shed his blood and died;

My guilty conscience needs
No sacrifice beside;

His precious blood did once atone;
And now it pleads before the throne.

3 0 thou almighty Lord,

Our Conqueror and our King! Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing; Thine is the power; Oh! make us sit, In willing bonds, beneath thy feet. Isaac Watts, 1709, a.

1 YE SAINTS! your music bring,
Attuned to sweetest sound;
Strike every trembling string,
Till earth and heaven resound:
The triumphs of the cross we sing:
Awake, ye saints! each joyful string.

2 The cross-the cross alone

Subdued the powers of hell; Like lightning from his throne, The prince of darkness fell: The triumphs of the cross we sing ; Awake, ye saints! each joyful string. 3 The cross has power to save, From all the foes that rise; The cross has made the grave A passage to the skies:

The triumphs of the cross we sing; Awake, ye saints! each joyful string. Andrew Reed, 1817.

now to save.

1 GLORY, glory to our King! Crowns unfading wreathe his head; Jesus is the name we sing,

Jesus, risen from the dead; Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Jesus is gone up on high:

Angels come to meet their King; Shouts triumphant rend the sky, While the Victor's praise they sing : "Open now, ye heavenly gates! 'Tis the King of glory waits."

3 Now behold him high enthroned, Glory beaming from his face,

By adoring angels owned,

God of holiness and grace!

Oh! for hearts and tongues to sing'Glory, glory to our King!"

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Thomas Kelly, 1839.

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CORONATION.

C. M.

Oliver Holden, 1793.

Crowning Jesus Lord of all.

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 altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race!
Ye ransomed from the fall!

Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 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.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at thy feet.

3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly,
This spacious earth around;
Till every soul, beneath the sun,
Shall hear the joyful sound.

4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored;

And earth, with all her millions, shout Hosannas to the Lord.

Charles Wesley, 1749.