Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

o 2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,-
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

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3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space,

I'll spend a long eternity,

In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years, my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore

The glories of thy love.

-5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight,
From all thy graces spring.

o 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;

u Fly, for my spirit longs to see

My Saviour, and my God.]

HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. []

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1H who clothed himself in clay! OSANNA to the Prince of light,

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode ;

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,

Sound our Emmanuel's praise.)

HYMN 77. L. M. Leeds. Blendon. [*]
The Christian Warfare.
• 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armour on ;

March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone.
-2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
o But hell and sin are vanquished foes:
o Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph-when he rose.

e 3 (What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite?

d Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.
e 4 What though thine inward lust rebel?
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
-The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.)
o 5 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
o There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
s 6 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

HYMN 78. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Redemption by Christ.

1 W Rebelled against their God,

THEN the first parents of our race

And the infection of their sin

Had tainted all our blood;

2 Infinite pity touched the heart
Of the eternal Son;

Descending from the heavenly court,
He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of glory threw

His most divine array;

And wrapped his Godhead in a veil
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living power, and dying love,
Redeemed unhappy men!

And raised the ruins of our race
To life and God again.

5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul
We joyfully resign;

Blest Jesus, take us for thy own,

For we are doubly thine.

6 Thy honour shall forever be
The business of our days;
Forever shall our thankful tongues

Speak thy deserved praise.]

HYMN 79. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*]

Praise to the Redeemer.

P1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,

We wretched sinners lay

Without one cheerful beam of hope,

Or spark of glimmering day!

a 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

o He saw-and (O amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled,

e Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

o 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains;

Jesus has freed our captive souls

From everlasting pains.

-5 [In vain the baffled prince of hell
His cursed projects tries;

We, who were doomed his endless slaves,
Are raised above the skies.]

86 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break;

And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

e 7 (Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord; Our souls are all on flame :

o Hosanna round the spacious earth To thine adored name.)

u 8 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

-But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN 80. S. M.

Dover. [*]

God's awful Power and Goodness.
10 How matchless is his power!
H! the almighty Lord,

Tremble, O earth, beneath his word,-
While all the heavens adore.
2 Let proud, imperious kings
Bow low before his throne:
Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the skies he reigns;
And, with amazing blows,

He deals insufferable pains
On his rebellious foes.
4 Yet, everlasting God,

We love to speak thy praise;
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,
The sceptre of thy grace.
5 The arms of mighty love
Defend our Zion well;

And heavenly mercy walls us round,
From Babylon and hell.

6 Salvation to the King,

Who sits enthroned above:

Thus we adore the God of might,
And bless the God of love.]

HYMN 81. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Our Sin the Cause of Christ's Death.

1 [ AND now the scales have left mine eyes,

Now I begin to see;

O the cursed deeds my sins have done!
What murderous things they be!
2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord
That thy fair body tore ?

Monsters--that stained those heavenly limbs
With floods of purple gore?

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
My dearest Lord was slain,—
When justice seized God's only Son,
And put his soul to pain?

4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace!
I'll wound my God no more:

Hence, from my heart, ye sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.

5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms
From grace's magazine;
And I'll proclaim eternal war

With every darling sin.]

HYMN 82. C. M. Mear. [*]
Triumph over Spiritual Enemies.

1 ARISE, my soul, my joyful powers,
And triumph in my God;

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell;
And fixed my standing more secure,
Than 'twas before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love
Beneath my soul he placed;
And on the rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode
Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,
And all his legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life,
And bounds his raging power.

o 6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice
And tunes of pleasure sing;

o Lond hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King.

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HYMN 83. C. M.

Mear. [*]

The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.
HUS saith the Ruler of the skies,
Awake, my dreadful sword:

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