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They brought his chariot from above,
151. C. M. WATTS'S P.
Chrift's Kingdom and Priesthood. JESUS, our Lord, afcend thy throne,
And near thy Father fit:
In Zion fhall thy pow'r be known,
What wonders fhall thy gofpel do !
The num'rous drops of morning-dew,
"Melchifedek, that wond'rous prieft,
Jefus our Prieft for ever lives
God fhall exalt his glorious head,
And his high throne maintain;
Shall ftrike the pow'rs and princes dead,
OW fhall I my Savior fet forth?
O how fhall I fpeak of his worth,
Nor faints who fit nearest his throne,
In him all the fulness of God,
Eternal his kingdom shall be.
And dwelt in a cottage of clay :
O finners, believe and adore
Come, all ye who see yourselves loft
153. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
The Keys of the unfeen World in Chrift's Hand. & baA
The fpacious world unfeen is his,
And fov'reign pow'r becomes him well.de mork
In fhame and torment once he dy❜d.;
Bow down, ye faints, around his feat,
So live for ever, glorious Lord,
To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends; el o While all thy chofen tribes rejoice,
That thy dominion never ends.
Worthy thy hand to hold the keys,
Guided by wisdom, and by love; Worthy to rule o'er mortal life,
O'er worlds below, and worlds above. son ve When death thy fervants fhall invade,
When pow'rs of hell thy church annoy, an a Controul'd by thee, their rage fhall help
The cause they labour'd to destroy. (4) ne sa
For ever reign, victorious King:
Wide thro' the earth thy name be known; AN And call my longing foul to fing
Sublimer anthems near thy throne.
154. L. M.
The Interceffion of Chrift.
ESUS has fhed
his vital blood,
To bring my wand'ring foul to God And ftill to manifeft his love,
He lives, and pleads for me above.
Father, I will," the Savior cries,
"That this poor foul at length may rise
"His pains and toils fhall have an end; "His happy foul to God afcend;
"Soon he fhall reach the peaceful shore, "Where fin fhall wound his heart no more.
Father, I will, that he should prove,
"The wonders of redeeming love;
THE EXALTATION OF CHRIST.
155. C. M.
The Glory of Chrift in Heaven.
H, the delights, the heav'nly joys,
Where Jefus fheds the brightest beams
Sweet majefty and awful love
Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright fceptres down; Dominions, thrones and pow'rs rejoice To fee him wear the crown.
Archangels found his lofty praise
Those foft, thofe bleffed feet of his,
His head, the dear majestic head,
This is th' eternal Son of God,