Death is no more the King of Dread,
Since our Emmanuel rofe;
He took the Tyrant's Sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish Foes.
See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With Scars of Honour in his Flesh,
And Triumph in his Eyes.
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters Bleffings down;
Our Jefus fills the middle Seat -
Of the celeftial Throne.
Raife your Devotion, mortal Tongues,
To reach his blefs'd Abode;
Sweet be the Accents of our Songs,
To our incarnate God.
Bright Angels strike their loudeft Strings
Your sweetest Voices raife;
Let Heav'n, and all created Things,
Sound our Emmanuel's Praise.
AIL the Day that fees him rife,
Ravish'd from our wifhful Eyes!
Chrift a while to Mortals giv❜n,
Re-afcends his native Heav'n.
There the pompous Triumph waits,
"Lift your heads, eternal Gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant Scene,
"Take the King of Glory in,”
Circl'd around with Angel-Pow'rs,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqu❜ror o'er Death, Hell, and Sin,
Take the King of Glory in.
Him, though highest Heav'n receives,
Still he loves the Earth he leaves;
Though returning to his Throne,
Still he calls Mankind his own.
See, he lifts his Hands above;
See, he fhews the Prints of Love ;
Hark! his gracious Lips beftow
Bleffings on his Church below:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his Death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our Place,
Harbinger of human Race.
Mafter (may we ever fay)
Taken from our Head Io-day,
See, thy faithful Servants fee,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, though parted from our Sight,
High above yon azure Height,
Grant, our Hearts may thither rife,
Seeking thee beyond the Skies.
Ever upward may we move,
Wafted on the Wings of Love;
Looking when our Lord fhall come,
Longing, gasping after Home!
There may we with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless Reign;
There thy Face unclouded fee,
Find our Heav'n of Heav'ns in thee!
HYMN XLIV.
CHRIST'S Interceffion.
WELL! the Redeemer's gone.
T' appear before our God,
To sprinkle o'er the flaming Throne
With his atoning Blood.
No fier Vengeance now,
No burning Wrath comes down;
If Juftice calls for Sinners Blood,
The Saviour fhews his own.
Before his Father's Eye,
Our humble Suit he moves;
The Father lays his Thunder by,
And looks, and fmiles, and loves.
Now may our joyful Tongues Our Maker's Honours fing; Jefus the Priest receives our Songs, And bears 'em to the King.
HYMN XLV.
IFT up your Eyes to th' heav'nly Seats,
Where your Redeemer stays;
Kind Interceffor, there he fits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.
'Twas well, my Soul, he dy'd for thee,' And fhed his vital Blood;
Appeas'd ftern Juftice on the Tree,
And then arofe to God.
Petitions now, and Praise may rife,
And Saints their Off'rings bring;
The Prieft with his own Sacrifice
Prefents them to the King.
Ten thoufand Praises to the King,
Hofanna in the high'ft!
Ten thousand Thanks our Spirits bring
To God, and to his Christ.
HYMN XLVI.
Praifing CHRIST.
WAKE, and fing the Song
Of Mofes and the Lamb,
Wake ev'ry Heart and ev'ry Tongue,
To praife the Saviour's Name,
Sing of his dying Love,
Sing of his rifing Pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whofe Sins he bore.
Sing 'till we feel our Hearts Afcending with our Tongues, Sing 'till the Love of Sin departs, And Grace infpire our Songs.
Sing 'till we hear Chrift fay, "Your Sins are all forgiv'n :" Sing on rejoicing ev'ry Day,
'Till we all meet in Heav'n.
OME, my Brethren, Ifr'el's Race,
And hear me blefs my King;
Hear me my Beloved praife,
My Jefus do I fing:
Neither hear my Song alone,
But help, O help me to proclaim Jefus, our Creator's Son;
Jefus that lovely Name.
Others fing their Time away,
Who Jefus never knew;
Ought not we to pass our Day
In Joy and Singing too?
Others, have they Cause to blefs?
The Children of the King have more;
They have Chrift, their Righteousness !
Their Glory, Peace, and Pow'r.
Bow thy Throne, thou Son of God!
And with a living Coal
From the Altar, ftain'd with Blood,
Infpire each drowsy Soul.
Slaughter'd Lamb, who, who can fhew,
Or fully who can fing thy Praife?
Lord, we fail in Hymns below,
Teach! teach us heav'nly Lays.
HYMN XLVIII.
CHRIST Worshipped by all Creatures?
OME, let us join our chearful Songs,
With Angels round the Throne,
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