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Th' Almighty Conqu❜ror reigns on high,
He's now fat down above,
To plead the Victories he has won,
Upon a Throne of Love.

What tho' the Powers of Hell combine,
To drive our Souls away;
Death, Sin and Hell, are vanquish'd Foes,
Rife up, our Souls away.

'Tis finifh'd! faid he long ago.
When he on Earth did Die;
But now 'tis finish'd double fo,
For he's afcended high.

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HY M N CCIX.

The fame.

Mmanuel to Heaven is gone,
And fits at God's right Hand,
Before him round the glorious Throne,
Thousand of Thousands ftand.

With Worship, all his Angels own

His Majefty and Grace,

And all the Elders now caft down,
Their Crowns before his Face.

The heavenly Hofts furround th' Abode,
Of this exalted King,

And Songs of Praife to him, their God,
With chearful Voices Sing.

Glory

Glory to thee is all their Song,
Who for thy Saints were Slain,
Wisdom and Power to thee belong,
And endless Praise, Amen.

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PSALM XXIV. 7. Lift up your Heads, &c.

UR Lord is rifen from the Dead,
Our Jefus is gone up on high,
The Powers of Hell are Captive led,
Drag'd to the Portals of the Skie.

There his Triumphant Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the Solemn Lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly Gates,
Ye everlasting Doors give way.

Loose all your Bars of Maffy Light,
And wide unfold th' etherial Scene:
He claims these Manfions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.

Who is the King of Glory? who?
The Lord, that all his Foes o'ercame,
The World, Sin, Death, and Hell o'erthrew,
And Jefus is the. Conqueror's Namo

Lo! his Triumphant Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the Solemn Lay:
Lift up your Heads, ye heavenly Gates,
Ye Everlafting Doors give way.

Who

Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord of glorious Power poffeft, The King of Saints, and Angels too, God over all, for ever bleft.

HY M N CCXI.

Chrift's Exaltation.

TOfanna to the Prince of Light,
That cloath'd himself in Clay,

Enter'd the Iron Gates of Death,
And tore the Bars away.

Death is no more the King of Dread,
Since our Emmanuel rofe ;
He took the Tyrants Sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish Foes,

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

With Scars of honour in his Flesh,
And Triumphs in his Eyes.

There our exalted Saviour Reigns,
And scatters Blethings down;
Our Jefus fills the middle Seat,
Of the Cœleftial Throne.

Raise your Devotion, Mortal Tongues
To reach his blefs'd Abode;

Sweet be the Accents of our Songs,
To our incarnate God.

Bright Angels ftrike their loudest Strings,
Your sweetest Voices raise,

Let Heaven, and all created Things,
Sound our Emmanuels Praise.

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Interceffion of Christ.

WAKE my Soul and Sing,
A joyful Song of Praise,

To Jefus thy exalted King,
A thankful Tribute raise.

See him once crown'd with Thorns,
And on the Cross expire!
But Glory now his Head adorns,
While heav'nly Hofts admire.

Enthron'd at God's right Hand,
He who on Earth o'ercame;
An Advocate with God now ftands,
For all who love his Name.

He ever Lives, and bears

Their Names upon his Breaft, And heav'nly Manfions he prepares For their eternal Reft.

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HAIL holy, holy, holy Lord!

Be endless Praise to thee;

Supreme

Supreme, effential one ador'd,
În co-eternal three!

Enthron'd in everlasting State,
E'er Time its Round began,
Who join'd in Council to create
The Dignity of Man.

All that the Name of Creatures own,
To thee in Hymns afpire:
May we as Angels on our Thrones,
For ever join the Choir !

Hail holy, holy, holy Lord!
Be endless Praise to thee;
Supreme, effential one ador'd,
In co-eternal three!

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