38. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Humiliation, Exaltation, and Triumph. that distributes crowns and

Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans; The Prince of Life resigns his breath, The King of Glory bows to death.

2 But, see the wonders of his power

He triumphs in his dying hour;
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

3 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood;
Thus he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

39. C. M. Watts.

Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.
SING my Saviour's wondrous death:
He conquer'd when he fell :
"Tis finish'd, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

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2 "Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown.

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints, from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns,
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

40. S. M. Watts.

C

The Sufferings and Exaltation of Christ.
NOME, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
"Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.
2 Alas! the cruel spear

Went deep into his side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
The murderous weapon dyed.

3 The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er his bosom roll;
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.

4 Down to the shades of death
He bow'd his awful head,
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.

5 No more the bloody spear,

The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heavens adore.

41. C. M. W. & B.*

Christ adored by Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16.
Brar as th' eternal hills,
EYOND the glittering starry sky,

There in the boundless world of joy
Our great Redeemer dwells.

2 Legions of angels strong and fair, In countless armies shine

At his right hand, with golden harps,
To offer songs divine.

3 Through all his travels here below, They did his steps attend

Whenever W. & B. occurs, it signifies Williams and Boden.

Oft wondering when, or where, or how, The mystic scene would end.

4 They saw his heart transfixt with wounds, His crimson sweat and gore;

They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er broke before.

5 They brought his chariot from above, To bear him to his throne; Clapt their triumphant wings, and cried, "The glorious work is done!'

42. C. M. Watts.

Christ ascending and reigning.

O

FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge guide the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

43. L. M. Rippon's Selection. Christ's Ascension. Psalni xxiv. 7.

is risen from the

Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive ledDragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits And angels chant the solemn lay;

'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors give way!"

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right;-
Receive the King of Glory in.
4 'Who is the King of Glory, who?'
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell, o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

44. L. M. Watts. The Ministry of Angels.

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REAT God! to what a glorious height
Hast thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son!
Angels, in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.

2 Before his feet thy armies wait,

And swift as flames of fire they move,
To manage his affairs of state,
In works of vengeance, and of love.

3 Now they are sent to guide our feet,
Up to the gates of thine abode;
Through all the dangers that we meet,
In travelling up the heavenly road.

4 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shalt bid me rise and come,
Send a beloved angel down,
Safe to conduct my spirit home.

45. C. M.

Watts.
The glory of Christ in heaven.
THE delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!

O

2 Sweet majesty and awful love,
Sit smiling on his brow;

And all the glorious ranks above,
At humble distance bow.

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3 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive at his feet.

4 Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
That once rude iron tore-
High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the heavens adore.

5 His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound-
See! what immortal glories shine
And circle it around!

6 This is the Man, the exalted Man,
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

46. L. M.

Cennick.

Jesus Christ the way to Heaven. John xiv.
ESUS my all to heaven is gone,

my

His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophet went,

The road that leads from banishment, The King's high-way of holiness I'll go; for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief, my burden, long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, 'Come hither, soul, I am the way.' 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am; My sinful self to thee 1 giveNothing but love shall I receive.