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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;
3 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
39. C. M. Watts.
Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.
2 "Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries,
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
When through the regions of the dead
4 Exalted at his Father's side
5 The saints, from his propitious eye
40. S. M. Watts.
The Sufferings and Exaltation of Christ.
Went deep into his side,
3 The waves of swelling grief
4 Down to the shades of death
5 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
41. C. M. W. & B.*
Christ adored by Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16.
There in the boundless world of joy
2 Legions of angels strong and fair, In countless armies shine
At his right hand, with golden harps,
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,
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.
FOR a shout of sacred joy
2 Jesus our God ascends on high;
3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
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,
44. L. M. Watts. The Ministry of Angels.
REAT God! to what a glorious height
2 Before his feet thy armies wait,
And swift as flames of fire they move,
3 Now they are sent to guide our feet,
4 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
45. C. M.
2 Sweet majesty and awful love,
And all the glorious ranks above,
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
4 Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
5 His head, the dear majestic head,
6 This is the Man, the exalted Man,
46. L. M.
Jesus Christ the way to Heaven. John xiv.
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.