King of glory, mount thy throne, 7 Let Immanuel be ador'd, To creation's utmost bound, Let th' immortal praise resound. Hal. [Tune, Cheshunt—Lock Hos.] Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7-10. 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly 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 conqu'rors name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 6 "Who is the king of glory, who?" The Lord of boundless pow'r possest, The king of saints, and angels too, God over all, forever blest! Hymn 28. C. M. double. Rejoicing in Hope of Future Glory. 1 AND let this feeble body fail, My soul shall quit the mournful vale, n; And gladly wander up and down, And wipe away his servant's tears, 3 O, what hath Jesus bought for me! Rivers of life divine I see, Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Hymn 29. S. M. double. [Tune, Unity.], Christian Soldier. 1 HARK! how the watchmen ery: 2 See on the mountain top, 3 4 To all the nations call: Let all to Jesus' cross draw nigh; Go up with Christ your Head, All pow'r to him is giv'n : He ever reigns the same: Only have faith in God In faith your foes assail: Not wrestling against flesh and blood, 1 2 3 From thrones of glory driv'n, Hymn 30. S. M. double. Christian Soldier. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies, Strong in the Lord of hosts, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. Stand then against your foes But meet the sons of night, Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul, Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace, Indissolubly join'd, To battle all proceed; But arm yourselves with all the mind That was in Christ your head. 4 Let truth the girdle be, That binds your armour on, In faithful, firm sincerity, Let faith and love combine 5 Still let your feet be shod, Ruin is spread beneath, And safe through all the snares of death, Hymn 31. L. M. The Christian Soldier. 1 O, MAKE me, Lord, what I should be, To boldly face the enemy; That when alarm'd to call the Lord, And pass the word to all the guard. 2 Grant me the weapons of thy word, The spirit's powerful two-edg'd sword, To slay my foes where'er they be, And own the vict'ry won by thee. Thou art my Lord, keep me, I pray, That I may run the heav'nly way; Nor from my duty e'er depart, But live to Christ with all my heart. 4 Help me to walk in humbleness, March in the way of holiness; O make me pure and spotless too, And fit to stand the grand review. 5 That when our General shall come, With sound of trumpet, not of drum, 'Tis then our well dress'd ranks shall stand, In full review at God's right hand. |