There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the' ethereal scene
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.
Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;-
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord of glorious power possest;
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all for ever blest.
St. Peter-p. 54.] HYMN 524. L. M.
HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground: Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load: He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see: Jesus, the dead, revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb; (In vain the tomb forbids his rise ;)
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him "Welcome to the skies'!" 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliv'rer reigns: Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains!
Say, "Live for ever, wond'rous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?"
And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?”
Adisham-p. 76.] HYMN 525. L. M
Yfrisen indeed with him ye are,
E faithful souls, who Jesus know,
Superior to the joys below,
His resurrection's power declare.
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove:
By actions show your sins forgiven!
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ your Head to heaven
3 There your exalted Saviour see,
Seated at God's right hand again,
In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pomp to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place:
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.
5 For who by faith your Lord receive,
Ye nothing seek or want beside;
Dead to the world and sin ye live;
Your creature.love is crucified.
6 Your real life with Christ conceal'd,
Deep in the Father's bosom lies;
And glorious as your Head reveal'd,
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.
Eaton-p. 50.] HYMN 526. L. M.
WEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing!
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth by night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast,
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part:
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.
4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And every hour find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.
Devotion-p. 45.] HYMN 527. C. M.
MAY 1, throughout this day of thine,
Be in thy Spirit, Lord,
Spirit of humble fear divine,
That trembles at thy word.
2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,
And fix on things above
Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.
Sharon-p. 89.] HYMN 528.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise:
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day in such a place
Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days,
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.
Petersburgh-p. 68.] HYMN 529. L. M.
RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest,
Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns,
So sweet a rest to wearied minds
Provides a blest foretaste of heaven,
On this day more than all the seven.
3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the best pledge of glorious rest.
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 With joy, great God, thy works we scan,
Creation's scene, redemption's plan,
With praise we think on mercies past,
With hope we future pleasures taste.
6 In holy duties let the day,
In holy comforts pass away;
How sweet! a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
Berstead-p. 116.] HYMN 530. 6 lines 8s.
HE Saviour meets his flock to-day,
Shall I in sloth abide at home?
Shall I behind the people stay,
When Jesus kindly bids me come?
I'll go; it is a place of prayer,
In hope that God may meet me there.
2 How long did faithful Hannah wait,
And serv'd the Lord for many years,
Attending at the temple gate,
With fasting, and with many tears?
She seldom left the house of prayer,
Till God was pleas'd to meet her there.
3 Then, O my Lord! give me the power; And like the saints, I'll watch for thee; In earnest wait the joyful hour,
When thou shalt be reveal'd in me : Now give the justifying grace,
And sav'd from sin, show me thy face.
4 Remove temptation, O my Lord:
And let mine enemies be slain,
Which would withdraw me from thy word,
And plunge me in the world again :
And always ready may I stand,
To take my seat at thy right hand.
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