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See, He lifts His hands above;
See, He shows the prints of love ;
Hark! His gracious lips bestow
Blessings on His church below:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent His death He pleads ;
Next Himself prepares our place,
Saviour of the human race.

“ Master,” may we ever say,
“ Taken from our head to-day,
See thy faithful servants, see !
Ever gazing up to Thee !
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee beyond the skies !”

Ever upward may we move,
Wafted on the wings of love :
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home!
There may we with Thee remain,
Partners of Thine endless reign ;
There Thy face unclouded see,
Find our Heaven of Heavens in Thee.



Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace ;
Rise from transitory things

Toward heaven thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-

Both speed them to their source.
So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view His glorious face :
Upwards tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize ; Soon the Saviour will return

Triumphant in the skies. Yet a season, and ye know

Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.


WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears.

He who for men their surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the friend of man.

Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye :
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.

Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains ;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, His agonies, and cries.

In every pang that reads the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

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