CARLISLE.

S. M.

CHARLES LOCKHART.

251 The victory of the cross.
1 JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns,
In glorious strength arrayed;
His kingdom over all maintains,
And bids the earth be glad:

2 Ye sons of men, rejoice

In Jesus' mighty love;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
To him who rules above.

3 Extol his kingly power;
Kiss the exalted Son,

Who died, and lives to die no more,
High on his Father's throne:

4 Our Advocate with God,

He undertakes our cause,

And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross.

CHARLES WESLEY.

252

Christ, our Intercessor.

1 LORD, how shall sinners dare
Look up to thine abode,
Or offer their imperfect prayer
Before a holy God?

2 Bright terrors guard thy seat,
And glories veil thy face;
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,
And to thy throne of grace.

3 My soul, with cheerful eye
See where thy Saviour stands,
The glorious Advocate on high,
With incense in his hands.

4 Teach my weak heart, O Lord,
With faith to call thee mine;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word-
Father, with joy divine.

ANNE STEELE.

HEBER.

C. M.

GEORGE KINGSLEY.

254 Our merciful High Priest.

1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out strong cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every trying hour.

ISAAC WATTS.

1 JESUS, the Lord of glory, died,

That we might never die;

And now he reigns supreme, to guide
His people to the sky.

2 Weak though we are, he still is near, To lead, console, defend;

In all our sorrow, all our fear,
Our all-sufficient Friend.

3 From his high throne in bliss he deigns Our every prayer to heed;

Bears with our folly, soothes our pains, Supplies our every need.

4 And from his love's exhaustless spring, Joys like a river come,

To make the desert bloom and sing,
O'er which we travel home.

5 O Jesus, there is none like thee,
Our Saviour and our Lord;
Through earth and heaven exalted be,
Beloved, obeyed, adored.

BAPTIST W. NOEL.

256 King of kings, and Lord of lords.

1 THE head that once was crowned with

thorns,

Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords Is to our Jesus given;

The King of kings, and Lord of lords, He reigns o'er earth and heaven:

3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below,

To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his name to know.

4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name, an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above;
Their everlasting joy to know
The mystery of his love.

THOMAS KELLY.

DIADEMATA. S. M. D.

SIR GEORGE J. ELVEY.

257 On his head were many crowns.

Rev. 19: 12.

1 CROWN him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;

Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing,

Of him who died for thee,

And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.

2 Crown him the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,-

Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so great.

3 Crown him the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round his piercéd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

4 Crown him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,

Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!

All hail! Redeemer, hail!
For thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.

258

MATTHEW BRIDGES.

[8, 7. Tune, Stockwell. Page 42.] His speaking blood.

1 FATHER, hear the blood of Jesus,
Speaking in thine ears above:
From impending wrath release us;
Manifest thy pardoning love.

20 receive us to thy favor,-
For his only sake receive;
Give us to the bleeding Saviour,
Let us by his dying live.

3 "To thy pardoning grace receive them,
Once he prayed upon the tree;
Still his blood cries out, "Forgive them;
All their sins were laid on me."

4 Still our Advocate in heaven,
Prays the prayer on earth begun,
"Father, show their sins forgiven;
Father, glorify thy Son!"

CHARLES WESLEY.

ESSEX.

7.

THOMAS CLARK.

259

The Lord is risen.

1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen again,
Christ has broken every chain;
Hark! angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high,

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
2 He who gave for us his life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day!
We, too, sing for joy, and say,

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
3 He who bore all pain and loss,
Comfortless, upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us, and hears our cry;
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

4 Now he bids us tell abroad
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we, too, may enter heaven!

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

MICHAEL WEISSE. TR. BY MISS C. WINKWORTH.

260 The Lord is risen.

1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high;"
Sing, ye heavens,-and earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened paradise.

1 HAIL the day that sees Him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends his native heaven.

2 There the pompous triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in!

3 Circled round with angel powers,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqueror over death and sin,
Take the King of glory in!

4 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

5 See, he lifts his hands above i
See, he shows the prints of love!
Hark, his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his Church below!

6 Saviour, parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.

CHARLES WESLEY.

FULTON. 7.

WILLIAM BATCHELDER BRADBURY.

TOTD

262 Earnest of endless rest.
1 GRACIOUS Spirit, Love divine,
Let thy light within me shine!
All my guilty fears remove;
Fill me with thy heavenly love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me;
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God;
Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray;
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine;
Keep me, Lord, forever thine..

JOHN STOCKER.

263 His grace entreated. 1 HOLY SPIRIT, Truth divine! Dawn upon this soul of mine; Word of God, and inward Light! Wake my spirit, clear my sight. 2 Holy Spirit, Love divine! Glow within this heart of mine; Kindle every high desire; Perish self in thy pure fire! 3 Holy Spirit, Power divine! Fill and nerve this will of mine; By thee may I strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive.

4 Holy Spirit, Right divine!

King within my conscience reign;
Be my law, and I shall be
Firmly bound, forever free.

SAMUEL LONGFELLOW.

264 The gracious Comforter.

1 GRANTED is the Saviour's prayer,
Sent the gracious Comforter;
Promise of our parting Lord,
Jesus, to his heaven restored;

2 Christ, who now gone up on high, Captive leads captivity,

While his foes from him receive
Grace, that God with man may live.
3 God, the everlasting God,
Makes with mortals his abode;
Whom the heavens cannot contain,
He vouchsafes to dwell in man.
4 Never will he thence depart,
Inmate of a humble heart;
Carrying on his work within,
Striving till he cast out sin.

5 There he helps our feeble moans,
Deepens our imperfect groans,
Intercedes in silence there,
Sighs the unutterable prayer.

6 Come, divine and peaceful Guest,
Enter our devoted breast:
Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Kindle there the gospel fire.
7 Crown the agonizing strife,
Principle and Lord of life:
Life divine in us renew,
Thou the Gift and Giver too!

CHARLES WESLEY,