II. There the pompous Triumph waits, "Lift your Heads eternal Gates, "Wide unfold the radiant Scene, "Take the King of Glory in! III. Circled round with Angel Pow'rs, IV. Tho' returning to his Throne, Still he calls Mankind his own. Him tho' highest Heav'n receives, Still he loves the Earth he leaves. ས. See! he lifts his Hands above! See! he fhews the Prints of Love! Hark! his gracious Lips bestow Bleffings on his Church below! VI Still for us his Death he pleads; VII. Mafter, (will we ever fay) Taken from our Head To-day; See thy faithful Servants, fee! Ever gazing up to Thee. VIII. Grant, tho' parted from our Sight, High above yon azure Height, Grant our Hearts may thither rife, IX. Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the Wings of Love, Looking when our Lord fhall come, Longing, gafping after Home. X. There we fhall with Thee remain, Partners of 1 hy endless Reign; There thy Face unclouded fee, Find our Heav'n of Heav'ns in Thee! G HYMN for WHITSUNDAY. 1. RANTED is the Saviour's Pray'r, Fromife of our parting LORD, JESUS to his Heav'n reftor'd II. CHRIST; who now gone up on high, While his Foes from Him receive III. GOD, the everlafting GoD, Makes with Morials his Abode, Whom the Heav'ns cannot contain, He vouchfates to dwell in Man. Never IV. Never will he thence depart, Inmate of an humble Heart'; Carrying on his Work within, Striving till he caft out Sin. V. There he helps our feeble Moans, Deepens our imperfect Groans; Intercedes in Silence there, Sighs th' Unutterable Pray'r. VI. Come, divine and peaceful Guest, HOLY GHOST, Our Hearts infpire, VII. Crown the agonizing Strife, Principal, and Lord of Life; Thou the Gift and Giver too : VIH. Now defcend and shake the Earth, Now thy quick'ning Influence give, IX. Brood Thou o'er our Nature's Night, Darkness kindles into Light; Spread thy over fhadowing Wings, Order from Confufion fprings. X. Pain, and Sin, and Sorrow cease, Thee we tafte, and all is Peace ; Joy divine in Thee we prove, Light of Truth, and Fire of Love. D 3 JOHN XVI. 24. Ask, and ye shall receive, that your Joy may be fuil. I. ISE, my Soul, with Ardor rife, R Breath thy Wishes to the Skies; Freely pour out all thy Mind, Readier is thy God to give. II. Heav'nly Father, Gop of all, LORD, I ask in JESU's Name! II. Friend of Sinners, King of Saints, IV. Meek and lowly be my Mind, Only CHRIST refolv'd to know, Suffer V. Suffer me no more to grieve, Wanting what Thou long'ft to give, Shew me all thy Goodnefs, LORD, Beaming from th' incarnate Word, CHRIST, in whom thy Glories fhine, Efflux of the Light divine. VI. Since the Son hath made me free, Let me tafte my Liberty, 'Thee behold with open Face, Thy great Will delight to prove, VII. Since the Son hath bought my Peace, Mine thou art, as I am his : Mine the Comforter I fee, CHRIST is full of Grace for me: Mine (the Purchase of his Blood VIII. Abba Father! hear thy Child Late in JESUS reconcil'd! Hear, and all the Graces fhow'r, All the Joy, and Peace, and Pow'r, All my Saviour afks above, All the Life and Heav'n of Love. IX. LORD, I will not let thee go, Till THE BLESSING thou bestow: Stoop |