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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,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqu’ror over Death and Sin,
Take the King of Glory in!

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.

V.
See! he lifts his Hands above !
See! he shew's the Prints of Love !
Hark! his gracious Lips bestow
Blessings on his Church below!

VI
Still for us his Death he pleads ;
Prevalent, He intercedes ;
Near himself

prepares our Place,
Harbinger of human Race,

VII.
Master, (will we ever say)
Taken from our Head To-day :
See thy faithful Servants, see!
Ever gazing up to Thee.

VII.
Grant, tho' parted from our Sighe,
High above yon azure Height,

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Grant our Hearts may

thither rise, Following 'Thee beyond the Skies.

Ix.
Ever upward let us move,
Mafted on the Wings of Love,
Looking when our Lord fháll come,
Longing, gasping after Home.

X.
There we shall with Thee remaix,
Partners of Thy endless Reign ;
These thy Face unclouded see,
Find our Heav'n of Heav'ns in Thee !

HYMN for WHITSUNDAY.

1.
PRANTED is the Saviour's Pray'r,

Sent the gracious Comforter ;
Promise of our parting LORD,
Jesus to his Heav'n reitor'd:

II.
CHRIST; who now gone up on higlio
Captive leads Captivity,
While his Foes from Him receive
Grace, that God with Man may live.

III.
GOD, the everlasting God,
Makes with Morials bis Abode,
Whom the Heav'ns cannot contain,
He vouch sates to dwell in Man.

Never

Iv.
Never will he thence depart,
Inmate of an humble Heart;
Carrying on his Work within,
Striving till he cast out Sin.

V.
There he helps our feeble Moans,
Deepens our imperfect Groans ;
Intercedes in Silencé there,
Sighs th' Unutterable Pray'r.

VI.
Come, divine and peaceful Guest,
Enter our devoted Breast ;
Holy Ghost, our Hearts inspire,
Kindle there the Golpel fire.

VIT.
Crown the agonizing Strife,
Principal, and LORD of Life ;
Life divine in us renew,
Thou the Gift and Giver too :

VIH.
Now descend and shake the Earth,
Wake us into fecond Birth;
Now thy quick’ning Influence give,
Blow and these dry Bones Mall live.

Ix.
Brood Thou o'er our Nature's Night,
Darkness kindles into Light;
Spread thy over shadowing Wings,
Order from Confusion springs.

X.
Pain, and Sin, and Sorrow cease;
Thee we taste, and all is Peace ;
Joy divine in Thee we prove,
Light of Truth, and Fire of Love.

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Breath thy Wishes to the Skies;
Freely pour out all thy Mind,
Seek, and thou art sure to find ;
Ready art thou to receive ?
Readier is thy God to give.

II.
Heav'nly Father, God of all,
Hear, and shew Thou hear'st my Call;
Let my Cries thy Throne affail
Ent'ring now within the Veil :
Give the Benefits I claim-
LORD, I ak in Jesu's Name!

III.
Friend of Sinners, King of Saints,
Answer my minuteft Wants,
All my largest Thoughts require,
Grant me all my Heart's Desire,
Give me, till my Cup run o'er,
All, and infinitely more.

IV.
Meek and lowly be my Mind,
Pure my Heart, my Will resign'd!!
Keep me dead to all below,
Only CHRIST refoly'd to know,
Firm, and disengag'd, and free,
Seeking all my Blils in Thce.

Suffer

V.
Suffer me no more to grieve,
Wanting what Thou long't to give,
Shew me all thy Goodness, LORD,
Beaming from th' incarnate Word,
CHRIST, in whom thy Glories shine,
Eflux of the Light divine.

VI.
Since the Son hath made me free,
Let me tafte my Liberty,
'Thee behold with open Face,
Triumph in thy saving Grace,
Thy great Will delight to prove,
Glory in thy perfect Love.

VII.

Since the Son hath bought my Peace,
Mine thou art, as I am his :
Mine the Comforter I see,
CHRIST is full of Grace for me :
Mine (the Parchase of his Blood)
All the Plenitude of GOD.

VIII.
Abba Father ! hear thy Child
Late in Jesus reconcild !.
Hear, and all the Graces show'r,
All the Joy, and Peace, and Pow's,
All
my

Saviour alks above,
All the Life and Heav'n of Love.

Ix.
LORD, I will not let thee go,
Till THE BLESSING chou bestow :
Hear my Adyocate divine :
Lo; to His my Suit I join :
Join'd to His it cannot fail.
Bless me, for I will prevail.

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