Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in!

2

Him, though highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves :
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3

Master, (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to day,
See thy faithful servant, see,
Ever gazing up to thee !

Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,

Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.

4

Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home;
There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heav'n of heav'n in thee.

HYMN 123. P. M.

ANGELS! roll the rock away;

Death! yield up thy mighty prey :
See! he rises from the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah.

2

'Tis the Saviour! Angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise ; Let the earth's remotest bound

Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hallelujah.

3

Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,

Now to glory see him rise,

In long triumph up the sky,

Up to waiting worlds on high. Hallelujah.

4

Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious Jesus, through them ride ;

King of glory, mount thy throne,

Thy great Father's and thine own. Hallelujah.

5

Praise him all ye heav'nly choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song!

Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hallelujah.

6

Ev'ry note with wonder swell,

Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell:

Where is hell's once dreaded king?

Where, O death, thy mortal sting? Hallelujah.

HYMN 124. C. M.

O FOR a shout of sacred joy

To God the Sov’reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2

Jesus our God ascends on high ;
His heav'nly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3

While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains :
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4

Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5

In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6

The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abrah'm's God is known,

While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.

HYMN 125. L. M.

Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above!
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wond'rous love.

2

While seraphs tune the immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.

3

Jesus, who once upon the tree

In agonizing pains expir'd;

Who dy'd for rebels-yes, 'tis he!

How bright! how lovely! how admir'd !

Jesus who dy'd that we might live,
Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place ;—
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasureable grace!

5

Were universal nature ours,

And art with all her boasted store;
Nacure and art with all their pow'rs,
Would still confess the off'rer poor!

6

Yet though for bounty, so divine!
We ne'er can equal honours raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.

HYMN 126. L. M.

EXALTED Prince of Life, we own

The royal honours of thy throne : "Tis fix'd by God's almighty hand, And seraphs bow at thy command.

2

Exalted Saviour, we confess

The sov'reign triumphs of thy grace;
Where beams of gentle radiance shine.
And temper majesty divine.

3

Wide thy resistless sceptre sway.
TE all thine enemies obey :

Wide may thy cross its virtue prove.
And conquer millions by its love.

4

Mighty to vanquish, and forgive!

Thine Israel shall repent and live ;

And loud proclaim the healing breath,

Which works their life, who wrought thy death.

HYMN 127. C. M.

JESUS, thou highest, loveliest name

Of all on earth or heav'n,
The bless'd reward of all thy shame,
By thy great Father giv'n.

2

Because thou didst thy heav'ns bow,
Thy people's ancient suit ;
Cam'st down in servant's form, so low,
As loss of all repute.

3

In fashion as that fallen race,
Whose offspring are but grass,
Thou took'st the meanest, servile place
In all their lowest class:

4

Becam❜st obedient unto death,

Nor could'st, nor would'st thou flee; But humbly didst resign thy breath Upon the shameful tree !

5

Therefore hath God exalted thee,
And set thee up on high;

Where thou shalt prais'd and worshipp'd be
To all eternity.

HYMN 128. L. M.

THUS the eternal Father spake
To Christ the Son: "Ascend and sit
At my right hand, till I shall make
Thy foes submissive at thy feet.

2

From Zion shall thy word proceed;
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,