Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

o 2 The holy triumphs of my soul,
Shall death itself outbrave,-
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

g 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heav'n's unmeasur'd space,-

I'll spend a long eternity,

In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years, my wond'ring eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore

The glories of thy love.

-5 Sweet Jesus, ev'ry smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight,
From all thy graces spring.

o 6 Haste my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy bless'd abode ;

u Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour, and my God.]

HYMN 76. C. M. Mitcham. Sunday. [*] Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1 TOSANNA to the Prince of light,

H

Who cloth'd himself in clay! Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

5 (Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode;

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise ;

Let heav'n and all created things,
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.)

HYMN 77. L. M. Leeds. Blendon. [*]
The Christian Warfare.

o 1 TAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
STAN
And gird the gospel armour on;

March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone.
-2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
o But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes:
o Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,

And sung the triumph-when he rose. e 3 (What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite?

d Eternal chains confine him down

To fiery deeps and endless night.

e 4 What tho' thine inward lust rebel?
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
-The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins and end the strife.)
o 5 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav'nly gate;
o There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait.
s 6 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

HYMN 78. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Redemption by Christ.

WHEN the first parents of our race

Rebell'd against their God,

And the infection of their sin
Had tainted all our blood ;-

2 Infinite pity touch'd the heart
Of the eternal Son;

Descending from the heav'nly court,
He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of glory threw
His most divine array;

And wrapp'd his Godhead in a veil
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living pow'r, and dying love,
Redeem'd unhappy men!

And rais'd the ruins of our race,
To life and God again.

5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul
We joyfully resign;

Blest Jesus take us for thy own,—
For we are doubly thine.

6 Thine honour shall forever be
The bus'ness of our days;
Forever shall our thankful tongues
Speak thy deserved praise.]

HYMN 79. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] Praise to the Redeemer.

p1P We wretched sinners lay

LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day!

a 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

o He saw-and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled;

e Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

o 4 He spoil'd the pow'rs of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains;

Jesus has freed our captive souls,

From everlasting pains.

-5 [In vain, the baffled prince of hell
His cursed projects tries;

We who were doom'd his endless slaves.
Are rais'd above the skies.]

8 6 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;

And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

e 7 (Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, Our souls are all on flames;

• Hosanna round the spacious earth To thine adored name.)

u 8 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;

-But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN 80. S. M.

Dover. [*]

God's awful Power and Goodness.
H! the almighty Lord,

10 How matchless is his pow'r!

Tremble, O earth, beneath his word,-
While all the heav'ns adore.

2 Let proud imperious kings
Bow low before his throne:
Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the skies he reigns;
And, with amazing blows,
He deals insufferable pains,
On his rebellious foes.
4 Yet, everlasting God,

We love to speak thy praise;
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,
The sceptre of thy grace.
5 The arms of mighty love
Defend our Zion well;

And heav'nly mercy walls us round,

Our Sin the Cause of Christ's Death.

ND now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see;

O the curs'd deeds my sins have done!

What murd'rous things they be!

2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore?

Monsters-that stain'd those heav'nly limbs

With floods of purple gore?

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
My dearest Lord was slain,-
When justice seiz'd God's only Son,
And put his soul to pain?

4 Forgive my guilt, O Prince of Peace,
I'll wound my God no more:

Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.

5 Furnish me, Lord, with heav'nly arms, From grace's magazine;

And I'll proclaim eternal war,

With ev'ry darling sin.]

HYMN 82. C. M.

Mear. [*]

Triumph over Spiritual Enemies. RISE my soul, my joyful pow'rs,

A and triumph in my God;

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell;
And fix'd my standing more secure,
Than 'twas before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love,
Beneath my soul he plac'd ;
And on the rock of ages set
My slipp'ry footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode
Is wall'd around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,
And all his legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life,
And bounds his raging pow'r.

o 6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And tunes of pleasure sing;

• Loud hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King.

HYMN 83. C. M.

Mear. [*]

The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.

d 1 [HUS saith the Ruler of the skies,

Take my dreadful sword: