8 King of glory! soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this-
Thee to know, thy pow'r to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
Hallelujah!
PRISING from the darksome tomb,
See the victorious Jesus come!
Th' Almighty pris'ner quits the pris'n ;
And angels tell the Lord is ris'n.
Angels, angels, angels, angels, angels, tell the
Lord is ris'n.
Ye guilty souls that groan and grieve,
Hear the glad tidings, hear, and live;
God's righteous law is satisfied:
And justice now is on your side.
Justice, justice, &c.
Your surety, thus releas'd by God,
Pleads the rich ransom of his blood:
No new demand, no bar remains;
But mercy now triumphant reigns.
Mercy, mercy, &c.
Believers, hail your rising head,
The first-begotten from the dead,
Your resurrection's sure, through his,
To endless life, and boundless bliss.
Endless, endless, &c.
EE Jesus our deliv'rer great,
Rising, his vict'ry to complete;
In vain's the seal and stone!
O Grave! where is thy victory ?
Here, here, thy mighty conqu'ror see,
Rising, he leaves the tomb.
2 Awhile he with his fav'rites stay'd,
Strength to their feeble faith convey'd,
Then mounts the starry sky:
The heav'ns with acclamations ring,
To welcome their triumphant King,
And shout his victory.
3 Mindful of all thy favours, now
In gratitude we prostrate bow
Before thy loving face:
Give all, assembled in this hour,
To feel thy resurrection's pow'r,
And sing redeeming grace.
4 Clearly to ev'ry heart display
The virtue of thy blood this day;
Each drooping heart inflame:
Refresh'd we'll then unwearied go
Along this wilderness below,
And spread thy glorious fame.
5 Jesus, when will the hour appear,
That we thy pow'rful call shall hear,
And round thy throne attend?
When shall we see thee face to face,
And join above to sing thy praise,
Eternity to spend ?
Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n,
Re-ascends his native heav'n:
There the pompous triumph waits,
"Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radient 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 his death he pleads,
Prevalent he intercedes;
Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race!
3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to-day;
See, thy faithful servants, see,
Ever looking up to thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following 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'ns in thee.
CLAP your hands, ye people all,
Praise the God on whom ye call,
Lift your voice and shout his praise,
Triumph in his sov'reign grace.
2 Jesus is gone up on high,
Takes his seat above the sky;
Shout the angel-choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God!
3 Sons of men, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine,
Emulate the heav'nly pow'rs,
Their victorious Lord is ours.
4 Shout the God enthron'd above,
Triumph in his conqu❜ring love.
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King!
5 Pow'r is all to Jesus giv'n,
Pow'r o'er hell, and earth, and heav'n:
Jesus, pow'r to us impart,
Then we'll praise with all our heart.
OUR
UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high,
The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' etherial scene;
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in!
4Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqu'rer's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!"
6 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord of glorious pow'r possest, The King of saints and angels too, God over all for ever blest!
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