TO-DAY triumphal praises wait
On our exalted King;

To Him within the temple gate
Ten thousand voices sing.

Alleluia! Amen.

C. M.

Now to His glory we record,
Who are but dust and clay,
What honour He did us afford
On His ascending day.

The human nature which of late
Below the angels' lay,

Raised far above that meaner state
Does greater grace display.

Lo! at man's feet all creatures bow,
Which in the wide world be;
Enthroned with God, the Father, now
The Son of Man we see.

He who the path of sorrow tried,
And cup of suffering drained,
The Nazerene, the crucified,
Has endless blessing gained.

To Him by whose prevailing might
The gates of death were riven,
Who brought immortal life to light,
All power and wealth are given.

Amen.

112.

6-6-6-6, 8-8.

THE atoning work is done,
The victim's blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone,

His people's cause to plead :

He stands in heav'n their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast.

He sprinkles with His blood

The mercy-seat above,
For justice had withstood

The purposes of Love;
But Justice now objects no more
And Mercy yields her boundless store.

No temple made with hands
His place of service is,
In heaven itself He stands,
A heavenly Priesthood His!

In Him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled and now withdraw.

And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,

His people look to see

Their great High Priest again ;

In brightest glory He will come

And take His waiting people home. Amen.

113.

THOU art gone up on high

D. S. M.

To mansions in the skies,

And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise;

But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed:
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.

Thou art gone up on high,

But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be,
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.

Thou art gone up on high,
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.

O! by Thy saving power

So make us live and die,

That we may stand in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high. Amen.

AWAKE and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.

Sing of His dying love,

Sing of His rising power,

Sing how He intercedes above
For those whose sins He bore.

Sing till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues; Sing till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs.

Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ, the eternal King!

Soon shall ye hear Him say, "Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will He call you hence away, And take His wanderers home.

There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices swell the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

Amen.

THE Saviour stood on Olivet,
His earthly task was o'er;

And wherefore should he linger yet
On this world's dreary shore?