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He raised on high His hands divine,
O when shall Adam's guilty line
Then slowly toward the expecting sky,
That sky's Creator rose; Angelic watchers, ranged on high,
Bade heaven's bright gates unclose.
He entered in the Lord of might,
ternal and supreme; His presence e'en those realms of light Illumed with brighter beam.
O Thou, Who thus exalted art,
On whom our souls rely,
To dwell with Thee on high!
And when at last the Archangel's voice
Shall call us from the grave,
Through Him who died to save. Amen.
116. o. M.
O Chbist, our hope, our hearts' desire,
Redemption's only spring; Creator of the world art Thou,
Its Saviour and its King.
How vast the mercy and the love
And led Thee to a cruel death
But now the bonds of death are burst,
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne, In glorious might arrayed.
0 may Thy wondrous love prevail
Our sinful souls to spare!
And find acceptance there!
O Christ, be Thou our present joy,
Our future great reward! Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord! Amen.
Thou art gone up before us, Lord,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies; A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veils Thee from our eyes.
Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,
And let Thy grace be given, That, while we linger yet below,
Our treasure be in heaven.
That, where Thou art at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love, may be: Dwell in us now, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee. Amen.
118. L. M.
Wheee high the heav'nly temple stands,
He who for men their surety stood,
Though now ascended up on high,
In every pang that rends the heart
With boldness therefore at His throne
119. c. M
With joy we meditate the grace
His heart is made of tenderness,
Touch'd with a sympathy within
He knows what sore temptations mean,
He in the days of feeble flesh
And still in glory feels afresh
Then let our humble faith address
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
Praise be to Father, praise to Son,
Glory to God, the Three in One,
O Lobd, most Higb, Eternal King,
Ascending to the Father's throne
Thou claim'st the kingdom as Thine own;
Thy days of mortal weakness o'er,
All power is Thine for evermore.
To Thee the whole creation now
In awe and wonder angels see
Be Thou our joy, O Mighty Lord,
All praise from every heart and tongue