Jesus crowned King of kings.
Ps. xlvii, 5, 6. Rev. xix, 16.
1 WHENCE those unusual bursts of joy, Whose sound through heaven rings? They welcome Jesus to the sky,
And crown Him-King of kings.
2 At sight of Him, yon seraphs bright,
Exulting, clap their wings;
They hail the Lord with new delight,
And crown Him-King of kings.
3 Look up, ye saints! and while ye gaze,
Forget all earthly things;
Unite to sing the Saviour's praise,
And crown Him-King of kings.
4 While here He bore our sin and shame;
From this our comfort springs;
"Tis meet we should exalt his name,
And crown Him-King of kings.
5 We hope, ere long, beyond those clouds
To tune celestial strings,
And join with heaven's exulting crowds
To crown Him-King of kings,
The Man of sorrows crowned in triumph.
Matt. xxvii, 28-30. Rev. xix, 11-16.
1 Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious!
See the Man of sorrows now!
From the fight return'd victorious,
Ev'ry knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him! crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2 Crown the Saviour! angels crown Him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings:
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings!
Crown Him! crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings!
3 Sinners in derision crown'd Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own his title, praise his Name:
Crown Him! crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!
4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh! what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him! crown Him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Christ's constraining love.
2 Cor. v, 14, 15.
1 O LORD! who now art seated
Above the heavens on high-
The gracious work completed,
For which Thou cam'st to die-
To Thee our hearts are lifted,
While pilgrims wand'ring here;
For Thou alone art gifted
Our every weight to bear.
2[We know that Thou hast bought us,
And wash'd us in thy blood;
We know thy grace has brought us,
As kings and priests, to God;
We know that soon the morning,
Long look'd for, hasteth near,
When we at thy returning
In glory shall appear.]
3 O Lord! thy love's unbounded!
So full, so sweet, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded,
Whene'er we think on Thee:
For us Thou cam'st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That, purchas'd and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.
4 O let this love constrain us
To give our hearts to Thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us,
But that which paineth Thee;
Our joy, our one endeavour,
Through suff'ring, conflict, shame,
To serve Thee, gracious Saviour!
And magnify thy name.
1 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,
He, whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till Him I view.
2 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief and burden long had been
That I could not depart from sin.
3 The more I strove against its power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say:-
Come hither, soul! I am the way.
4 Lo! glad I come, and Thou bless'd Lamb,
Wilt take me to Thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin I Thee can give;
Nothing but love shall I receive,
5 Then will I tell to sinners round
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say:-Behold the way to God!
Christ in glory magnified.
Heb. i, 6, Rev. i, 5, 6.
1 HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above!
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, He sits on yonder throne!
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Well may angels, bright and glorious,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While on earth He prov'd victorious,
Now He bears a matchless name:
Well may angels sing of Him;
Heaven supplies no richer theme.
3[Come, ye saints! unite your praises
With the angels round his throne:
Soon, we hope, our Lord will raise us
To the place where He is gone:
Meet it is that we should sing,
Glory, glory to our King!]
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