2 O joyful sound! O glorious hour,
When by His own almighty power
He rose, and left the grave!
Now let our songs His triumph tell,
Who burst the bands of death and hell,
And ever lives to save

3 The First-begotten of the dead,
For us He rose, our glorious Head,
Immortal life to bring;

What though the saints like Him shall die,
They share their Leader's victory,
And triumph with their King.

4 No more they tremble at the grave,
For Jesus will their spirits save,

And raise their slumbering dust:
O risen Lord, in Thee we live,
To Thee our ransomed souls we give,
To Thee our bodies trust.

Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769-1855.) 1806. ab. and alt.
Looking unto Jesus.
John xiv. 1.

337

I CHILDREN of light, arise and shine! Your birth, your hopes, are all divine,

Your home is in the skies. O then, for heavenly glory born, Look down on all with holy scorn That earthly spirits prize.

2 With Christ, with glory full in view, O what is all the world to you?

What is it all but loss?

Come on, then, cleave no more to earth,
Nor wrong your high celestial birth,
Ye pilgrims of the cross.

3 The cross is ours, we bear it now;
But did He not beneath it bow,
And suffer there at last?
All that we feel can Jesus tell;
His gracious soul remembers well
The sorrows of the past.

4 O blesséd Lord, we yet shall reign,
Redeemed from sorrow, sin, and pain,
And walk with Thee in white.
We suffer now, but O, at last
We'll bless thee, Lord, for all the past,
And own our cross was light.

Sir Edward Denny. (1796) 1839

WARSAW. H. M.

Thomas Clark. 1804.

338

"The Lord is King."

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

4 He sits at God's right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,

And fall beneath His feet:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

5 He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy,
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

6 Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take His servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice.

Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1748.

339

"I will send Him unto you."
John. xvi. 7.

I SINNERS, lift up your hearts,
The promise to receive:
Jesus Himself imparts,

He comes in man to live;

The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven. 2 Jesus is glorified,

And gives the Comforter,
His Spirit, to reside

In all His members here:

The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven

3 To make an end of sin,

And Satan's works destroy,

He brings His kingdom in, Peace, righteousness, and joy: The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven.

4 Sent down to make us meet To see His glorious Face, And grant us each a seat

In that thrice happy place, The Holy Ghost to man is given; Rejoice in God sent down from heaven.

5 From heaven He shall once more Triumphantly descend,

And all His saints restore

To joys that never end:

Then, then, when all our joys are given, Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven.

Rev. John Wesley. (1703-1791.) 1746. ab.

341

Pentecost.

Acts. ii. 1-4.

2 That Upper Room is heaven on earth: Within its precincts lie

All that earth has of faith, or hope,

Or heaven-born charity.

3 He comes! He comes! that mighty Breath

From heaven's eternal shores;

His uncreated freshness fills

His Bride, as she adores.

4 Earth quakes before that rushing blast,
Heaven echoes back the sound,
And mightily the tempest wheels
That Upper Room around.

5 One moment--and the Spirit hung
O'er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all

In cloven tongues of fire.

6 The Spirit came into the Church
With His unfailing power;
He is the living Heart that beats
Within her at this hour.

7 Most tender Spirit, mighty God,
Sweet must Thy presence be,

If loss of Jesus can be gain,

So long as we have Thee!

I WHEN God of old came down from heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame.

2 But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gale at morning prime,
Hovered His holy Dove.

3 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,

Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.

4 And, as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,
The trump that angels quake to hear,
Thrilled from the deep dark cloud;

5 So, when the Spirit of our God

Came down His flock to find,

A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing mighty wind.

6 It fills the Church of God, it fills

The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.

7 Come, Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power Open our ears to hear;

I LET songs of praises fill the sky:
Christ, our ascended Lord,
Sends down His Spirit from on high,
According to His word.

2 The Spirit, by His heavenly breath, New life creates within;

He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin.

3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes,
And shows them unto men;
The fallen soul His temple makes,
God's image stamps again.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,

With Thy celestial fire;

C. M.

Come, and with flames of zeal and love, Our hearts and tongues inspire.

Rev. Thomas Cotterill. (1779-1823.) 1819. ab.

True re I cord er

to Our heart.

Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eye-sight on our eyes.

2 Still we wait for Thine appearing;
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart:
Come, and manifest the favor

God hath for our ransomed race;
Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour,
Come, and bring the gospel-grace.

3 Save us in Thy great compassion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince,
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins;
By Thine all-restoring merit,

Every burdened soul release,
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into Thy perfect peace.

Rev. Charles Wesley. 1745