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5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who fav'ft us with thy blood! -
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rifing, reigning God!
With thee we rife,

With thee we reign,
And empires gain

Beyond the skies.

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DODDRIDGE.

XCV, Chrift's afcenfion and glorious reign.
ROM heav'n the loud, th' angelic fong
began,
(man
It fhook the fkies, and reach'd astonish'd
By man re-echo'd, it fhall mount again
Whilft fragrant odours fill the blifsful plain.
L. M.

2 Worthy the LAMB of boundlefs fway,
In earth or heav'n the LORD of all;
Ye princes, rulers, powers, obey,
And low before his footftool fall.

3 The deed was done; the LAMB was flain;
The groaning earth the burden bore:
He rofe, he lives, he lives to reign,
Nor time shall fhake his endless pow'r.
4 Riches and all that decks the great,
From worlds unnumber'd hither bring;
The tribute pour before his feat,
And hail the triumphs of our KING.

5 Wisdom and ftrength are his alone,
He raif'd the top-itone, fhouting grace;
Honour has built his lofty throne,
And glory shines upon his face.

6 From heav'n, from earth, loud bursts of praise
The mighty bleffings fhall proclaim
Bleffings that earth to glory raife;
The purchase of the wounded LAMB'.
Higher, ftill higher, fwell the ftrain;
Creation's voice the note prolong;
The LAMB fhall ever, ever reign:
Let Hallelujahs crown the fong.

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BURDEN'S C. XCVI. Chrift afcending to glory. OUR Lord is rifen from the dead,

Our Jefus is gone up on high;

The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the fky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits And angels chant the folemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! "Ye everlasting doors give way!!! 3 Loofe all your bars of maffy light, And wide unfold the radiant fcene; He claims thofe manfions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in.

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"Who is the King of Glory, who?” 'The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, fin, death, and hell o'erthrew And JESUS is the conqu'ror's name., 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the folemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way.

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6" Who is the King of Glory, who?"?
The Lord of boundlefs power poffefs'd,
The King of faints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blefs'd

TOPLADY'S C.

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XCVII. Chrift's exaltation.
AR above yon glorious ceiling
Of the azure vaulted sky,
Jefus fits, his grace revealing
To the fplendid troops on high.
2 Hofts feraphic, humbly bowing,
At his footstool proftrate fall;
Saints and angels all avowing,
God in Chrift their all in all.

XCVIII. Jefus born to be our Prophet, Priest, and King.

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IIFT up your heads in joyful hope,
Salute the happy morn;
Each heav'nly pow'r
Proclaims the glad hour,
Lo, Jefus the Saviour is born!
2 All glory be to God on high,
To him the praise is due;
The word is feal'd

The Saviour's reveal'd,

And proves that the record is true. 3 Let joy around like rivers flow, Flow on, and ftill increase; Spread o'er the earth

At Jefus's birth,

For heaven and earth are at peace.

4 Now the good will of heav'n is fhewn To Adam's helpless race:

Meffiah's come

To ranfom his own

To fave them by infinite grace.

5 Then let us join the heav'ns above,
Where hymning feraphs fing,
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Join all glad pow'rs,

For their Lord is ours,

Our PROPHET, our PRIEST, and our KING.

MADAN'S C.

XCIX. Chrift a Prophet, Prieft, and King.
ESUS, how precious is thy name!

The great Jehovah's darling, THOU!
let me catch th' immortal flame,
With which angelic bofoms glow!
Since angels love thee, I would love,
And imitate the blefs'd above.

2 My PROPHET thou, my heav'nly guide,
Thy sweet inftructions I will hear;
The words that from thy lips proceed,
O how divinely fweet they are!
Thee my great Prophet, I would love,
And imitate the blefs'd above.

3 My great HIGH-PRIEST, whofe precious blood Did once atone upon the cross;

Who now doft intercede with God,
And plead the friendless finner's cause!
In thee I truft; thee I would love,
And imitate the blefs'd above.

4 My KING fupreme, to thee I bow,
A willing fubject at thy feet;
All other Lords I difavow,

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And to thy government fubmit:

My Saviour KING, this heart would love,
And imitate the biefs'd above.

DAVIES.

C. Chrift our great High-Prieft.

UR great HIGH-PRIEST We fing,
His dying love adore;
We hail our rifing King,

Who lives for evermore:
He only can our wants relieve,
And finners to the utmost jave.

2 Why then indulge defpair,
Tho' funk in deepest guilt?
We hear his voice declare,
For fuch his blood was fpilt:
In his dear hands my foul I leave,
For he can to the utmost fave.
3 Believing fouls rejoice!
On Jefus grace depend;
The objects of his choice,
He loves you to the end:
With holy boldnefs dare believe,
Your Lord will to the utmost fave.

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CI. Chrift the Interceffor,

HE lives, the great Redeemer lives,

(What joy the bleft affurance gives!) And now before his father God,

Pleads the full merits of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And juftice arm'd with frowns appears; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy fmiles and all is peace. 3 Hence then, ye black defpairing thoughts ; Above our fears, above our faults, His pow'rful INTERCESSIONS rife, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In ev'ry dark diftressful hour, When fin and fatan join their pow'r ; Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jefus bears us on his heart. 5 Great advocate, almighty friendOn him our humble hopes depend; Our caufe can never, never fail, For Jefus pleads, and muft prevail.' Hz

STEELE.