Day of triumph through the skies-
See the glorious Saviour rise.

-2 Christians! dry your flowing tears,
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade :
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.

Collyer.

HYMN 258. L. M. Arnheim. [*]
The Ascension. Acts i, 9.

s 1HE mighty Conqueror leaves the dead,— Jesus the Lord ascends on high;

The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in."

g 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who ?”
S "The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
Jesus is the conqueror's name."

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way."

g 6"Who is the King of Glory, who?"
S "The Lord, of boundless power possessed,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blessed."

C. Wesley.
HYMN 259. H. M. Haddam. [*]
Christ the King of Glory.
1OD is gone up on high,
With a triumphant noise :

S

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Go

The anthems of the sky

Proclaim th' angelic joys!

Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.

2 God in the flesh below,
For us he reigns above:
Let all the nations know

The Saviour's conquering love!
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.
3 All power to our great Lord
Is by the Father given:
By angel hosts adored,

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He reigns supreme in heaven.
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.
4 Till all the earth renewed
In righteousness divine,
With all the hosts of God,

In one great chorus join,

Join all on earth, rejoice and sing-
Glory ascribe to Glory's King.

HYMN 260. H. M.

1

Haddam. [*]

OME, every pious heart

COM

That loves the Saviour's name,

Your noblest power exert

To celebrate his fame;

Tell all above, and all below,

The debt of love to him you owe.
2 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,

And wept, and bled, and died:
What he endured, oh, who can tell!
To save our souls from death and hell.
3 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;

And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led;

Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay
The debt we owe thy love
Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve:

Our hearts-our all-to thee we give :
The gift though small, do thou receive.

Stennett.

HYMN 261.

TH

C. M. Lanesboro'. [b or *]
Fountain, Zech. xiii, 1.

e 1 HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

p 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved,-to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be,-till I die.

s 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save;

g When this poor, lisping, faltering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

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Cowper. HYMN 262. C. M. Stephens. [*]

IN

'N vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:

Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
2 The threatenings of thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread:
If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.

3 But thine illustrious sacrifice,
Hath answered these demands,
And peace and pardon from the skies
Come down by Jesus' hands.

4 Here all the ancient types agree,-
The altar and the lamb;

And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through his name.

5 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord;

'Tis on thy cross we rest;

For ever be thy love adored,

Thy name for ever blest. Watts's Sermons.

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HYMN 263. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

THE

Christ a Saviour.

HE Saviour oh, what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet peace around. d 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels, lost in sin,

And doomed to endless wo.
3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss, a boundless store!

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall: ;

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.

HYMN 264. C. M.

Steele.

Peterboro'. [*]

Christ," the Way, the Truth, and the Life." John xiv, 6.

1 THOU art the Way-to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;

And he, who would the Father seek,-
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.

2 Thou art the Truth-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life-the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;

And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the LifeGrant us to know that Way,

That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Which lead to endless day.

HYMN 265. 7s. Hotham.
Christ, the Rock of Ages.

OCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath and make me pure.

-2 Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

Wesley's Col.

HYMN 266. C. M. Mentz. [b]
Christ our Example.

p 1 BEHOLD where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

o 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

p 3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,

He washed their feet, he wiped their tears,
And healed each bleeding wound.

4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life:
He laboured for their good.

5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear!

Oh may we tread his holy steps;
His joy and glory share.

HYMN 267. 7s. Hotham. [b]
Christ our Example in Suffering.

O to dark Gethsemane,

p1 Go

Ye who feel the Tempter's power:

Your Redeemer's conflict see;

Watch with him one bitter hour: