RISE, glorious Conqueror, rise Into thy native skies, Assume thy right: Lo! in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled: 2 Victor o'er death and hell! Praises all heaven inspire; 3 Enter, incarnate God! No feet but thine have trod Blow the full trumpets, blow! 4 Lion of Judah, hail! Lord of the rolling years, 204 LI L. M. IFT up your heads, ye gates! and wide Your everlasting doors display; Ye angel-guards, like flames divide And give the King of glory way. 2 Who is the King of glory?—He, The Lord, omnipotent to save; Whose own right arm, in victory Led captive Death, and spoiled the grave. 3 Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high Your everlasting portals heave; Welcome the King of glory nigh; 4 Who is the King of glory?-who? 205 INTERCESSION. C. M. ‣ COME, let us join our songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven, with all our names 2 Below he washed our guilt away Now he appears before the throne, [ 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er can quench The fervour of his love; For us he died in kindness here, For us he lives above. 50 may we ne'er forget thy grace, Still may our hearts hold fast thy faith; THE atoning work is done, And Jesus now is gone His people's cause to plead : He stands in heaven, their great High And bears their names upon his breast. 2 No temple made with hands A heavenly priesthood his: 3 And though awhile he be Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory he will come, And take his waiting people home. 207 L. M. WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, 4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 208 OW C. M. Now let our cheerful eyes survey 2 Though raised to a superior throne, And high o'er all the shining train, With matchless honours crowned; 3 The names of all his saints he bears Nor shall a name once treasured there 4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns 5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breast, 209 L. M. 6 lines. THOU eternal Victim, slain A sacrifice for guilty man, By the eternal Spirit made An offering in the sinner's stead, Our everlasting Priest art thou, Pleading thy death for sinners now. 2 Thy offering still continues new; Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue; Thou art the ever-slaughtered Lamb, Thy priesthood still remains the same; Thy years, O Lord, can never fail; Thy goodness is unchangeable. WITH joy we meditate thy grace Thy heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touched with a sympathy within, Thou know'st what sore temptations mean, For thou hast felt the same. |