62 GLORY, glory to our King;
Crowns unfading wreathe his head:
Jesus is the name we sing :

Jesus risen from the dead:
Jesus conqueror o'er the grave;
Jesus mighty now to save.

2 Jesus is gone up on high;
Angels come to meet their King;
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,
While the Victor's praise they sing :
"Open now, ye heavenly gates!
""Tis the King of glory waits."

3 Now behold Him high enthron'd;
Glory beaming from his face;
By adoring angels own'd
God of holiness and grace.
O for hearts and tongues to sing
"Glory, glory to our King!"

4 Jesus, on thy people shine;

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues;

That with angels we may join,

Share their bliss and swell their songs.

Glory, honour, praise and power,

Lord, be thine for evermore!

63 JESUS is gone up on high,

But his promise still is here :
He will all our wants supply,
He will send the Comforter.

2 Let us now his promise plead;
Let us to his throne draw nigh:
Jesus knows his people's need;
Jesus hears his people's cry.
3 Send us, Lord, the Comforter,
Pledge and witness of Thy love;
Dwelling with Thy people here,
Leading them to joys above.
4 Till we reach the promis'd rest,
Till Thy face unveil'd we see,
Of this Comforter possess'd,
Teach us, Lord, to live to Thee.

64 TH' atoning work is done!

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The precious blood is shed!

And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead.

He stands in heaven their Great High Priest,

And bears their name upon his breast.

No temple made with hands
His place of service is;
In heaven itself He stands;
A heavenly priesthood his.

In Him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.

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.

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THOU art gone up on high,
To mansions in the skies;

And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.

2 But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.

3 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the armies of the sky
Attendant in thy train.

4 Oh! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,

That we may stand in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high!

WHITSUNDAY.

660 THOU, that once in fiery tongues Cam'st down in open view :

Come visit ev'ry heart that longs

To entertain Thee too :

2 And though not like the mighty wind, Nor with a rushing noise:

May we Thy calmer comforts find,
And hear Thy still small voice:

3 We

e pray to be renew'd within

And reconcil'd to God:

To have our conscience purg'd from sin
With the Redeemer's blood.

67 WHEN the blest Spirit of our God,
Came down his flock to find;

A voice from heav'n was heard abroad,
A rushing mighty wind.

2 Nor doth the outward ear alone,
At that high warning start;
Conscience gives back th' appalling tone,
'Tis echo'd in the heart.

3 It fills the church of God, it fills
The sinful world around;

Only in stubborn hearts and wills,
No place for it is found.

4 Come, Lord, come wisdom, love, and power; Open our ears to hear,

Let us not miss th' accepted hour,

Save, Lord, by love, or fear.

68 SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love,

O shed Thy influence from above;
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.

2 In every clime, by every tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung;
Let all the listening earth be taught
The wonders by the Saviour wrought.

3 Blest Comforter and heavenly Guide,
Still with the Church of Christ abide;
Still let our souls Thy blessings prove,
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love.

69 COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise:

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Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove;

And kindle in our breasts the flames
Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesu's blood;

And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh light on every part,
And new create the whole.

Dwell, therefore, in our hearts;
Our minds from bondage free e;

Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The Father, Son, and Thee.

70 HOLY GHOST! inspire our praises,

Shed abroad a Saviour's love;

While we chant the name of Jesus,
Deign on ev'ry heart to move.
Source of sweetest consolation!
Breathe Thy peace on all below;
Bless, O bless this congregation,
Bid our hearts with influence glow.