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4 Ileaven displays her portals wide,
HYMN 70. L. M.
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie ;
Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold, · To crown thy joy when he appears.
5 Though in the dust I lay my head,
HYMN 71. L. M. Christ's Ascension. Psa. xxiv.7. QUR Lord is risen from the dead, 0 Our Jesus is gone up on high ; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd 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 massy bars of light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in. 4 ~ Who is the King of Glory, who :" The Lord, that all his foes o’ercamé, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 “ Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord, of boundless power possest, The King of saints, and angels too, God over all, for ever blest.
HYMN 72. As 148th Psalm.
The Kingdom of Christ. Phil. iv. 4: DEJOICE, the Lord is king,
1 Your God and king adore ; Mortals, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph evermore;
3 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above ;
3 His kingdom cannot fail,
Are to our Jesus giv'n ;
4 He all his foes shall quell,
With pure seraphic joy ;
5 Rejoice in glorious hope,
To their eternal home;
HYMN 73. L. M.
Christ. Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii. 15.
3 Proclaim inimitable love :
HYMN 74. L. M.
11 (What joy the blest assurance gives !) And now before his Father God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice, arm'd with frowns, appears ; But in the Saviour's lovely face, Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 3 Hence then, ye black desparing thoughts ; Above our fears, above our faults, His pow'rful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 4 In every dark distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their pow'r ;
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
HYMN 75. C. M.
The Fulness of Christ. TOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,
Il In a believer's ear? It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest. 3 By him my pray’rs acceptance gain,
Although with sin defild ; Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a chuld. 4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
Accept the praise I bring.
And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought. 6 'Till then, I would thy love proclaiin,
With every fleeting breath ; And may the glory of thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.