King of glory, mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand, thousand tongues.
6 Ev'ry note to rapture swell:
Sing the pow'rs of death and hell:
Dragg'd in chains behind his wheels,
Each the wreck eternal feels.

7 Let Immanuel be ador'd,
Ransom, mediator, Lord;

To creation's utmost bound,

Let th' immortal praise resound. Hal.

[Tune, Cheshunt—Lock Hos.]

Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7-10.

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs 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 heav'nly gates, "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy 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'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conqu'rors name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay;

"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 6 "Who is the king of glory, who?" The Lord of boundless pow'r possest, The king of saints, and angels too, God over all, forever blest!

Hymn 28.

C. M. double.

Rejoicing in Hope of Future Glory.

1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembody'd saints,
And find its long-sought rest;
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain

n;

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my three-score years,
Till my deliv'rer come;

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 O, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,

Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu❜ring palms they bear.
4 O, what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

Hymn 29. S. M. double.

[Tune, Unity.],

Christian Soldier.

1 HARK! how the watchmen ery:
Attend the trumpet's sound;
Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh?
The pow'rs of hell surround:
Who bow to Christ's command,
Your arms and hearts prepare:
The day of battle is at hand!
Go forth to glorious war!

2 See on the mountain top,
The standard of our God!
In Jesus' name I lift it up,
All stain'd with hallow'd blood.
His standard bearer, I

3

4

To all the nations call:

Let all to Jesus' cross draw nigh;
He bore the cross for all.

Go up with Christ your Head,
Your Captain's footsteps see;
Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory:

All pow'r to him is giv'n :

He ever reigns the same:
Salvation, happiness, and heav'n,
Are all in Jesus' name.

Only have faith in God

In faith your foes assail:

Not wrestling against flesh and blood,
But all the pow'rs of hell;

1

2

3

From thrones of glory driv'n,
By flaming vengeance hurl'd,
They throng the air and darken heav'n,
And rule the lower world.

Hymn 30. S. M. double.

Christian Soldier.

SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on,

Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Through his eternal Son :

Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty pow'r,

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.

Stand then against your foes
In close and firm array;
Legions of wily fiends oppose
Throughout the evil day :

But meet the sons of night,
But mock their vain design,.
Arm'd in the arms of heav'nly light,
Of righteousness divine.

Leave no unguarded place,

No weakness of the soul,

Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,
And fortify the whole :

Indissolubly join'd,

To battle all proceed;

But arm yourselves with all the mind

That was in Christ your head.

4 Let truth the girdle be,

That binds your armour on,

In faithful, firm sincerity,
To Jesus cleave alone.

Let faith and love combine
To guard your valiant breast;
The plate be righteousness divine,
Imputed and imprest.

5 Still let your feet be shod,
Ready his will to do;
Ready in all the ways of God
His glory to pursue.

Ruin is spread beneath,
The gospel grace put on,

And safe through all the snares of death,
To life eternal run.

Hymn 31. L. M.

The Christian Soldier.

1 O, MAKE me, Lord, what I should be, To boldly face the enemy;

That when alarm'd to call the Lord, And pass the word to all the guard. 2 Grant me the weapons of thy word, The spirit's powerful two-edg'd sword, To slay my foes where'er they be, And own the vict'ry won by thee. Thou art my Lord, keep me, I pray, That I may run the heav'nly way; Nor from my duty e'er depart, But live to Christ with all my heart. 4 Help me to walk in humbleness, March in the way of holiness; O make me pure and spotless too, And fit to stand the grand review. 5 That when our General shall come, With sound of trumpet, not of drum, 'Tis then our well dress'd ranks shall stand, In full review at God's right hand.