HYMN 166. L. M.

1. REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high;
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
3. Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way.
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conq'ror comes, with God to dwell.
3. Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.

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HYMN 167. c. M.

IN raptures let our hearts ascend,

Our heav'nly seats to view,
And grateful trace that shining path
Our rising Saviour drew.

2." Up to my Father and my God,
go;
(the Conq'ror cries)
"Up to your Father and your God,
My brethren, lift your eyes."

3. And doth the Lord of glory call
Such worms his brethren dear?
And doth he point to heav'n's high throne,
And shew our Father there?

4. And doth he teach my feeble tongue
That tuneful sound," my God?"
And breathe his spirit on my heart
To shed his grace abroad?

5. O world, produce a good like this,
And thou shalt have my love,
"Till then, my Father claims it all,
And Christ who dwells above.

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HYMN 168 c. M.

1. PEACE, all ye sorrows of the heart,
And all my tears be dry:

That Christian's courage ne'er can sink,
Who views his Lord on high.

2. "I live for ever, (Jesus saith)

And you with me shall live;
Receive with pleasure ev'ry pledge
My pow'r and love can give.

3. "Fair mansions in my Father's house
For all his children wait;
And I, your elder brother, go
To open wide the gate.

4." United in eternal love,

My foll'wers shall remain;
And with rejoicing hearts shall share
The honours of my reign."

5. Yes, Lord, thy gracious words we hear, And cordial joys they bring.

Frail nature may extort a groan,
But faith thy name shall sing.

HYMN 169. P. M.

1. JESUS, our triumphant Head,

Ris'n victorious from the dead,
To the realms of glory's gone,
To ascend his rightful throne.
2. Cherubs on the Conq'ror gaze,
Seraphs glow with brighter blaze;
Each bright order of the sky
Hails him, as he passes by.
3. Heav'n its King congratulates,
Opens wide her golden gates.
Angels songs of vict'ry bring;
All the blissful regions ring.
4. Sinners, join the heav'nly pow'rs;
For redemption all is ours.
Humble penitents shall prove
Blood-bought pardon, dying love.

5. Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord!
Holy Lamb! incarnate word!
Hail, thou suff'ring Son of God!
Take the trophies of thy blood.

HYMN 170. c. M.

1. THE Lord of life, with glory crown'd
On heav'ns exalted throne,

Forgets not those, for whom on earth
He heav'd his dying groan.

2. His greatness now no tongue of man
Or seraph bright can tell :

Yet still the chief of all his joys,

That souls are sav'd from hell.

3. For this he taught, and toil'd, and bled;
For this his life was giv❜n;

For this he fought, and vanquish'd death;
For this he reigns in heav'n.

4. Join, all ye saints beneath the sky,
Your grateful praise to give;
Sing loud hosannahs to his name,
With whom you too shall live.

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HYMN 171. L. M.

WHERE high the heav'nly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great Highpriest our nature wears,`
The guardian of our souls appears.
2. His race for ever is complete,
For ever undisturb'd his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
3.The Saviour and the friend of man
Pursues in heav'n his gracious plan;
And, though ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brothers eye.
4. Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
At God's right hand thy Saviour see,
Enter'd within the veil for thee.

5. With filial boldness, at the throne,
Make all thy cares and sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heav'nly pow'r,
To help thee in the evil hour.

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HYMN 172. P. M.

1. REJOICE, the Lord is King;

Your God and King adore.

Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore!

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2. Rejoice, the Saviour reigns;
He reigns in truth and love.
When he had wash'd our stains,
He took his seat above.

Lift up your hearts &c.
3. His kingdom cannot fail;

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv❜n.

Lift up &c.

4. He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And ev'ry bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy.
Lift up &c.

5. Rejoice in glorious hope:

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,

And take his servants up

To their eternal home.

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice!

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HYMN 178. c. M.

the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams

Of his o'erflowing grace!

2. Princes to his imperial name

Bend their bright sceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice, To see him wear the crown.

3. Archangels sound his lofty praise, Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street;

And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive, at his feet.

4. While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains.
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns..

5. Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on thy head!

6. Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris❜ners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
HYMN 174. P. M.

1. O! he comes, from heav'n descending,
Sent to judge both quick and dead.
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels,
See our great exalted Head.

Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome, Son of God!

2. Full of awful expectation,

All before the Judge appear.
Truth and justice go before him;
Now the joyful sentence hear.

Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!
3." Come, ye blessed of my Father;
Enter into life and joy.

Banish all your fear and sorrow;
Endless praise be your employ."
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome to the skies!
4. Now at once they rise to glory;
Jesus brings them to the King.
There, with all the hosts of heaven,
They eternal anthems sing.

Hallelujah!

Boundless glory to the Lamb!