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38. L. M. Walls. Christ's Humiliation, Etallation, and Triumph.
E that distributes crowns and thrones,
The Prince of Life resigns his breath,
The King of Glory bows to death. 2 But, see the wonders of his powel
He triumphs in his dying hour;
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood;
39. C. M. Watts.
'Tis finish’d, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell."
The dreadful work is done;
His kingdom is begun.
For glory and renown,
He pass'd to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
The vengeance or reward.
Await their several crowns, And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.
40. S. M. Watts.
And Christ the man we sing. 2 Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side,
The murderous weapon dyed. 3 The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er his bosom roll;
Lay heavy on his soul.
He bow'd his awful head,
When death itself is dead. 5 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
41. C. M. W. & B.*
Our great Redeemer dwells.
In countless armies shine
To offer songs divine.
They did his steps attend * Whenever W. & B. occurs, it signifies Williams and Boden.
RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION
The mystic scene would end?
saw his heart transfixt with wounds,
Oft wondering when, or where, or how, 4 They
His crimson sweat and gore;
Which none e'er broke before. 5 They brought his chariot from above, Clapt their triumphant wings, and cried,
The glorious work is done!
To bear him to his throne;
42. C. M. Watts.
And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around,
With trumpets' joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains ;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Let knowledge guide the song,
43. L. M. Rippon's Selection,
Christ's Ascension. Psalnı xxiv. 7.
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
And angels chant the solemn lay
• Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
•Ye everlasting doors give way"
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
Receive the King of Glory in.
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame;
44. L. M. Watts.
Hast thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son! Angels, in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.
And swift as flames of fire they move,
In works of vengeance, and of love.
Up to the gates of thine abode;
In travelling up the heavenly road.
And thou shalt bid me rise and come,
45. C. M. Watts.
The glory of Christ in heaven.
THE delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,
Of his o'erflowing grace!
Sit smiling on his brow;
At humble distance bow.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Through every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive at his feet.
That once rude iron tore-
And all the heavens adore.
That cruel thorns did woundSee! what immortal glories shine
And circle it around!
Whom we unseen adore ;
46. L. M. Cennick.
He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophet went,
The road that leads from banishment,
I'll go; for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
Shalt take me to thee as I am;