3 High on his holy seat,

He bears the righteous sway;
His foes beneath his feet

Shall sink and die away:
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing ;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.
4 Till all the earth, renew'd

In righteousness divine,
With all the hosts of God,

In one great chorus join,
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

THIE

HIS PRIESTHOOD AND INTERCESSION. 158

C. M. King of kings and Lord of lords. THE head that once was crown'd with thorns,

Is crown’d with glory now; A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords,

Is to our Jesus given;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

He reigns o’er earth and heaven3 The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his Name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace, is given; Their name—an everlasting name,

Their joy—the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with him above; Their everlasting joy to know

The myst'ry of his love.

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331 P. M. 66, 66.
Christ, the first-fruits.
VING praise ! the tomb is void

Where the Redeemer lay;
Sing of our bonds destroy'd,

Our darkness turn'd to day.
2 Weep for your dead no more;

Friends, be of joyful cheer;
Our Star moves on before,

Our narrow path shines clear.
3 He who, so patiently,

The crown of thorns did wear,
He hath gone up on high ;

Our hope is with him there.
4 Now is his truth reveal'd,

His majesty, and might;
The grave has been unseald; ;

Christ is our life and light.
5 He who for men did weep;

Suffer, and bleed, and die,–
First-fruits of them that sleep,

Christ has gone up on high.
6 His vict'ry hath destroy'd

The shafts that once could slay :
Sing praise ! the tomb is void

Where the Redeemer lay.
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L. M
The b ing of glory.
UR Lord is risen from the dead ;

Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led, -

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky:
There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay ;Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;

Ye everlasting doors, give way!

OUR

;

2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right;

Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;

And Jesus is the Conqu’ror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;

Ye everlasting doors, give way!
Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, of glorious power possess'd ;-
The King of saints and angels too ;-

God over all, forever blest !
155

28th P. M. 10s, lls, & 12.

The voice of triumph.
IFT your glad voices in triumph on high,

For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die; Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him, And short the dominion of death and the

grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound

him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ;

The being he gave us death cannot destroy : Sad were the life we may part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were

our end; But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sorrow,

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend : Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

L

HAHI

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5th P. M. 4 lines 78

Ascension day.
AIL the day that sees Him rise,

Ravish'd from our wishful eyes !
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends his native heaven.
2 There the pompous triumph waits :
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.
3 Circled round with angel powers,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqu’ror over death and sin,-
Take the King of glory in.
4 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
5 See, he lifts his hands above!
See, he shows the prints of love!
Hark, his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his Church below!
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3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 83.
Glory to glory's King.
YOD is gone up on high,
u With a triumphant noise,

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The clarions of the sky

Proclaim the angelic joys :
in all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.
2 All power to our great Lord

Is by the Father given;
By angel hosts adored,

He reigns supreme in heaven:
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

3 High on his holy seat,

He bears the righteous sway;
His foes beneath his feet

Shall sink and die away:
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.
4 Till all the earth, renew'd

In righteousness divine,
With all the hosts of God,

In one great chorus join,
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

TIE

HIS PRIESTHOOD AND INTERCESSION. 158

C. M. King of kings and Lord of lords. HE head that once was crown'd with thorns,

Is crown'd with glory now; A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven asfords,

Is to our Jesus given;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

He reigns o'er earth and heaven3 The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his Name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace, is given; Their name an everlasting name,

Their joy—the joy of heaven. 5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with him above; Their everlasting joy to know

The myst'ry of his love.