e Christ, awhile to mortals given, o Reascends his native heaven:

-There the pompous triumph waits;
d Lift up your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of glory in!"

-2 Him tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.

e3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away;
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee.
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,—
Grant our souls may thither rise→→→
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come→
Looking for a happier home.
There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-
Find a heav'n of heav'n's in thee.
FALMOUTH.

blest strains,

Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.

2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell,
Aud, dying, finish'd all your woes.

3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd; while hymning angels round,
Thro' the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.

4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r!
Not angel-tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.

5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.

6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace, Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue;

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EJOICE-the Lord is king!
Your God and King adore;
Mortals give thanks and sing,
And triumph ever more:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice.

2 Rejoice-the Saviour reigns!
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:"
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

-3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules air, earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv❜n:

o Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice.

-5 He all his foes shall quell
Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell,
With pure seraphic joy;

o Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,' Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice..

His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
And sing forevermore-
Worthy the Lamb.

2 All they around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name:

We, who have felt his blood, Sealing our peace with God, Sound his dear name abroadWorthy the Lamb.

3 Join all ye ransom'd race, Our Lord and God to bless; Praise ye his name:

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In him we will rejoice,

And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voiceWorthy the Lamb.

4 What tho' we change our place-
Yet we shall never cease
Praising his name:

To him our songs we bring-
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing-
Worthy the Lamb.

ST. CLEMENT'S.

HYMN 31. L. M. STEELE.
Christ's Intercession. Heb. vii, 25.

1 E lives-the great Redeemer lives;

o What joy the blest assurance gives; -And now before his Father God,

Pleads the full merits of his blood.

e 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,

And justice, arni'd with frowns, appears; -But in the Saviour's lovely face, o Sweet mercy smiles-and all is peace!

-3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts

Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;
And guilt recedes, and terrour dies.

e 4 In ev'ry dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their pow'r,
-Let this dear hope repel the dart-
That Jesus bears us on his heart.

5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend! On him our humble hopes depend; o Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. MUNICH. MORETON.

HYMN 32. 8 & 7. RIPPON'S COL.

e 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears;

• See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancel'd by redeeming love.

e 4 Ye, alas! who long have been,
Willing slaves of death and sin!
-Now from bliss no longer rove;
Stop, and taste redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by sin oppress'd-
Welcome to his sacred rest:
d Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing--but redeeming love.

6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs;
His tremendous foes and ours,
From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.

o 7 Hither, then, your musick bring,
u Strike aloud each joyful string;
-Mortals, join the hosts above-
g Join to praise redeeming love.
REDEEMING LOVE.

Give me thy meek, thy lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove-
The cross, all stain'd with hailow'd blood-
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would-but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from ev'ry sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.

6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let thy chariot wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away.
PLEYEL'S. WORSHIP.

02 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

e 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess;

p "I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, "Without his sovereign grace.

"I'll to the gracious King approach, "Whose sceptre pardon gives; "Perhaps he may command my touch"And then the suppliant lives.

5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my prayer;
e "But if I perish, I will pray,
"And perish only there.

-6 "I can but perish if I go,
"I am resolv'd to try;
"For if I stay away, I know
"I must for ever die."

WALSAL.

HYMN 40. 7 & 6. COWPER.

The Heart healed by Mercy.

IN enslav'd me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er my mind.