e 3 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-
Following 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 heaven of heavens in thee.

HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*] CHRIST'S Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ii. 32-36.

1 COME, tune, ye saints, your noblest 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 subdued your potent foes;
Subdued the powers of death and hell,
And, dying, finished all your woes:
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Returned; while hymning angels round,
Through the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious power!
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 every heart, and every tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.

STEELE.

HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]

CHRIST'S Resurrection and Ascension. Matt. xxviii. 2. NGELS, roll the rock away!

d 1

s See, the Saviour quits the tomb-
Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Thine eternal trump of praise;
-Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.

prey!

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o 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
g 4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide-
Glorious Hero, through them ride;
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 Let Emmanuel be adored-
d Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
o To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.

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HYMN 25. 8, 7, & 4.

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GIBBONS.

Tamworth. [*]

Praise to the REDEEMER.

IGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?

-Lord of man, as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen,

-2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days!

o Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just, exalted praise.

Hal.

g 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand beyond a seraph's thought

For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought.

Hal.

4 For thy providence that governs, Through thine empire's wide domain;

e Wings an angel-guides a sparrowBlessed be thy gentle reign.

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e 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption,

Dark through brightness all along! e Thought is poor, and poor expression; a Who dare sing that awful song?

-6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie?

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d Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord, who came to die.
e 7 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
-Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

a

Should my tongue refuse to praise.
8 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe-
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.

o 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour;

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:

g Thence return, and reign forever; Be the kingdom all thine own. Hallelujah, &c.

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Hal.

Hal.

ROBINSON.

HYMN 26. C. M. Marlborough. [*]

Coronation of Christ. Cant. iii. 11.

1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him-Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;

Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him-Lord of all.

3 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown him-Lord of all.

-4 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, Whom David, Lord, did call:

The God incarnate! Man Divine!
And crown him-Lord of all.

-5 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.

e 6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
-Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him-Lord of all.

7 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball,

g To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him-Lord of all.

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HYMN 27. 6 & 4.

DUMAN.

Trinity. [*]

Jesus is King. Rev. xiv. 3.

1ET us awake our joys,

Strike up with cheerful voice

Each creature, sing;

Angels-begin the song,
Mortals the strains prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,-
"Jesus is King."

-2 Proclaim abroad his name,
Tell of his matchless fame-
What wonders done;

Shout through hell's dark profound,
Let the whole earth resound,
Till the high heavens rebound—
"The victory's won."

-3 He vanquished sin and hell,
And the last foe will quell;
Mourners, rejoice!

His dying love adore:

o Praise him now raised in power,

And triumph evermore,

With a glad voice.

• 4 All hail the glorious day,
When through the heavenly way,
Lo, he shall come !

g

While they who pierced him wail,
His promise shall not fail;

o Saints, see your King prevail;

KINGSBURY

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HYMN 28. H. M. Triumph. [*]
The Kingdom of Christ. Phil. iv. 4.

REJOICE the Lord is King!

Your God and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:

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 purged 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 given:

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.
o 6 Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus the Judge shall come

And take his servants up
To their eternal home:

g We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice:
The trump of God shall sound-rejoice!

g

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RIPPCN.

HYMN 29. C. M. Swanwick. [*]
Glories of God in Redemption. Isai. xliv. 23.
NATHER—how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs
By thousands through the skies.

FAT

d 2 But when we view thy strange design, To save rebellious worms;

p Where vengeance and compassion join, In their divinest forms;