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ASCENSION DAY.

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PSALM XLVII. xxi.

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Psalm xxiv.

L. M.

OUR LORD is risen from the dead,

MESSIAH is gone up on high;
The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' etherial scene;
He claims these mansions as His right,
Receive the king of glory in
in'!

4 Who is the King of glory, who?

The LORD, who all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew. And JESUS is the Conqu'ror's name.

5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way

6 Who is the King of glory, who?

The LORD of glorious pow'r possest ; The King of saints and angels too, GOD over all, for ever blest!"

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WAKE, my soul, and grateful sing

Th' ascended SAVIOUR's love:

Sing how he lives to carry on

His people's cause above.

With cries and tears He offer'd up

His humble suit below;
But with authority He asks,
Enthron'd in glory now.

3 For all that come to God by Him,
Salvation He demands;

Points to their names upon His breast,
And spreads His wounded hands.

4 Eternal life, at His request,
To ev'ry saint is giv❜n:
Safety on earth, and after death,
The plenitude of heav'n.

5 Founded on right, Thy prayer avails,
The FATHER smiles on Thee;

And now Thou in Thy kingdom art,
O LORD, remember me.

6 Let the sweet incense of Thy prayer
In my behalf ascend!

And as its virtue, so my praise
Shall never, never, end.

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"SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY,

PSALM XCIII.

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The delights, the heav'nly joys,

The glories of the place,

Where JESUS sheds the brightest beams
Of His o'erflowing grace!

2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on His brow;

While all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

3 Hosanna to our conq'ring King!
All hail, incarnate love!

Ten thousand thousand glories wait,
To crown Thy head above!

4 Arch-angels sound His lofty praise
Through ev'ry heav'nly street;
And lay their highest honors down
Submissive at His feet.

5 That ever blest majestic head,
Which cruel thorns did wound;
See, what immortal glories shine.'
And circle it around.

6 This is th' eternal Son of God,
Whom we unseen adore:

But when our eyes behold His face,
Our hearts shall love Him more.

7 Now to the LAMB, that once was slain,
Be endless honors paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain,
For ever on Thy head.

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5 Praise Gop, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below:
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST

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