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3 What though our inbred sins require

Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the LORD our SAVIOUR rose,

So all His followers must. 4 There's an inheritance divine

Reserv'd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefild,

And cannot fade away.
5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept,
Till their salvation

We walk by faith as strangers here,

Till CHRIST shall call us home.


Risen with Christ. 1 HEARKEN, ye children of your God; ;

Ye heirs of glory, hear;
For accents so divine as these

Might charm the dullest ear.
2 Baptiz'd into your SAVIOUR's death,

Your souls to sin must die;


With CHRIST ascend on high.
3 There at His FATHER's hand He sits,

Enthron'd divinely fair ;
Yet owns Himself your brother still,

forerunner there.
4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise,

On wings of faith and love; Jesus your choicest treasure lies,

And be your hearts above.

5 But earth and sin will drag us down,

When we attempt to fly;
LORD, send Thy strong attractive force

To raise and fix us high.

Resurrection and Ascension.

1 HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,

That cloth'd Himself in clay,
Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our IMMANUEL rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoild our hellish foes.
3 See how the CONQ'ROR mounts aloft,

And to His FATHER flies,
With scars of honour in his flesh,

And triumph in His eyes.
4. There our exalted SAVIOUR reigns,

And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne. 5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach His bless'd abode : Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.
6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,

Your sweetest voices raise:
Let heav'n, and all created things,
Sound our IMMANUEL'S praise.

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Ascension and Intercession. 1 HAIL! Thou once-despised Jesus!

Hail! Thou Galilean King ! Thou didst suffer to release us,

Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail! Thou agonizing SAVIOUR,

Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through Thy Name. 2 Paschal LAMB, by God appointed,

All our sins on Thee were laid ;
By Almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven,

Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven;

Peace is made 'tween man and God. 3 JESUS, hail! enthron'd in glory,

There for ever to abide !
All the heav'nly hosts adore Thee,

Seated at Thy FATHER's side. There, for sinners Thou art pleading;

There, Thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear. 4 Worship, honour, pow'r, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive ! Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your noblest, sweetest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits;

Help to chart IMMANUEL'S praise.



i JESUS the LAMB of God hath bled,
He bore


the tree! Beneath my curse He bow'd His head;

'Tis finish'd! He hath died for me. 2 For me I now believe He died:

He made my ev'ry crime His own ; Fully for me He satisfied :

FATHER, well-pleas'd behold. Thy Son! 3 See where before the throne He stands,

And pours the all-prevailing pray'r; Points to His side, and lifts His hands,

And shows that I am graven there. 4 He ever lives for me to pray ; He prays

that I with Him may reign : Amen to what


LORD doth say;
Jesus, Thou canst not pray in vain.



1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives !

What joy the blest assurance gives !
And now, before His FATHER GOD,

Pleads the full merit of His blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,

And justice, arm’d with frowns, appears;
But in the SAVIOUR's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.

3 Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts:

Above our fears, above our faults,
His pow'rful intercessions rise;

And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 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:
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.


1 WHERE is my God? does He retire

Beyond the reach of humble sighs ?
Are these weak breathings of desire

Too languid to ascend the skies?
2 No, LORD, the breathings of desire,

The weak petition, if sincere,
Is not forbidden to aspire,

But reaches thine all-gracious ear.
3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye!

See where the great REDEEMER stands, The glorious ADVOCATE on high,

With precious incense in His hands ! 4. He sweetens ev'ry humble groan,

He recommends each broken prayer: Recline thy hope on Him alone,

Whose power and love forbid despair.

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