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The Ascension of Christ.
1 OUR LORD is risen from the dead!
Our SAVIOUR is gone up on high! The pow'rs of Hell are captive led,
Dragg’d to the portals of the sky. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Ye everlasting doors ! give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims the mansions as His right :
Receive the King of Glory in.
4 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD, who all his foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and Hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conq’ror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant 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.
The Church our Delight and Sufety. 1 THE LORD of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
What all my foes can do.
O grant me an abode
The temples of my God!
And see Thy beauty still;
And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There тау
His children hide:
He makes my soul abide.
Above my foes around,
Within Thy temple sound.
Secking God with Pruyer and Hope. i Soon as I heard my Father say,
· Ye children, seek my grace;'
heart replied without delay,
2 Let not Thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
In this distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred near and dear
- Leave me to want, or die,
And all my need supply.
Had not my soul believ'd
Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
And far exceed your hope.
On recovering from Sickness.
At Thy command diseases fly:
From the dark borders of the grave? 2 Sing to the LORD, ye saints of His,
And tell how large His goodness is;
anger but a moment stays;
A But I forgot Thine arm was strong,
My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.
Psalm XXXII. A guilty Conscience eased by Confession. 1 BLEST is the man, for ever bless'd,
Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God; Whose șins with sorrow are confess'd,
And cover'd with his SAVIOUR's blood. 2 While I keep silence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What agonies of inward smart!
And all my secret faults confess; Thy Gospel speaks a pard’ning word,
Thine holy SPIRIT seals the grace. 4 For this shall ev'ry humble soul
Make swift addresses to Thy seat : When floods of huge temptations roll,
There shall they find a blest retreat. 5 How safe beneath Thy wings I lie,
When days grow dark, and storms appear! And when I walk, Thy watchful eye
Shall guide me safe from ev'ry scare.
Saints invited to praisc the Creator.
1 YE saints! rejoice; the work of praise
By right to you belongs :
Sound comely on your tongues. 2 Let ev'ry harp it's tribute bring,
Your utmost skill employ;
To swell the gen’ral joy.
3 Sing to the LORD, with cheerful might,
Memorials ever new ;
And all His works are true.
4 His love to earth's remotest verge
Appears in rich display:
In tuneful, bright array.
5 When from the wild chaotic flood
He call'd the solid land,
At his supreme command.
6 Tremble, 0 earth !. beneath His nod;
Ye nations ! dread His frown;
Shall choose to make His own.