4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs,
And let Thy grace be given,
That while we linger yet below,
Our hearts may be in heaven;

5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be :

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell
For evermore with Thee.

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8.7.

OOK, ye saints; the sight is glorious;
See the "Man of sorrows

99 now;

From the fight returned victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow;
Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2 Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him;
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
On the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings;
Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crown the Saviour King of kings.

3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords!

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Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.

L. M.

SAVIOUR, Who for man hast trod
The winepress of the wrath of God,
Ascend, and claim again on high
Thy glory, left for us to die.

2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat,

And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet;
Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing.
And share the triumph of their King.

3 The angel-host enraptured waits:
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates!"
O God and Man! the Father's throne
Is now for evermore Thine own.

4 Our great High-Priest and Shepherd, Thou Within the veil art entered now,

To offer there Thy precious blood
Once poured on earth, a cleansing flood.

5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen bride,
With countless gifts of grace supplied,
Through all her members draws from Thee
Her hidden life of sanctity.

6 O Christ our Lord, of Thy dear care
Thy lowly members heaven-ward bear;
Be ours with Thee to suffer pain,
With Thee for evermore to reign.

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OUR Lord is risen from the dead;

L. M.

Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as His right;
Receive the King of glory in.

4 Who is the King of glory, Who?

The Lord that all His foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of glory, Who?

The Lord, of boundless power possessed,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest.

Also the following:

367 Jesus, our risen King.

370 Triumphant Lord, Thy work is done. 371 Christ, above all glory seated.

372 The Head, that once was crowned with thorns.

373 Thou art gone up on high.

374 Crown Him with many crowns.
450 All hail the power of Jesus' Name!
457 Rejoice, the Lord is King.

545 Golden harps are sounding.

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Whitsuntide.

Her the watery deep,

EAR us, Thou that broodedst

Waking all creation

From its primal sleep;
Holy Spirit, breathing
Breath of life divine,
Breathe into our spirits,
Blending them with Thine.
Light and Life immortal!
Hear us as we raise
Hearts, as well as voices,
Mingling prayer and praise.

2 When the sun ariseth

In a cloudless sky,

May we feel Thy presence,

Holy Spirit, nigh;

Shed Thy radiance o'er us,

Keep it cloudless still,

Through the day before us,

Perfecting Thy will.

Light and Life immortal! etc.

6.5.

3 When the fight is fiercest
In the noontide heat,
Bear us, Holy Spirit,

To our Saviour's feet;
There to find a refuge

Till our work is done,
There to fight the battle,
Till the battle's won.

Light and Life immortal! etc.

4 If the day be falling
Sadly as it goes,
Slowly in its sadness
Sinking to its close,
May Thy love in mercy,
Kindling, ere it die,
Cast a ray of glory

O'er our evening sky.

Light and Life immortal! etc.

5 Morning, noon, and evening,
Whensoe'er it be,

Grant us, gracious Spirit,
Quickening life in Thee:
Life that gives us, living,
Life of heavenly love,
Life, that brings us, dying,
Life from heaven above.
Light and Life immortal!
Hear us as we raise
Hearts, as well as voices,

Mingling prayer and praise.

This hymn may be sung with or without the refrain, as desired.