is so.

this transport

and.. He is mine. A - men.

2 Things that once caused wild alarms Cannot now disturb my rest,

Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on His loving breast.
Oh, to lie for ever here,

Care, and doubt, and self resign;
While He whispers in my ear,
I am His and His is mine.

3 His for ever, only His!

Who the Lord and me can part?

Ah, with what a rest of bliss

Christ can fill the loving heart! Heaven and earth may fade and flee,

First-born light in gloom decline; But while God and I shall be,

I am His and He is mine.

Anon.

Tune-MOZART.

1 Hail the day that sees Him rise,
To His throne above the skies;
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends His native heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits :
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of Glory in.

3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still He loves the earth He leaves
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.

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4 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head. Made like Him, like Him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 5 King of glory, Soul of bliss, Everlasting life is this,

Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love.

C. Wesley. 1739.

4 See, He lifts His hands above;
See, He shows the prints of love;
Hark! His gracious lips bestow
Blessings on His church below.

5 Still for us His death He pleads;
Prevalent He intercedes;

Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

6 Lord, though parted from our sight
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following Thee beyond the skies.

C. Wesley. 1739. Alt. V. 1, 1. 2; v. 2, l. 1; v. 6, l. I.