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Ascended up far above all heavens.—EPH. iv. 10. n

And girt with griefs and fears
To mansions ju the skies,

Our onward course must be ;
And round Thy throne unceasingly

But only let that path of tears
The songs of praise arise ;

Lead us at last to Thee.
P But we are lingering here,

3 Thou art gone up on high ;
With sin and care oppressed :

But Thou shalt come again,
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,

With all the bright ones of the sky
And lead us to our rest.

Attendant in T'hy train. s 2 Thou art gone up on high ;

mf O by Thy saving power,
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But Thou didst first come down,

So make us live and die,
Through earth's inost bitter agony

That we may stand in that dread hour
To pass unto Thy crown:

At Thy right hand on high

Mrs. Emmi

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This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like

manner.-Acts i. 11.

C'HRIS

1
YHRIST is gone-A cloud of light 3 He is gone-But we once more
Has received Him from our sight,

Shall behold Him as before ;
High in heaven, where eye of men

In the heaven of heavens the same Follows not, nor angels' ken;

As on earth He went and came. Through the veils of time and space,

In the many mansions there Passed into the holiest place ;

Place for us He will prepare: All the toil, the sorrow done,

In that world unseen, unknown, All the battle fought and won.

He and we may yet be one. 2 He is gone—Toward their goal

4 He is gone-But not in vain, World and Church must onward roll: Wait until He comes again : Far behind we leave the past;

He is risen, He is not here, Forward are our glances cast;

Far above this earthly sphere : Still His words before us range

Evermore in heart and mind Through the ages as they change :

There our peace in Him we find : Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead,

To our own Eternal Friend, He will give whate'er we need.

Thitherward let us ascend.

A. P. Stanley.

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He... hath an unchangeable priesthood.--HEB, vii. 24. pl 10. JESUS, Lord most merciful,

3 O, hy 'Thy cross and passion,
Low at Thy cross I lie ;

Thy tears and agony,
O sinners' Friend, most pitiful,

And crown of cruel fashion,
Hear my bewailing cry.

And death on Calvary,
I come to Thee with mourning,

By all that untold suffering
I come to Thee in woe,

Endured by Thee alone,
With contrite heart returning,

O Priest, O spotless Offering,
And tears that overflow.

Plead, for Thou didst atone.