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3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal sceno:
He claims these inansions as His right:

Receive the King of glory in.
4 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord that all our 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 glorious power possess'd ;
The King of saints and angels too:
God over all, for ever bless'd.

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John xx. 17.

C. M.

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1

That cloth'd himself in clay,
Entered 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 spoiled our hellish foes.
3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to His Father flies.
With scars of honour in His flesh,

And triumph in His eyes.
4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach His blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our Incarnato God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heaven and all created things

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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Psalm lxviii. 18. 7's..MADAN. AIL the day that sees Him rise

1

Christ, awhile to mortais given,

Enters now the gates of heaven.
2 There the glorious triumph waits:

Lift your heads, eternal gates !
Christ hath vanquished death and sin:

Take the King of glory in.
3 See, the heaven its Lord receives;

Yet He loves the earth He leaves.
Though returning to His throne,

Still He calls mankind His own. 4 Still for us He intercedes;

His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,

Great Forerunner of our race.
6 What though parted from our sight,

Far above yon starry height;
May our warm affections rise,

Following Him beyond the skies. 320

Psalm xlvii. 5. P. M. HEBER. 1 Go

YOD is gone up with a merry noise U of saints that sing on high ; With His own right hand,and His holy arm,

He hath won the victory.
2 Now empty are the courts of death,

And crush'd thy sting, despair;
And roses bloom in the

desert tomb,
For Jesus hath been there.

3 And He hath tamed the strength of hell,

And dragg'd him through the sky, And captive behind His chariot wheel

He hath bound captivity. 4 God is gone up with a merry noise,

Of saints that sing on high ; With His own right hand,and His holy arm,

He hath won the victory,

HIS CHARACTERS AND TITLES.

321 A

Luke 1. 78.

S. M. 1 LL hail ! Redeeming Lord,

Blest day-spring from above;
All hail! Thou Sun of Righteousness,

With all Thy vital love.
2 Shine, lovely Star of day,

Around and in us shine ;
And our benighted souls shall own

Thy light and love divine.
3 Our wandering footsteps guide,

Through all this desert land ; Beneath Thy beams we'll trace the path

That leads to Thy right hand. 4 Death's vale shall lose its gloom,

Cheer'd with Thy vital ray ; And open to our longing eyes

The bliss of perfect day.

322 Col. 1. 18, 19

L. M.

WATTS. i no worship at Immanuel's feet,

meet Earth is too narrow to express His worth, His glory, or His grace.

2 The whole creation can afford

But some faint shadows of my Lord;
Nature, to make His beauties known,

Must mingle colours not her own. 3 Is He a temple ? I adore

Th' indwelling majesty and power ;
And still to this most holy place,

Whene'er I pray, I'll turn my face. 4 Is He a star ? He breaks the night,

Piercing the shades with dawning light;
I know His glories froin afar,

I know the bright, the morning star. 6 Is He a sun ? His beams are grace,

His course is joy and righteousness ;
Nations rejoice when He appears

To chase their clouds and dry their tears. 6 O let me climb those higher skies

Where storms and darkness never rise:
There He displays His power abroad,

And shines and reigns th' Incarnate God. 7 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,

Nor heaven, His full resemblance bears ;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold Him face to face.

323 Isalah ix. 6.

JOIN

L, M.

WATTS. 1 OIN all the names of love and power

That ever men or angels bore,
All are too mean to speak His worth,

Or set Immanuel's glory forth.
2 The Angel of the Covenant stands

With His commission in His hands,
Sent from His Father's gracious throne,
To make the great salvation known.

3 Great Prophet, let me bless Thy name;

By Thee the joyful tidings came
Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven,

Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 4 Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds,

The Captain of Salvation leads;
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

5 Should death, and hell, and powers

unknown,
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe ; for Christ displays
Salvation in more sovereign ways.

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1 Cor. 1. 30.

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JOON

1.

all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore :
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

2 But O what gentle terms,

What condescending ways,
Doth our Redcemer use

To teach His heavenly grace !
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love He bears for me.

3 Array'd in mortal flesh,

He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises

And pardons in His hands:
Commission'd from His Father's throne
To make His grace to mortals known.

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