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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.


John xx. 17.

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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.


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


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,


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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.


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

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


1 Cor. 1. 30.

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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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