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lift up your voices now,
The Lord hath triumphed gloriously,
7 HEN two friends on Easter-Day
GOD, by Whom the seed is given,
By Whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven,
Is planted in our breast; Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air,
And weeds of worldly care.
Do Thou Thy grace supply :
Shall ripen in the sky.
AIL the day that sees Him rise, Alleluia !
Alleluia ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Alleluia ! Enters now the highest heaven. Alleluia ! There the glorious triumph waits ; Alleluia Lift your heads, eternal gates :
Alleluia ! Victor over death and sin,
Alleluia ! Comes the King of glory in.
Lo! the heaven its Lord receives ;
Unto His Father's side.
Thou hast prepared a place,
And look upon Thy face.
A gleam of glory lies ;
That veils Thee from our eyes.
And let Thy grace be given,
Our treasure be in heaven :
Our hope, our love, may be ;
dwell For evermore in Thee.
that we may
118 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, Jesus, the Son of Man, appears. He, Who for men their surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Now high exalted for us pleads, And with His Father intercedes. He knows--for He hath borne the sameThe wants and frailty of our frame ; And, though ascended up on high, Still bends on earth a pitying eye. Saviour, with boldness to Thy throne We come to make our sorrows known; For mercy and for grace we plead, 'To help us in the hour of need.
CROWN Him with crowns of gold,
The Lamb once slain for all :
Who bring their praises now,
That girds His sacred brow.