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HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]

Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii, 6.
ARK! the herald angels say,

H Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day!

o Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly.

e 2 Love's redeeming work is done! Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry won! Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;

Lo! he sits in blood no more.

-3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal-
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has open'd Paradise.

o 4 Lives again our glorious king,
d "Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,

d "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

-5 What though once we perish'd all, Partners of our parents fall ;

• Second life we shall receive,

And in Christ forever live.

CUDWORTH.

HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]

Christ's Ascension.

• 1 HALL, the day that saw him rise,

Ravish'd from our wishful eyes

• Christ awhile to mortals giv'n,
o Reascends his native heaven:
--There the pompous triumph waits;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of glory in!"

2 Him tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.

e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee.

Grant, though parted from our sight,
-High above yon azure height,—
Grant our souls may thither rise—
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
o 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home.

o There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-
Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee.

HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*] CHRIST'S Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ii, 32-36.

1 NOME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
You tuying, rising, Lord to sing

And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell,
And, dying, finish'd all your woes.
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd; while hymning angels round,
Thro' the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r!
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.

5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise ;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.

6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace,
Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face,
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.

STEELE.

HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*] CHRIST'S Resurrection and Ascension. Matt. xxviii, 2.

d 1 ANGELS, roll the rock

Death, yield up the mighty prey!

s See, the Saviour quits the tomb-
Glowing with immortal bloom.

u 2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.

o 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,

Hail and sing th' incarnate God. g 4 Heav'n unfolds her portals wideGlorious Hero, thro' them ride; King of glory, mount thy throne, Boundless empire is thine own. 8 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ; Praise him in the noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues. -6 Let Emmanuel be ador'dd Ransom, Mediator, Lord; o To creation's utmost bound, Let th' immortal praise resound.

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GIBBONS.

HYMN 25. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth. [*]

Praise to the REDEEMER.

[IGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?

-Lord of man, as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.

-2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days!

o Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just, exalted praise.

g 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand beyond a seraph's thoughtFor created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought.

4 For thy providence that governs, Thro' thine empire's wide domain; e Wings an angel-guides a sparrowBlessed be thy gentle reign.

e 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, Dark thro' brightness all along!

e Thought is poor, and poor expression, Who dare sing that awful song?

Hal.

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-6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise, unutter'd lie?

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d Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence! Sing the Lord who came to die.

e 7 Did archangels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? -Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

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Should my tongue refuse to praise. 8 From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest woAll to ransom guilty captives! Flow my praise, for ever flow. 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour;

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne

g Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all thine own. Hallelujah, &c.

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ROBINSON.

HYMN 26. C. M. Marlborough. [*]
Coronation of Christ. Cant. iii, 11.
LL bail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;

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Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him-Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fix'd this floating ball;

Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him-Lord of all.

3 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;

Extol the stein of Jesse's rod,

And crown him-Lord of all.

4. Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David, Lord, did call.

The God incarnate! Man Divine!
And crown him-Lord of all.

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-5 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransom'd from the fall,

Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.

e 6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget,
The wormwood and the gall;
-Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him-Lord of all.

7 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

g To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him--Lord of all.

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HYMN 27. 6 & 4.

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DUMAN.

Trinity. [*]

Jesus is King. Rev. xiv, 3.

ET us awake our joys,

Strike up with cheerful voice

Each creature sing;

Angels-begin the song,

Mortals-the strains prolong, In accents, sweet and strong,"Jesus is King."

-2 Proclaim abroad his name,
Tell of his matchless fame-
What wonders done;

Shout through hell's dark profound,
Let the whole earth resound,
Till the high heav'ns rebound-

"The vict'ry's won."

-3 He vanquish'd sin and hell, And the last foe will quell;

e Mourners rejoice!

His dying love adore:

o Praise him now rais'd in power, And triumph ever more,

With a glad voice.

• 4 All hail the glorious day, When thro' the heav'nly way, Lo, he shall come !

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While they who pierc'd him wail,
His promise shall not fail;

o Saints, see your King prevail;
d Come, dear Lord, come!

KINGSBURY