Let then your hearts with this revive,
The sinner's friend is yet alive.

3 He'll guard your souls from ev'ry ill-
His largest promises fulfil;

Then let your hearts with this revive,
That Jesus Christ is yet alive.

[4 What tho' you fear to launch away,
And quit this tenement of clay;
O let your hearts with this revive,
That Jesus Christ is yet alive.]
5 Abundant grace he will afford,
'Till you are present with the Lord;
And prove what you have heard before,
That Jesus lives forevermore.

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49. 7s. Cudworth's Col.

Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii. 6
1 Cor. xv. 55. 56.

HARK! the herald angels say,

Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to day!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.

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 sets 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 hath open'd paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious king,
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he dy'd our souls to save,
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
5 What tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;

Hal

Second life we shall receive,

And in Christ forever live.

[6 Hail thou dear Almighty Lord,
'Hail thou great incarnate word;
'Hail thou suff'ring son of God
• Take the trophies of thy blood.']

50. 7s. Gibbons.

Hal.

Christ's Resurrection and Ascension....Matt. xxviii. 2.

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away,

Death, yield up thy mighty prey:

See the Saviour quits the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.

3 Now ye saints, lift up your eyes,
See the conqu'ror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail, and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heav'n unfolds her portals wide,
Glorious hero, thro' them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand, thousand tongues.
6 Ev'ry note to rapture swell:
Sing the pow'rs of death and hell
Dragg'd in chains behind his wheels,
Each the wreck eternal feels.

7 Let Immanuel be ador'd,
Ransom, mediator, Lord;
To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.

Hal.

Hal

51. 148th. Peacock.

Christ's Resurrection and Ascension....Luke xxiv. 34% LL hail! the glorious morn,

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That saw our Saviour rise;

With vict'ry bright adorn'd;

And triumph in his eyes:

Ye saints extol your risen Lord,
And sing his praise with sweet accord>

Behold the Lamb of God,

Th' atoning sacrifice,

Sustains the dreadful load
Of man's iniquities;

Death, sin and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquished fell when Jesus rose.

At once the prison doors,

Death's awful gates, expand;
Their captive they restore,
At God's supreme command:
How blest the hour, awake our joys,
Hell's fatal pow'r, lo, he destroys.

The conqueror ascends,
In triumph to the skies;
Celestial hosts attend,

To crown his victories:

Hark! they proclaim his glorious name;
And heav'n resounds Immanuel's fame.

Now to the throne above,

Let ev'ry saint draw near;

There dwells incarnate love,

Grace sits triumphant there:

See mercy smile, e'en on that throne,
Where once did wrath and justice frown

All praise be to the Lamb,
Who offer'd up his blood;
Hosannas to his name,

That for our ransom stood;

In notes sublime with joy we sing,

The love divine of Christ our King.

52. L. M. Wesley.

Christ's Ascension.,..Psalm xxiv. 7-10,
Lord is risen from the dead;

O URKM
1. Our Jesus is gone up on high;

The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates l
"Ye everlasting doors give way

יי!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the king of glory in.

4" Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqu'rors name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
"Ye everlasting doors give way!"
"Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
The King of saints, and angels too,,
God over all, for ever blest!

53. L. M Doddridge.

Keys of the unseen World in Christ's Hand....Rev. i. 18% 1 AIL to the Prince of life and peace,

HAIL

Who holds the keys of death and hell!

The spacious world unseen is his,

And sov'reign pow'r becomes him well.
2 In shame and torment once he dy'd;
But now he lives for evermore:
Bow down, ye saints, around his seat,.
And all ye angel-bands adore.

3 Live, live forever, glorious Lord, To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends; While all thy chosen tribes rejoice, That thy dominion never ends. 4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love; Worthy to rule o'er mortal life,

O'er worlds below and worlds above. 5 When death thy servants shall invade, When pow'rs of hell thy church annoy, Controul'd by thee, their rage shall help The cause they labour'd to destroy. 6 For ever reign, victorious King: Wide thro' the earth thy name be known; And call my longing soul to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne.

CHARACTERS, NAMES, OFFICES, TITLES, &c.

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54. L. M. Steele. Advocate....1 John, ii. 1.

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WHERE is my God? does he retire Beyond the reach of humble sighs? Are these weak breatings of desire, Too languid to ascend the skies? 2 No, Lord, my breathings of desire, My weak petitions, if sincere, Are not forbidden to aspire, But reach to thy all-gracious ear. 3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands: The glorious Advocate on high, With precious incense in his hands. 4 He smiles on ev'ry humble groan. He recommends each broken pray'r;