OUR Lord is risen from the dead!
Our Jesus is gone up on high!

Captivity is captive led,

Led to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in!

4 Who is this King of glory? Who?

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew: And Jesus is the conquerors name. 5 Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord, of glorious power possessed, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest!

164.

Ch. Wesley, 1708-88.

T. 42.

REJOICE, the Lord is King! Your God and King adore! Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore.

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again, ye saints, rejoice.

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,

He took his seat above.

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again, ye saints, rejoice.

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell

Are unto Jesus given;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again, ye saints, rejoice.

4 He sits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes submit,
And bow to his command,

And fall beneath his feet.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again, ye saints, rejoice.

5 He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy.

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again, ye saints, rejoice.

6 Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus our Lord shall come, And take his brethren up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice: The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. Ch. Wesley, 1709-38.

165.*

SURELY God is present here;

T. 83.

Since the Lord with grace and favour To my spirit doth appear,

As my Jesus, as my Saviour; For the holy Trinity

Is to us in Jesus nigh.

2 O might all my wishes tend
Unto Christ without cessation,
He's my best and nearest friend,
Full of grace, truth, and salvation;
I, when he is present, feel
Happiness no tongue can tell.

3 Holy awe pervades my heart,
When I see my great Creator
Of man's nature taking part,

That he, as my Mediator,
Might lay down his life for me,
And from death might set me free.

4 In the grave for me he lay;

Then arose with power and glorious, Grace triumphant to display,

Proving over death victorious;
And for forty days was seen
By his followers, God with men.
5 He ascended up on high,

Glorious and with honour crowned;
Clothed with power and majesty,
And at God's right hand enthroned,
He doth still as man appear,
Pleading for us sinners there.

6 O when will the time draw near,
That he, who to heaven ascended,
Shall in majesty appear,

By the heavenly hosts attended?
But we're silent:-to believe
Is our lot, while here we live.

stands,

The house of God not made with hands,
A great High-priest our nature wears,
The Patron of mankind appears.

2 He who for men in mercy stood,
And poured on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace,
The guardian God of human race.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains,
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, and agonies, and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows has a part,
He sympathizes in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

6 With boldness then before the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

The highest place that heaven affords Is his, is his by right;

The King of kings and Lord of lords, And heaven's eternal Light.

2 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below,

To whom he manifests his love,

And grants his name to know.
To them the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heaven.

3 They suffer with their Lord below;
They reign with him above;
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of his love.

The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him,
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

WHEN Christ, our Saviour, did ascend,
The Father bade his hosts attend,

And worship his dear Son:
With loud acclaims of joy they gazed,
And cheerful Hallelujahs raised,
Adoring humbly at his throne.

2 Can we thy triumphs e'er forget?
Shall we not worship at thy feet,
For all thy griefs and pain?
Yes; we will join the angelic throng
In singing that eternal song,

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain."

3 The assembly, which, with thee at rest,
Appears in spotless garments dressed,
Bows down and humbly sings;
We, too, thy saving name will bless,
And thee with heart and voice confess
The Lord of lords and King of kings.
John Cennick, 1718-55.

RAISE your devotion, mortal tongues;
Be your exalted Saviour
The theme of your triumphant songs;
Extol his name for ever:

Lo, angels strike their loudest strings,
For heaven and all created things

Must sound Immanuel's praises.

2 Ye mourning souls, look upward too,
For Christ is now preparing,
At God's right hand, a place for you;
Shake off all thoughts despairing:
Thence he, your gracious Lord, will come
To fetch your longing spirits home,

And crown your love and labour.

F. C. Jacobi (after German of J. Zwick).

O LORD, who now art seated
Above the heavens on high,
(Thy gracious work completed
For which thou cam'st to die,)
To thee our hearts are lifted,
While pilgrims wandering here,
For thou art truly gifted

Our every grief to share.

2 We know that thou hast bought us,
And washed us in thy blood;
We know thy grace has brought us,
As kings and priests, to God:
We know that soon the morning,
Long looked for, hasteth near,
When we, at thy returning,
In glory shall appear.

3 O Lord, thy love's unbounded!
So full, so sweet, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded
Whene'er we think of thee;
For us thou cam'st from heaven,
For us to bleed and die,
That, purchased and forgiven,
We might ascend on high.
4 O let thy love constrain us

To give our hearts to thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us,
But that which paineth thee:
Our joy, our one endeavour,
Through suffering, conflict, shame-
To serve thee, gracious Saviour,
And magnify thy name.

173.

James George Deck, b. 1807.
T. 14.

WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High-priest above;
His heart is filled with tenderness,
His bowels yearn with love.

2 In all our griefs he takes a share,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations are,
For he has felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out strong cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.

O GOD, thou fathomless abyss,
Thee mortal tongue cannot define,
Or speak thy god-like properties,
Thy holy heights, thy depths divine:
Thou'rt like unto a boundless sea;
Of universal nature Lord:
Such knowledge is not found in me,
Frail worm, thy glories to record.
2 Counsel and deed are one with thee,
And justice in thy court presides;
Perfection's thine without degree,
And love thy character abides:
Thy mercy, faithfulness and grace
Each morning unto us are new,
And every day brings fresh displays
Of thy protecting care to view.

3 Ah, who can render thee just praise?
Who? tho' his heart and tongue com-
No temple is thy dwelling place, [bined:
Thy worship cannot be confined:
By building shrines, where thou shalt
dwell,

Thy proper aim is ne'er attained;
To such thou dost thy love reveal
As humbly on thy word depend.
4 Service, not gifts, thou dost demand
From man; this shall his profit be:
Salvation, life, flow from thy hand,

But no increase accrues to thee;
Thy hand rewards, though all is thine;
Thy fire in wrath consumes thy foes,
While in its genial warmth and shine
Thy friends with heavenly joy repose.
5 The seraphim with sweetest tone

Express the glory of thy sway; The elders, kneeling at thy throne, Serve thee, and deepest homage pay: Like them, before thy majesty,

With humble awe I sink ashamed; Thou art in truth, O Lord most high, All that is great and holy named.

Ernst Lange, 1650-1727.

175.

T. 14.

ALMIGHTY God, thou Sovereign Lord,
Before thy throne we fall;

In earth as heaven be thou adored,
Thou the great Cause of all.

2 Thou canst not by our eyes be seen,
Thou art a Spirit pure,

Who from eternity hast been,
And ever shalt endure.

3 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore;

Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Thou dwellest evermore.

4 In wisdom, infinite thou art;
Thine eye doth all things see,
And every thought of every heart
Is fully known to thee.

5 Whate'er thou wilt, thou, Lord, canst do
Here and in heaven above;
But chiefly we rejoice to know
Almighty God is love.

6 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have
Thy goodness we rehearse, [made;
In shining characters displayed
Throughout the universe.

7 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

8 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds harmonious sing.

9 Creatures with all their endless race
Thy power and praise proclaim;
May we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

Cur Various,

1६9 us.

MONARCH of all, with humble fear,
To thee heaven's hosts their voices raise;
E'en earth and dust thy bounties share :
Let earth and dust attempt thy praise.

2 Thou, Lord, art light: thy glorious ray
No shade, no variation knows;
To my dark soul thy light display,

The brightness of thy face disclose.

3 Thou, Lord, art love: from thee pure love Flows forth in unexhausted streams; Let me its quickening virtue prove,

O fill my heart with sacred flames.

4 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou alone: With eager hope, with warm desire, Thee may I still my portion own,

To thee in every thought aspire.

5 So shall my every power to thee
In love and pure devotion rise;
Yea, body, soul, and spirit be
A holy, living sacrifice.

6 Lord God Almighty, ceaseless praise In heaven, thy throne, to thee is given: Here, as in heaven, thy name we bless, For where thy presence shines is heaven. 3. A. Freylinghausen, 1670-1739 (tr. F. Wesley).

177.

T. 14.
THERE is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
2 The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,

Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.

3 The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love;

Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

4 The moon above, the church below,
A wondrous race they run;
But all their radiance, all their glow,
Each borrows of its sun.

5 The Saviour lends the light and heat That crown his holy hill;

The saints, like stars around his seat,
Perform their courses still.

6 The dew of heaven is like thy grace,
It steals in silence down;

GIVE to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure, [more.
When suns and moons shall shine no
5 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, from darkness and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 Through this vain world he guides our
And leads us to his heavenly seat: [feet,
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748.