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Help us, O Lord, to live to Thee,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King;
To finish here our course with joy,
And each in death to sing ;
I know that my
Who bought me with his blood ;
I know that I shall live through Him,
And in my flesh see God.”
BLESS'D be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord ;
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd.
When from the dead He rais'd his Son,
And call’d Him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope,
That they should never die.
There's an inheritance divine,
Reserv'd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefild,
And fadeth not away.
Saints by the power of God are kept,
Till his salvation come ;
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.
I KNOW that my Redeemer lives;
He lives who once was dead;
Peace to my troubled soul He gives,
The peace Himself hath said.
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave,
All glorious in the sky:
He lives, eternally to save,
Exalted now on high.
He lives to bless me with his love,
My hungry soul to feed;
He lives to plead for me above,
To help in time of need.
I know that my Redeemer lives,
He liveth still the same;
Peace to my troubled soul He gives ;
All glory to his Name !
OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Saviour is gone up on high ;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky !
There his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ye everlasting doors, give way!
Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of Glory in !
Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord, of glorious power possessid ;
The King of saints, and angels too,
God over all, for ever bless'd !
THOU art gone up on high
To mansions in the skies;
And round thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise :
But we are ling’ring here,
With sin and care opprest;
Lord, send thy promis d Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.
Thou art gone up on high,
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto thy crown:
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears-
Lead us at last to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high,
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in thy train :
0! by thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may rise in that dread hour
To thy right hand on high!
THE Lord ascendeth up on high,
The Lord hath triumph'd gloriously,
In power and might excelling;
grave and hell are captive led ;
Lo! He returns, our glorious Head,
To his eternal dwelling.
The heavens with joy receive their Lord,
By saints, by angel hosts ador'd ;
O day of exultation !
O earth! adore thy glorious King,
His rising, his ascension sing,
With grateful adoration.
Our great High Priest hath gone before,
Now on his Church his grace to pour,
And still his love He giveth:
0! may our hearts to Him ascend,
May all within us upward tend
To Him who ever liveth !
COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire ;
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love;
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy grace ;
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide no ill can come.
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but One;
That, through the ages all along,
Thy praise may be our endless song.
CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind ;
Come, pour thy joys on human-kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples meet for Thee.
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by Thee.
Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's Name;
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died;
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee !