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260. L. M.
When Christ arose-unsetting sun 2. There His triumphal chariot waits,
The dawn of joy's eternal day.
Faith marked His bright ascent on high, 3. Loose all your bars of massy light,
And Hope, with gladness, raised her head. And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
5. Descend, O Spirit of the Lord ! He claims these mansions as Ilis right;
Thy fire to every bosom bring,
Then shall our ardent hearts accord, 4. “Who is the King of glory, who?"
And teach our lips God's praise to sing. The Lord that all our foes o'ercame;
WARDLAW. That sin, and death, and hell o'ertlırew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.
262. L. M. 5. Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
1. HOSANNA to the living Lord ! And angels chant tho solemn lay:
Hosanna to th' incaruate Word! "Lift up your heads, ye lieavenly gates! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Ye everlasting doors! give way."
Let carth, let heaven, Hosanna sing. 6. “Who is the King of glory, who?" 2. Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
The Lord of boundless power possessed; Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply:
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound.
3. O Saviour! with protecting care,
Return to this, Thy house of prayer:
Assembled in Thy sacred name, 1. Harli morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love,
Here we Thy parting promise claim. Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
4. But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Pledge of the endless rest above.
Eternal ! bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be 2. Blest be the Father of our Lord,
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!
5. So, in the last and dreadful day,
When carth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 3. Scarce morning twilight had begun
Sball swell the sound of praise again.
267. C. M.
His heavenly guards around
With trumpets' joyful sound. 3. While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
O'er all the earth he reigns. 4. Rehearse his praise, with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race;
The heathen taste His grace.
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine;
I can not wish for more.
Beneath Thy cross I fall,
MRS. STEELE. 269. C. M. 1. The head that once was crown'd with thorpe
Is crowned with glory now;
The mighty Victor's brow.
Is His by sovereign right;
He reigns in glory bright;-
The joy of all below,
And grants Ilis name to know.
With all its grace is given;
Their joy—the joy of heaven.
They reign with Him above;
The mystery of His love.
Though shame and death to Him;
268. C. M.
The glorious work complete ;
Beneath His awful feet.
The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
In their immortal strains.
Unchanging love appears;
Still on His heart He bears.
Of bliss, a boundless store: