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2. Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raiso
Thine 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 Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail, and sing the incarnate God.
4. Heaven unfolds its portals wide-
Glorious Hero, through 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.

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GIBBONS.

1. CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:
He endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

2. Lo! He rises, mighty King!
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Lo! He claims His native sky!
Grave! where is thy victory?
3. Sinners, see your ransom paid,
Peace with God, for ever made:
With your risen Saviour rise;
Claim with ilim the purchased skies.
4. Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Loud the song of victory raise;
Shout the great Redeemer's praise.

1. HAIL the day that sees Him rise,
Glorious, to His native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.
2. There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!

Christ hath vanquished death and sin;
Take the King of glory in.

3. See, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet He loves the earth He leaves:
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.

4. Still for us Ho intercedes,

His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Great Forerunner of our race.

5. What, though parted from our sight, Far above yon starry height;

Thither our affections rise,
Foll'wing Him beyond the skies.

MADAN.

HOW CALM AND BEAUTIFUL. C. L. M.

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284. C. L. M.

2. Ye mourning saints! dry every tear
For your departed Lord;
"Behold the place-He is not there,"
The tomb is all unbarred:

The gates of death were closed in vain:
The Lord is risen-He lives again.

3. Now cheerful to the house of prayer
Your early footsteps bend,
The Saviour will Himself be there,
Your advocate and friend:

Once by the law your hopes were slain,
But now in Christ ye live again.

4. How tranquil now the rising day!
'Tis Jesus still appears,

A risen Lord to chase away

Your unbelieving fears:

Oh! weep no more your comforts slain,
The Lord is risen-He lives again.

5. And when the shades of evening fall, When life's last hour draws nigh, If Jesus shine upon the soul,

1. O SING unto my soul, my love,
That all-entrancing lay,
Such as the seraphim above
Are singing far away;

It comes as some familiar strain,
Once heard in heaven, now heard again.

2. For, sure as olden sages tell,

We are not all of earth;

The soul, by some mysterious spell,

Has glimpses of its birth,

And memories of things divine,

Thrill o'er me at that voice of thine.

3. They come as half-forgotten dreams
From that eternal land,

The sound of its celestial streams,
And shores of silver sand.

The angel faces in the air,

O sing-and waft my spirit there.

EMPYREAN. S. M.

J. ZUNDEL.

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286. S. M.

1. BEYOND the starry skies,

Far as th' eternal hills,

There in the boundless world of light,

Our great Redeemer dwells.

2. Around Him angels fair,

In countless armies shine;

And ever, in exalted lays,

They offer songs divine.

3. "Hail, Prince of life!" they cry, "Whose unexampled love,

Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above."

4. And when He stooped to earth,
And suffered rude disdain,
They cast their honors at His feet,
And waited in His train.

5. They saw Him on the cross,

While darkness veiled the skies, And when He burst the gates of death, They saw the Conqueror rise.

6. They thronged His chariot wheels, And bore Him to His throne; Then swept their golden harps and sung"The glorious work is done."

CAMBRIDGE. C. M.

DR. RANDALL.

289. C. M.

2. He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subd:
All-powerful as the wind He cimo,
And all as viewless, too.

3. He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,

While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to fix his rest.

4. And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And whispers us of heaven.

5. And every virtue we possess,
And every virtue won,
And every thought of holiness
Are His and his alone.

6. Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness pitying see;

O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
Purer and worthier Thee.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

290. C. M.

1. WHEN God of old came down from heav'n,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness, and half flame.

2. But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gales at morning prime
Hovered His holy Dove.

3. The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,

1. No track is on the sunny sky,
No footprints on the air:
Jesus hath gone; the face of carth

Is desolate and bare.

2. That Upper Room is heaven on earth;
Within its precincts lie

All that earth has of faith, or hope,
Or heaven-born charity.

3. One moment-and the silentness
Was breathless as the grave;
The flutter'd earth forgot to quake,
The troubled trees to wave.

4. He comes! He comes! that mighty Breath From heaven's eternal shores;

His uncreated freshness fills

His Bride, as she adores.

5. Earth quakes before that rushing blast,
Heaven echoes back the sound,
And mightily the tempest wheels
That Upper Room around.

6. One moment-and the Spirit hung
O'er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all
In cloven tongues of fire.

FADER.