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 Ilis right;
Receive the King of glory in.

4. "Who is the King of glory, who?"—

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

5. Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors! give way."

6. "Who is the King of glory, who?"

The Lord of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blessed.

261. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. HAIL! morning known among the blest,-
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,—
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
Pledge of the endless rest above.

2. Blest be the Father of our Lord,

Who from the dead hath brought His Son,
Hope to the lost was then restored,
And everlasting glory won.

3. Scarce morning twilight had begun
To chase the shades of night away,

262. L. M.

WARDLAW.

1. HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to th' incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing.
2. Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
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,
Here we Thy parting promise claim.
4. But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!

5. So, in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.

HEBER

HENRY. C. M.

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S. B. POND.

1. Oh! for a shout

To God, the

Sovereign King; Let

2

triumph sing.

267. C. M.

2. Jesus, our God, ascends on high;

His heavenly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honor sing;-
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4. Rehearse his praise, with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5. In Israel stood His ancient throne:-
He loved that chosen race;
But now He calls the world His own;
The heathen taste His grace.

268. C. M.

WATTS.

1. TRIUMPHANT, Christ ascends on high,

The glorious work complete ;

Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie,
Beneath His awful feet.

2. There, with eternal glory crowned,
The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound,
In their immortal strains.

3. Amid the splendors of His throne,
Unchanging love appears;

The names He purchased for His own
Still on His heart He bears.

4. O, the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store:

1. THE head that once was crown'd with thorn Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2. The highest place that heaven affords,
Is His by sovereign right;

The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright;—

3. The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,

To whom He manifests His love,

And grants His name to know.

4. 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.

5. They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.

6. To them the cross is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

KELLY.