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3 There your exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right hand again; In all his Father's majesty,

In everlasting pow'r to reign.

4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your destin'd place,
And emulate the angel choir,

And only live to love and praise,

HYMN 71.

1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col, iii. 1.

1 CHRIST from the dead is rais'd and made

The First Fruits of the tomb;

For, as by man canie death, by man
Did resurrection come.

2 For, as in Adam all mankind
Did guilt and death derive

So, by the righteousness of Christ,
Shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get

The things which are above, where Christ
At God's right hand is set.

ASCENSION.

(C. M.)

HYMN 72.

1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Ye saints approach! the anguish view,

Of him who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you,

For you he sheds his precious blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains!

(L. M.)

6 Say, "Live for ever glorious King,
"Born to redeem, instruct, and save!"
Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting!
"And where thy victory, O grave !"

HYMN 73.

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

4

And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right; Receive the King of Glory in.

"Who is the King of Glory, who?"

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conq'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless pow'r possess❜d, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd.

WHITSUNDAY.

HYMN 74.

1 COME, holy Ghost! Creator, come,
Inspire these souls of thine;

Till every heart which thou hast made,
Be fill'd with grace divine.

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heav'nly speech impart.

(L. M.)

(C. M.)

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within,

That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd,
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both deriv'd.

HYMN 75.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys:
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
In vain we strive to rise!

fosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

HYMN 76.

1 HE'S come! let every knee be bent,
All hearts new joy resume;
Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent,
"The Comforter is come."

2 What greater gift, what greater love,
Could God on man bestow?

Angels for this rejoice above,
Let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul
Thy sacred influence feel;

Do thou each sinful thought control,
And fix our wav'ring zeal!

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey,

Those checks which we should know;

Thy motions point to us the way;
Thou giv'st us strength to go.

(C. M.)

(C. M.)

TRINITY SUNDAY.

HYMN 77.

1 O HOLY, holy, holy, Lord,

Bright in thy deeds and in thy name,
For ever be thy name ador'd,
Thy glories let the world proclaim!
2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified
To take our load of sins away,
Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide
Along the realms of upper day!

3 O Holy Spirit, from above,

In streams of light and glory giv'n,
Thou source of ecstasy and love,

Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n! 4 O God triune! to thee we owe

Our ev'ry thought, our ev'ry song;
And ever may thy praises flow

From saint and seraph's burning tongue!

HYMN 78.

1 FATHER of all, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pard'ning love extend!
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend!
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning pow'r extend!
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,

Mysterious Godhead, Three in one!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!

HYMN 79.

1 WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our eomforts here,
And all our hopes above:
He sent his own
Eternal Son,
To die for sins

That man had done.

(LM)

(L. M.)

(IL 4)

2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,

Who sav'd us by his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,

And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one:
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

FAST-DAY.

HYMN SO.

1 ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone Our prostrate nopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,
Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!

What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;

Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When God, our God, is near.

(C. M.)

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