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Hosannas to his name,

That for our ransom stood;

In notes sublime with joy we sing, The love divine of Christ our King. 52. L. M. Wesley.

Christ's Ascension....Psalm xxiv. 7...10.

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:

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Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide usfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receives the king of glory in.

4"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 conqu'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solema 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 pow'r possest,
The king of saints, and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest!

53. L. M. Doddridge.

Keys of the unseen world in Christ's hand...Rev. i. 18.
I HAIL to the Prince of life and peace,
Who holds the keys of death and hell!

The spacious world unseen is his, And sov'reign pow'r becomes him well. 2 In shame and torment once he dy'd; But now he lives for evermore: Bow down, ye saints, around his seat, And all ye angel-bands adore. 3 Live, live for ever glorious Lord, To crush thy foes, and guard thy friends; While all thy chosen tribes rejoice, That thy dominion never ends.

4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, Guided by wisdom and by love; Worthy to rule o'er mortal life,

O'er worlds below and worlds above. 5 When death thy servants shall invade, When pow'rs of hell thy church annoy, Controul'd by thee, their rage shall help The cause they labor'd to destroy. 8 For ever reign, victorious King: Wide thro' the earth thy name be known; And call my longing soul to sing Sublimer anthems near thy throne.

CHARACTERS, NAMES, OFFICES, TITLES, &C.

OF CHRIST.

54. L. M. Steele.

Advocate....1 John ii. 1.

1 WHERE is my God? does he retire
Beyond the reach of humble sighs?
Are these weak breathings of desire,
Too languid to ascend the skies?

2 No, Lord, my breathings of desire,
My weak petitions, if sincere,

Are not forbidden to aspire,

But reach to thy all-gracious ear.

3 Look up my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands : The glorious advocate on high,

With precious incense in his hands. 4 He smiles on ev'ry humble groan, He recommends each broken pray'r; Recline thy hope on him alone, Whose power and love forbid despair. [5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.]

55. L. M. Anon.

All in all....Col. iii. 11.

1 IN Christ, I've all my soul's desire;
His spirit does my heart inspire
With boundless wishes large and high,
And Christ will all my wants supply.

2 Christ is my hope, my strength and guide;
For me he bled and groan'd and dy'd:
He is my sun, to give me light,

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He is my soul's supreme delight.

3 Christ is the source of all my bliss,
My wisdom, and my righteousness...
My Saviour, Brother, and my Friend;
On him alone I now depend.

4 Christ is my King to rule and bless,
And all my troubles to redress;
He's my salvation and my all,
Whate'er on earth shall me befall.

5 Christ is my strength and portion too, My soul in him can all things do; Thro' him I'll triumph o'er the grave, And death and hell my soul outbrave. 56. C. M. Toplady.

All in all....Luke x. 42.

1 COMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside, No comeliness I see;

The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.

2 The sense of thy expiring love,
Into my soul convey;
Thyself bestow, for thee alone,
My all in all I pray.

3 Less than thyself will not suffice,
My comfort to restore;

More than thyself I cannot crave,
Nor canst thou give me more.

4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I burn;
Chosen of thee, ere time began,
I choose thee in return.

5 Whate'er consists not with thy will,
O teach me to resign;

I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss,
Since thou, O God, art mine.

57. C. M. Humphry's Col.
All in all....Col. iii. 11.

1 CHRIST, as our great physician, heals Our maladies within;

Relieves the pangs the conscience feels,
From recollected sin.

2 He sees our many pressing wants
With a propitious eye;

And from his own abundance grauts
A free and rich supply.

3 He sympathises with our grief;
He lends a gracious ear

To all our groans; and gives relief,
Whate'er we feel or fear.

4 'Tis he subdues our num'rous foes,
And blasts their vile intent;
And he will always interpose
Our ruin to prevent.

[5 He manages our mean affairs,
From his bigh throne above;

And sooths our sorrows and our cares
With his endearing love.]

6 My soul, with sacred rapture, saith,
When Jesus is in view,
This is the object of my faith.
And this its author too.

7 Angels his name with joy confess,
And low before him fall;

Then what can sinners here do less,
Than own him all in all ?

58. L. M. Scott.

Balm of Gilead....Jer. viii. 22.

1 WHY droops my soul with grief opprest?
Why these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?...
No kind physician to be found?

[2 Yes, in the gospel's faithful lines,
Jehovah's boundless mercy shines;
There drest in love the Saviour stands,
With pitying heart, and wooing hands!]

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