4 Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame, And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Ye everlasting doors, give way. 6 Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord, of glorious power possessid, God over all, for ever blest." 222 His right hand and his holy arm hath gotten [D.8s. 7s. him the victory. - Ps. xcviii. 1. 1 SEE the Conqueror mounts in triumph, see the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds his chariot, to his heavenly palace gate; Hark, the choirs of angel voices joyful Hallelu jahs sing, And the portals high are lifted, to receive their heavenly King 2 Who is this that comes in glory, with the trump of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, he has gain'd the victory; He who on the cross did suffer, he who from the grave arose, He has vanquish'd sin and Satan, he bv death has spoil'd his foes. 3 While he raised his hands in blessing, he was parted from his friends ; While their eager eyes behold him, he upon the clouds ascends ; He who walk'd with God and pleased him, preaching truth and doom to come, He, our Enoch, is translated to his everlasting home. 4 Now our heavenly Aaron enters, with his blood, within the veil ; Joshua now is come to Canaan, and the kings before him quail : Now he plants the tribes of Israel in their pro mised resting-place; Now our great Elijah offers double portion of his grace. 5 Thou hast raised our human nature in the clouds to God's right hand, There we sit in heavenly places, there with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns adored by angels; man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord, in thine ascension, we by faith behold our own. PART II. 1 Holy Ghost, Illuminator, shed thy beams upon our eyes; Help us to look up with Stephen, and to see beyond the skies, Where the Son of man in glory standing is at God's right hand, Beckoning on his martyr army, succouring his faithful band. 2 See him, who is gone before us, heavenly man sions to prepare, See him, who is ever pleading for us, with prevailing prayer; See him, who with sound of trumpet, and with his angelic train, Summoning the world to judgment, on the clouds will come again. 3 Raise us up from earth to heaven, give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspirations wafting us to realms above; That, with hearts and minds uplifted, we with Christ our Lord may dwell, Where he sits enthroned in glory in his heavenly citadel. 4 So at last, when he appeareth, we from out our graves may spring, With our youth renew'd like eagles, flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of heaven, and may meet him in the air, Rise to realms where he is reigning, and may reign for ever there. The following Doxology may be sung at the end of either part. Glory be to God the Father ; glory be to God the Son, Dying, risen, ascending for us, who the hea venly realm has won; Glory to the Holy Spirit; to One God in Per sons Three, Glory both in earth and heaven, glory, endless glory be. Amen. 223 We have a great High Priest that is passed into [L.M. the heavens.—Heb. iv, 14. The house of God not made with hands, The guardian of mankind appears, And pour'd on earth his precious blood, a 3 Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye; He knows the frailty of our frame. 4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains; His tears, his agonies, and cries. The Man of Sorrows had a part; And to the sufferer sends relief. Let us make all our sorrows known; [D.S.M. 224 He that descended is the same also that as. conded up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things.-Eph. iv. 10. 1 Thou art gone up on high To mansions in the skies, The songs of praise arise. With sin and care oppress’d; And lead us to thy rest. But thou didst first come down, pass unto thy crown: Our onward course must be ; Lead us at last to thee. 3 Thou art gone up on high : But thou shalt come again Attendant in thy train. So make us live and die, At thy right hand on high. 225 And on his head were many crowns. Rev. xix. 12. [D.S.M. 1 Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; All music but its own : Of him who died for thee, Through all eternity. The God Incarnate born, Which now his brow adorn : True branch of Jesse's stem; The Babe of Bethlehem. Behold his hands and side, In beauty glorified: Can fully bear that sight, At mysteries so bright. |