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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
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,
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;
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.
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.
And on his head were many crowns.
Rev. xix. 12.
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.