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We have still his work to do,
We can still his path pursue;
Seek him both in friend and foo,
In ourselves his image show.

3 He is gone. We heard him say,
"Good that I should go away."
Gono is that dear form and face,
But not gone his present grace;
Though himself no more we see,
Comfortless we cannot be:
No, his Spirit still is ours,
Quickening, freshening all our powers.

4 He is gone. Towards the goal
World and church must onward roll:
Far behind we leave the past;
Forward are our glances cast:
Still his words before us range
Through the ages, as they change:
Wheresoe'er the truth shall lead,
He will give whate'er we need.

5 He is gone. But we once more
Shall behold him as before;

In the heaven of heavens the same,
As on earth he went and came
In the many mansions there

Place for us he will

prepare :

In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we may yet be one.

6 He is gone. But not in vain,
Wait until he comes again:
He is risen, he is not here,
Far above this earthly sphere;
Evermore in heart and mind
Where our peace in him we find,
To our own eternal Friend,
Thitherward let us ascend.'



We see Jesus crowned with glory and honour. [C.M.
Heb. ii. 9.

1 THE Head, that once was crown'd with thorns, Is crown'd with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is his, is his by right,

The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal light.

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 The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him:
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.


Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the
Son of Man standing on the right hand
of God-Acts vii. 56.

1 O CHRIST, thou hast ascended
Triumphantly on high,

By cherub guards attended
And armies of the sky:
Let earth tell forth the story,-
Our very flesh and bone,

Emmanuel, in glory,

Ascends his Father's throne.

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2 Heaven's gates unfold above thee:
But canst thou, Lord, forget
The little band who love thee
And gaze from Olivet?
Nay, on thy breast engraven
Thou bearest every name,
Our Priest in earth and heaven
Eternally the same.

3 There, there thou standest pleading
The virtue of thy blood,
For sinners interceding,

Our Advocate with God;
And every changeful fashion
Of our brief joys and cares
Finds thought in thy compassion
And echo in thy prayers.
4 Oh, for the priceless merit
Of thy redeeming cross
Vouchsafe thy sevenfold Spirit
And turn to gain our loss;
Till we by strong endeavour
In heart and mind ascend
And dwell with thee for ever
In raptures without end."

The King of glory shall come in.-Ps. xxiv. 9. [L.M.
1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers 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 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 his right;
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, 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 glorious power possess❜d,
The King of saints and angels too,
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 Hallelujahs 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 promised 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.


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 mansions 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.

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