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 heavenly realm has won ;

Glory to the Holy Spirit; to One God in Persons 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.

1 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears,
2 He, who for men their Surety stood,
And pour'd on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.

3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, his agonies, and cries.
5 In every pang, that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

224

1

2

He that descended is the same also that as-
conded up far above all heavens, that he
might fill all things.-Eph. iv. 10.

THOU art gone up on high
To mansions in the skies,

And round thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise.

But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppress'd;

Lord, send thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to thy rest.

Thou art gone up on high :
But thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony
To pass unto thy crown:
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to thee.

[D.S.M.

3

Thou art gone up on high:
But thou shalt come again

With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in thy train.

O by thy saving power

So make us live and die,

That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At thy right hand on high.

225

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

[D.S.M.

1

2

3

CROWN him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon his throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own:

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of him who died for thee,

And hail him as thy matchless King

Through all eternity.

Crown him the Virgin's Son,

The God Incarnate born,

Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now his brow adorn:

Fruit of the mystic Rose,

True branch of Jesse's stem;

The Root whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown him the Lord of love

Behold his hands and side,

Those wounds yet visible above

In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his wondering eye

At mysteries so bright.

4

5

Crown him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round his pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown him the Lord of heaven,
One with the Father known,

And the blest Spirit through him given
From yonder Triune throne:

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For thou hast died for me:

Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity."

226 His glory is great in thy salvation.-Ps. xxi. 5. [L.M.

1 O CHRIST, the Lord of heaven, to thee, Clothed with all majesty divine,

Eternal power and glory be:

Eternal praise of right is thine.

2 Reign, Prince of life, who once thy brow
Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn;
Reign, throned beside the Father now,
Adored the Son of God firstborn.

3 From angel hosts, that round thee stand
With forms more pure than spotless snow,
From the bright burning seraph band,
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow.

4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs,
Born of deep fervent love, shall rise;
All honour to thy name belongs:
Our lips would sound it to the skies.

5 Jesus,--all earth shall speak the word;
Jesus, all heaven resound it still:
Emmanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord,
Thy praise the universe shall fill."

227

Father, I will that they whom thou hast given [L.M.
me be with me where I am.-John xvii. 24.

1 LET me be with thee where thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal rest;
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and for ever blest.

2 Let me be with thee where thou art,
Thy unveil'd glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold.
3 Let me be with thee where thou art,

Where spotless saints thy name adore:
Then only will this sinful heart

Be evil and defiled no more.

4 Let me be with thee where thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove;
There neither death nor life will part
Me from thy presence and thy love."

228

Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty.
Isa. xxxiii. 17.

1 O, FOR the robes of whiteness;
O, for the tearless eyes;
O, for the glorious brightness
Of the unclouded skies!

2 O, for the no more weeping
Within that land of love,
The endless joy of keeping
The bridal feast above!

3 0, for the bliss of flying,
My risen Lord to meet;

O, for the rest of lying
For ever at his feet!

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