2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquish'd death and sin,
Take the King of Glory in.
3 See, the heav'n its Lord receives!
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still He calls mankind his own.
4 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.
HYMN XXVI. P. M.
1 COME, ye saints, unite your praises; Press around the Saviour's throne: Soon, we hope, the Lord will raise us To the place where He is gone. Meet it is, that we should sing,"Glory,-glory to our King!'
2 King of Glory, reign for ever;
Thine the everlasting crown!
From thy love what pow'r shall sever
Those, whom Thou hast made thine
Happy objects of thy grace! [own?
Soon they hope to see thy face.
3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; Bring, O bring the glorious day, When thy foes no more assaulting, All our griefs shall pass away. Then with golden harps we'll sing,"Glory,-glory to our King!"
1 COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open Thou our eyes.
2 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breast the flame
Of never-dying love.
3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on ev'ry part,
And new-create the whole.
4 Dwell Thou within our heart,
Our minds from bondage free;
Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The FATHER, SON, and THEE.
1 SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth and Love!
O shed thy influence from above,
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.
2 In ev'ry clime, by ev'ry tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung,
Let all the listening earth be taught
The acts our Great Redeemer wrought.
3 Unfailing Comfort! heav'nly Guide!
Still o'er thy favour'd Church preside:
Still may mankind thy blessings prove,
Spirit of Mercy, Truth and Love!
We give immortal praise
To God the FATHER'S love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above:
He sent his own Eternal Son,
To die for sins that men had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the SPIRIT'S Name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided THREE,
And the mysterious ONE:
Where Reason fails, with all her pow'rs,
There Faith prevails, and Love adores.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past, And live this day as 'twere thy last; T'improve thy talents take due care: 'Gainst the Great Day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how th' all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to th' Eternal King.
5 Glory to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept :
Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew:
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
7 Direct, controul, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my pow'rs, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, y' angelic host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Evening Hymn.
HYMN XXXI. L. M.
1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night,"
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own Almighty wings.
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