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XXXIV.

IFT high the sacred canticle,
Pour forth the joyful strain,

Extolling him who evermore
On Sion's hill shall reign.

Exalt the mighty Saviour's name,
Of Jefse's stem the rod;
The wonderful, the counsellor,
The everlasting God.

With all the heavenly company

Let Salem's people raise
To David's son, and David's lord,
Triumphant songs of praise.

The dew of his most holy birth
Is of the morning hour;

He comes e'en like the glorious sun,
Arrayed in living power.

His government and sovereignty

Shall more and more increase: His throne, now set in righteousness, Shall give all nations peace.

All glory to the Three in One,
The One in Trinity,

As in the ages past, be now,

And everlastingly. Amen.

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HYMN

XXXV.

`HE Son of man goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood red banner streams afar—
Who follows in his train?

Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;

Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in his train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his master in the sky,
And called on him to save;

Like him, with pardon on his tongue
In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong

Who follows in his train ?

A glorious band, the chosen few,

On whom the Spirit came,

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And braved the crofs and flame:

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They bowed their necks the death to feel: Who follows in their train?

A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around their Saviour's throne rejoice,

In robes of light arrayed.

They climbed the steep ascent of heaven,
In trust with him to reign:
To us, O God, may grace be given

To follow in their train.

The kingdom, power, and victory,

Are thine for ever, Lord,

Blest Trinity in Unity,

In earth and heaven adored. Amen.

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XXXVI.

W Born of God eternally,

ORD supreme, before creation

Who didst will for our salvation
To be born on earth, and die;
Well thy saints have kept their station,
Watching till thine hour drew nigh.
Now 'tis come, and faith espies thee;
Like an eaglet in the morn,
One in steadfast worship eyes thee,
Thy beloved, thy latest born;
In thy glory he descries thee,
Reigning from the tree of scorn.
He upon thy bosom lying

Thy true tokens learned by heart;
And thy dearest pledge in dying,
Lord, thou didst to him impart
Shew'dst him how, all grace supplying,
Blood and water from thee start.

He first, hoping and believing,

Did beside the grave adore; Latest he, the warfare leaving, Landed on the eternal shore: And his witness we receiving

Own thee Lord for evermore.

On thy bosom leaning, Lord:
In that secret place of thunder
Answer kind thou didst accord,
Wisdom for thy church to ponder
Till the day of dread award.

Lo, heaven's doors lift up, revealing
How thy judgments earthward move;
Scrolls unfolded, trumpets pealing,
Wine cups from the wrath above;
Yet o'er all a soft voice stealing,
Little children, trust and love.

Thee, the almighty king eternal,
Father of the eternal Word,
Thee, the Father's Word supernal,
Thee, of both the Breath adored,
Heaven and earth and realms infernal
Own, one glorious God and Lord.

Amen.

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