HYMN

XCIV.

LIFT up the everlasting gates,

Ye chiefs of princely name;

The Lord and King of glory waits,
Enrobed in human frame:

So to the upper seats they cry,
The humbler legions of the sky.

For Adam, by the serpent's guile
Deceived, misled, o'erthrown,
He left his glorious home awhile,
He left his Father's throne:
Now man is decked anew with grace,
He seeks again the heavenly place.

The earth glad festal keeps to day,
Glad festal heaven is keeping:
The ascension pomp, in bright array,
Goes fairly skyward sweeping:
The Lord the mighty deed has done,
And joined the severed into one.

Amen.

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HYMN

XCV.

O day triumphal praises wait
On our exalted king;

To him within the temple gate
Ten thousand voices sing.

Now to his glory we record,

Who are but dust and clay,

What honour he did us afford
On his ascending day

The human nature, which of late

Below the angels' lay,

Raised far above that meaner state,
Does greater grace display.

Lo, at man's feet all creatures bow,
Which in the wide world be;
Enthroned with God the Father now
The Son of man we see.

Our lord and brother, who has on

Such flesh as this we wear,

To realms of heavenly blifs has gone, Eternal might to share.

And cup of suffering drained,
The Nazarene, the crucified,
Has endless blefsing gained.

To him by whose prevailing might
The gates of death were riven;

Who brought immortal life to light,
and wealth are given.

All

power

To David's rod, and David's stem,

And Sion's chosen song,
The keys of new Jerusalem
For evermore belong.

His kingdom shall triumphantly
From sea to sea extend:

The glory of his sovereignty

Shall last when years shall end.

Amen.

HYMN

XCVI.

HALL the day that sees him glow, Alleluia!

To his throne from earth below; Alleluia!

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HYMN

XCVII.

ORD Jesus, parted from thy servants' sight,
Exalted now to heaven's all glorious height,
With cords of love our drooping hearts uplift
To him who gives each good and perfect gift.
Together met within this hallowed place,
Thy blefsed steps from Salem's gate we trace;
We watch thee leading out thy chosen band,
With them on Olivet we see thee stand.

Ascended Saviour, up to heaven we gaze;
To thee our song of adoration raise :
And, mindful of thine angels' word, reply,
Come quickly, Lord, thine own to glorify.
Thanksgiving to the Lamb that once was slain,
By whom we flee death's everlasting pain:
To sin he died; he rose in victory,
An earnest of our immortality.

Become the firstfruits of the saints which slept,
Of them that in his Name true witness kept,
On God's right hand he sits, in might arrayed,
Until his foes beneath his feet be laid:

Until the kingdoms of this world confess
The Lord of life, and truth, and righteousness;
And hell, with death, the final enemy,
Be cast into the lake eternally. Amen.