BURIAL AND RESURRECTION.180L. M.He rose—according to the Scriptures.1 Cor. 15:4.When we the sacred grave survey,In which the Saviour deigned to lie,We see fulfilled what prophets say,And all the power of death defy,2This empty tomb shall now proclaimHow weak the bands of conquered death;Sure pledge that all who trust his nameShall rise and draw immortal breath.3Our surety freed declares us free,For whose offenses he was seized:In his release our own we see,And joy to see Jehovah pleased.4Jesus, once numbered with the dead,Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;And ever lives their cause to plead,For whom the pains of death he bore.5Then, though in dust we lay our head,Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leaveOur flesh for ever with the dead,Nor lose thy children in the grave!181L. M.The joy that was set before him.Heb. 12:2.Now for a song of lofty praiseTo great Jehovah’s only Son;Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,And tell the wonders he hath done.2Sing how he left the worlds of light,And those bright robes he wore above:How swift and joyful was his flight,On wings of everlasting love!3Deep in the shades of gloomy death,Th’ almighty Captive prisoner lay;Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,And rose to everlasting day.4Among a thousand harps and songs,Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns:His sacred name fills all their tongues,And echoes through the heavenly plains.Watts.182C. M.He hath begotten us to a lively hope.1 Peter 1:3.Blessed be the everlasting God,The Father of our Lord;Be his abounding mercy praised,His majesty adored.2When from the dead he raised his Son,And called him to the sky,He gave our souls a lively hopeThat they should never die.3What though the first man’s sin requiresOur flesh to see the dust;Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose,So all his followers must.4There’s an inheritance divine,Reserved against that day;’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,And can not fade away!5Saints by the power of God are kept,Till the salvation come;We walk by faith as strangers here,Till Christ shall take us home.Watts.183C. M.Now is Christ risen from the dead.1 Cor. 15:20.Blest morning! whose young dawning raysBeheld our rising Lord:That saw him triumph o’er the dust,And leave his dark abode.2In the cold prison of a tombThe great Redeemer lay,Till the revolving skies had broughtThe third, th’ appointed day.3Hell and the grave unite their forceTo hold our Lord, in vain;The sleeping Conqueror arose,And burst their feeble chain.4To thy great name, almighty Lord,These sacred hours we pay;And loud hosannas shall proclaimThe triumph of the day.5Salvation and immortal praiseTo our victorious King!Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,With glad hosannas ring.Watts.184C. M.The forsaken sepulcher.Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,Chase all your fears away;And bow with reverence down, to seeThe place where Jesus lay.2Thus low the Lord of life was brought;Such wonders love can do!Thus cold in death that bosom lay,Which throbbed and bled for you.3If ye have wept at yonder cross,And still your sorrows rise,Stoop down and view the vanquished grave,Then wipe your weeping eyes.4But dry your tears, and tune your songs,The Saviour lives again;Not all the bolts and bars of deathThe Conqueror could detain.5High o’er the angelic band he rearsHis once dishonored head;And through unnumbered years he reigns,Who dwelt among the dead.Doddridge.185C. M.The Resurrection, and the Life.Hosanna to the Prince of light,That clothed himself in the clay,Entered the iron gates of death,And tore the bars away.2Death is no more the king of dread,Since our Immanuel rose;He took the tyrant’s sting away,And spoiled our hellish foes.3Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,To reach his blest abode;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo our incarnate God.4Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise,Let heaven and all created things,Sound our Immanuel’s praise.Watts.186C. H. M.The Lord is risen.How calm and beautiful the mornThat gilds the sacred tombWhere once the Crucified was borne,And vailed in midnight gloom!Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.2Ye mourning saints! dry every tearFor your departed Lord;“Behold the place—he is not here;”The tomb is all unbarred:The gates of death were closed in vain,The Lord is risen—he lives again.3Now cheerful to the house of prayerYour early footsteps bend,The Saviour will himself be there,Your advocate and friend:Once by the law your hopes were slain,But now in Christ ye live again.4How tranquil now the rising day!’Tis Jesus still appears,A risen Lord to chase awayYour unbelieving fears:O! weep no more your comforts slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.5And when the shades of evening fall,When life’s last hour draws nigh—If Jesus shine upon the soul,How blissful then to die:Since he has risen who once was slain,Ye die in Christ to live again.T. Hastings.187S. M.Redemption completed.“The Lord is risen indeed!”Then is his work performed;The mighty captive now is freed,And death, our foe, disarmed.2“The Lord is risen indeed!”He lives to die no more;He lives, his people’s cause to plead,Whose curse and shame he bore.3“The Lord is risen indeed!”The grave has lost his prey:With him is risen the ransomed seed,To reign in endless day.4“The Lord is risen indeed!”—Attending angels! hear;Up to the courts of heaven with speed,The joyful tidings bear.5Then wake your golden lyres,And strike each cheerful chord;Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs!To sing our risen Lord.Kelly.188H. M.Thou reigning Son of God.Yes, the Redeemer rose:The Saviour left the dead,And o’er his hellish foesHigh raised his conquering head:In wild dismay,The guards aroundFall to the ground,And sink away.2Lo! the angelic bandsIn full assembly meet,To wait his high commands,And worship at his feet:Joyful they come,And wing their wayFrom realms of dayTo Jesus’ tomb.3Then back to heaven they fly,The joyful news to bear;Hark! as they soar on highWhat music fills the air:Their anthems say,Jesus who bledHas left the dead—He rose to-day!4You mortals, catch the sound,Redeemed by him from hell,And send the echo roundThe globe on which you dwell:Transported cry,Jesus who bledHas left the deadNo more to die!5All hail! triumphant Lord,Who saved us by thy blood:Wide be thy name adored,Thou reigning Son of God!With thee we rise,With thee we reign,And kingdoms gainBeyond the skies.Doddridge.1897s.The stone rolled away.Angels! roll the rock away;Death! yield up thy mighty prey;See! the Saviour leaves the tomb,Glowing with immortal bloom.2Hark! the wondering angels raiseLouder notes of joyful praise:Let the earth’s remotest boundEcho with the blissful sound.3Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes,See him high in glory rise!Ranks of angels, on the road,Hail him—the incarnate God.4Heaven unfolds its portals wide,See the Conqueror through them ride!King of glory! mount thy throne—Boundless empire is thine own.5Praise him, ye celestial choirs!Tune, and sweep your golden lyres:Raise, O earth! your noblest songs,From ten thousand thousand tongues.Gibbons.1907s.Christ, the first fruits.Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!Sons of men and angels say:Raise your joys and triumphs high:Sing ye heavens! thou earth reply!2Love’s redeeming work is done,Fought the fight, the battle won:Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;Lo! he sets in blood no more.3Vain the stone, the watch, the seal—Christ hath burst the gates of hell;Death in vain forbids his rise,Christ hath opened paradise.4Lives again our glorious King!Where, O Death, is now thy sting?Once he died, our souls to save:Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?5Soar we now where Christ hath led,Following our exalted Head:Made like him, like him we rise,Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!6King of glory, Fount of bliss,Everlasting life is this:Thee to know, thy power to prove,Thus to sing, and thus to love.C. Wesley.1917s.The Resurrection.Morning breaks upon the tomb,Jesus scatters all its gloom;Day of triumph through the skies—See the glorious Saviour rise!2Ye who are of death afraid,Triumph in the scattered shade;Drive your anxious cares away;See the place where Jesus lay!3Christian! dry your flowing tears,Chase your unbelieving fears;Look on his deserted grave;Doubt no more his power to save.Collyer.1927s, double.Mary at the tomb.Mary to the Saviour’s tombHasted at the early dawn;Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,But the Lord she loved had gone:For a while she lingering stood,Filled with sorrow and surprise;Trembling, while a crystal floodIssued from her weeping eyes.2Jesus who is always near,Though too often unperceived,Came her drooping heart to cheer,Kindly asking why she grieved:Though at first she knew him not,When he called her by her name,She her heavy griefs forgot,For she found him still the same.3And her sorrows, quickly fled,When she heard his welcome voice;Christ had risen from the dead,Now he bids her heart rejoice:What a change his word can make—Turning darkness into day;You who weep for Jesus’ sake,He will wipe your tears away.Newton.1938s.He hath abolished death.2 Tim. 1:10.The angels that watched round the tombWhere low the Redeemer was laid,When deep in mortality’s gloomHe hid for a season his head;2That vailed their fair face while he slept,And ceased their sweet harps to employ,Have witnessed his rising, and sweptThe chords with the triumphs of joy.3You saints, who once languished below,But long since have entered your rest,I pant to be glorified too,To lean on Immanuel’s breast.4The grave in which Jesus was laidHas buried my guilt and my fears;And while I contemplate its shade,The light of his presence appears.5O sweet is the season of rest,When life’s weary journey is done!The blush that spreads over its west,The last lingering ray of its sun!6Though dreary the empire of night,I soon shall emerge from its gloom,And see immortality’s lightArise on the shades of the tomb.7Then welcome the last rending sighs,When these aching heartstrings shall break,When death shall extinguish these eyes,And moisten with dew the pale cheek.8No terror the prospect begets,I am not mortality’s slave,The sunbeam of life as it sets,Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.Collyer.1948s.The darkness is passed, etc.1 John 2:8.Behold, the bright morning appears,And Jesus revives from the grave;His rising removes all our fears,And shows him almighty to save.2How strong were his tears and his cries,The worth of his blood, how divine!How perfect was his sacrifice,Who rose though he suffered for sin.3The man that was crownéd with thorns,The man that on Calvary died,The man that bore scourging and scorns,Whom sinners agreed to deride—4Now blesséd for ever is made,And life has rewarded his pain,Now glory has crownéd his head;Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.3Believing, we share in his joy;By faith, we partake in his rest;With this we can cheerfully die,For with him we hope to be blest.
180L. M.He rose—according to the Scriptures.1 Cor. 15:4.When we the sacred grave survey,In which the Saviour deigned to lie,We see fulfilled what prophets say,And all the power of death defy,2This empty tomb shall now proclaimHow weak the bands of conquered death;Sure pledge that all who trust his nameShall rise and draw immortal breath.3Our surety freed declares us free,For whose offenses he was seized:In his release our own we see,And joy to see Jehovah pleased.4Jesus, once numbered with the dead,Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;And ever lives their cause to plead,For whom the pains of death he bore.5Then, though in dust we lay our head,Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leaveOur flesh for ever with the dead,Nor lose thy children in the grave!
L. M.
He rose—according to the Scriptures.1 Cor. 15:4.
When we the sacred grave survey,In which the Saviour deigned to lie,We see fulfilled what prophets say,And all the power of death defy,
When we the sacred grave survey,
In which the Saviour deigned to lie,
We see fulfilled what prophets say,
And all the power of death defy,
2This empty tomb shall now proclaimHow weak the bands of conquered death;Sure pledge that all who trust his nameShall rise and draw immortal breath.
2This empty tomb shall now proclaim
How weak the bands of conquered death;
Sure pledge that all who trust his name
Shall rise and draw immortal breath.
3Our surety freed declares us free,For whose offenses he was seized:In his release our own we see,And joy to see Jehovah pleased.
3Our surety freed declares us free,
For whose offenses he was seized:
In his release our own we see,
And joy to see Jehovah pleased.
4Jesus, once numbered with the dead,Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;And ever lives their cause to plead,For whom the pains of death he bore.
4Jesus, once numbered with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
5Then, though in dust we lay our head,Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leaveOur flesh for ever with the dead,Nor lose thy children in the grave!
5Then, though in dust we lay our head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
Our flesh for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave!
181L. M.The joy that was set before him.Heb. 12:2.Now for a song of lofty praiseTo great Jehovah’s only Son;Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,And tell the wonders he hath done.2Sing how he left the worlds of light,And those bright robes he wore above:How swift and joyful was his flight,On wings of everlasting love!3Deep in the shades of gloomy death,Th’ almighty Captive prisoner lay;Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,And rose to everlasting day.4Among a thousand harps and songs,Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns:His sacred name fills all their tongues,And echoes through the heavenly plains.Watts.
L. M.
The joy that was set before him.Heb. 12:2.
Now for a song of lofty praiseTo great Jehovah’s only Son;Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,And tell the wonders he hath done.
Now for a song of lofty praise
To great Jehovah’s only Son;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
And tell the wonders he hath done.
2Sing how he left the worlds of light,And those bright robes he wore above:How swift and joyful was his flight,On wings of everlasting love!
2Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes he wore above:
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love!
3Deep in the shades of gloomy death,Th’ almighty Captive prisoner lay;Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,And rose to everlasting day.
3Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th’ almighty Captive prisoner lay;
Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.
4Among a thousand harps and songs,Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns:His sacred name fills all their tongues,And echoes through the heavenly plains.
4Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns:
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains.
Watts.
182C. M.He hath begotten us to a lively hope.1 Peter 1:3.Blessed be the everlasting God,The Father of our Lord;Be his abounding mercy praised,His majesty adored.2When from the dead he raised his Son,And called him to the sky,He gave our souls a lively hopeThat they should never die.3What though the first man’s sin requiresOur flesh to see the dust;Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose,So all his followers must.4There’s an inheritance divine,Reserved against that day;’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,And can not fade away!5Saints by the power of God are kept,Till the salvation come;We walk by faith as strangers here,Till Christ shall take us home.Watts.
C. M.
He hath begotten us to a lively hope.1 Peter 1:3.
Blessed be the everlasting God,The Father of our Lord;Be his abounding mercy praised,His majesty adored.
Blessed be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2When from the dead he raised his Son,And called him to the sky,He gave our souls a lively hopeThat they should never die.
2When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.
3What though the first man’s sin requiresOur flesh to see the dust;Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose,So all his followers must.
3What though the first man’s sin requires
Our flesh to see the dust;
Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.
4There’s an inheritance divine,Reserved against that day;’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,And can not fade away!
4There’s an inheritance divine,
Reserved against that day;
’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And can not fade away!
5Saints by the power of God are kept,Till the salvation come;We walk by faith as strangers here,Till Christ shall take us home.
5Saints by the power of God are kept,
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall take us home.
Watts.
183C. M.Now is Christ risen from the dead.1 Cor. 15:20.Blest morning! whose young dawning raysBeheld our rising Lord:That saw him triumph o’er the dust,And leave his dark abode.2In the cold prison of a tombThe great Redeemer lay,Till the revolving skies had broughtThe third, th’ appointed day.3Hell and the grave unite their forceTo hold our Lord, in vain;The sleeping Conqueror arose,And burst their feeble chain.4To thy great name, almighty Lord,These sacred hours we pay;And loud hosannas shall proclaimThe triumph of the day.5Salvation and immortal praiseTo our victorious King!Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,With glad hosannas ring.Watts.
C. M.
Now is Christ risen from the dead.1 Cor. 15:20.
Blest morning! whose young dawning raysBeheld our rising Lord:That saw him triumph o’er the dust,And leave his dark abode.
Blest morning! whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising Lord:
That saw him triumph o’er the dust,
And leave his dark abode.
2In the cold prison of a tombThe great Redeemer lay,Till the revolving skies had broughtThe third, th’ appointed day.
2In the cold prison of a tomb
The great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th’ appointed day.
3Hell and the grave unite their forceTo hold our Lord, in vain;The sleeping Conqueror arose,And burst their feeble chain.
3Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our Lord, in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4To thy great name, almighty Lord,These sacred hours we pay;And loud hosannas shall proclaimThe triumph of the day.
4To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.
5Salvation and immortal praiseTo our victorious King!Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,With glad hosannas ring.
5Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!
Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.
Watts.
184C. M.The forsaken sepulcher.Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,Chase all your fears away;And bow with reverence down, to seeThe place where Jesus lay.2Thus low the Lord of life was brought;Such wonders love can do!Thus cold in death that bosom lay,Which throbbed and bled for you.3If ye have wept at yonder cross,And still your sorrows rise,Stoop down and view the vanquished grave,Then wipe your weeping eyes.4But dry your tears, and tune your songs,The Saviour lives again;Not all the bolts and bars of deathThe Conqueror could detain.5High o’er the angelic band he rearsHis once dishonored head;And through unnumbered years he reigns,Who dwelt among the dead.Doddridge.
C. M.
The forsaken sepulcher.
Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,Chase all your fears away;And bow with reverence down, to seeThe place where Jesus lay.
Ye humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with reverence down, to see
The place where Jesus lay.
2Thus low the Lord of life was brought;Such wonders love can do!Thus cold in death that bosom lay,Which throbbed and bled for you.
2Thus low the Lord of life was brought;
Such wonders love can do!
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.
3If ye have wept at yonder cross,And still your sorrows rise,Stoop down and view the vanquished grave,Then wipe your weeping eyes.
3If ye have wept at yonder cross,
And still your sorrows rise,
Stoop down and view the vanquished grave,
Then wipe your weeping eyes.
4But dry your tears, and tune your songs,The Saviour lives again;Not all the bolts and bars of deathThe Conqueror could detain.
4But dry your tears, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The Conqueror could detain.
5High o’er the angelic band he rearsHis once dishonored head;And through unnumbered years he reigns,Who dwelt among the dead.
5High o’er the angelic band he rears
His once dishonored head;
And through unnumbered years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
Doddridge.
185C. M.The Resurrection, and the Life.Hosanna to the Prince of light,That clothed himself in the clay,Entered the iron gates of death,And tore the bars away.2Death is no more the king of dread,Since our Immanuel rose;He took the tyrant’s sting away,And spoiled our hellish foes.3Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,To reach his blest abode;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo our incarnate God.4Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise,Let heaven and all created things,Sound our Immanuel’s praise.Watts.
C. M.
The Resurrection, and the Life.
Hosanna to the Prince of light,That clothed himself in the clay,Entered the iron gates of death,And tore the bars away.
Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in the clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2Death is no more the king of dread,Since our Immanuel rose;He took the tyrant’s sting away,And spoiled our hellish foes.
2Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.
3Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,To reach his blest abode;Sweet be the accents of your songsTo our incarnate God.
3Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.
4Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,Your sweetest voices raise,Let heaven and all created things,Sound our Immanuel’s praise.
4Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise,
Let heaven and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel’s praise.
Watts.
186C. H. M.The Lord is risen.How calm and beautiful the mornThat gilds the sacred tombWhere once the Crucified was borne,And vailed in midnight gloom!Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.2Ye mourning saints! dry every tearFor your departed Lord;“Behold the place—he is not here;”The tomb is all unbarred:The gates of death were closed in vain,The Lord is risen—he lives again.3Now cheerful to the house of prayerYour early footsteps bend,The Saviour will himself be there,Your advocate and friend:Once by the law your hopes were slain,But now in Christ ye live again.4How tranquil now the rising day!’Tis Jesus still appears,A risen Lord to chase awayYour unbelieving fears:O! weep no more your comforts slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.5And when the shades of evening fall,When life’s last hour draws nigh—If Jesus shine upon the soul,How blissful then to die:Since he has risen who once was slain,Ye die in Christ to live again.T. Hastings.
C. H. M.
The Lord is risen.
How calm and beautiful the mornThat gilds the sacred tombWhere once the Crucified was borne,And vailed in midnight gloom!Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.
How calm and beautiful the morn
That gilds the sacred tomb
Where once the Crucified was borne,
And vailed in midnight gloom!
Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain;
The Lord is risen—he lives again.
2Ye mourning saints! dry every tearFor your departed Lord;“Behold the place—he is not here;”The tomb is all unbarred:The gates of death were closed in vain,The Lord is risen—he lives again.
2Ye mourning saints! dry every tear
For your departed Lord;
“Behold the place—he is not here;”
The tomb is all unbarred:
The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen—he lives again.
3Now cheerful to the house of prayerYour early footsteps bend,The Saviour will himself be there,Your advocate and friend:Once by the law your hopes were slain,But now in Christ ye live again.
3Now cheerful to the house of prayer
Your early footsteps bend,
The Saviour will himself be there,
Your advocate and friend:
Once by the law your hopes were slain,
But now in Christ ye live again.
4How tranquil now the rising day!’Tis Jesus still appears,A risen Lord to chase awayYour unbelieving fears:O! weep no more your comforts slain;The Lord is risen—he lives again.
4How tranquil now the rising day!
’Tis Jesus still appears,
A risen Lord to chase away
Your unbelieving fears:
O! weep no more your comforts slain;
The Lord is risen—he lives again.
5And when the shades of evening fall,When life’s last hour draws nigh—If Jesus shine upon the soul,How blissful then to die:Since he has risen who once was slain,Ye die in Christ to live again.
5And when the shades of evening fall,
When life’s last hour draws nigh—
If Jesus shine upon the soul,
How blissful then to die:
Since he has risen who once was slain,
Ye die in Christ to live again.
T. Hastings.
187S. M.Redemption completed.“The Lord is risen indeed!”Then is his work performed;The mighty captive now is freed,And death, our foe, disarmed.2“The Lord is risen indeed!”He lives to die no more;He lives, his people’s cause to plead,Whose curse and shame he bore.3“The Lord is risen indeed!”The grave has lost his prey:With him is risen the ransomed seed,To reign in endless day.4“The Lord is risen indeed!”—Attending angels! hear;Up to the courts of heaven with speed,The joyful tidings bear.5Then wake your golden lyres,And strike each cheerful chord;Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs!To sing our risen Lord.Kelly.
S. M.
Redemption completed.
“The Lord is risen indeed!”Then is his work performed;The mighty captive now is freed,And death, our foe, disarmed.
“The Lord is risen indeed!”
Then is his work performed;
The mighty captive now is freed,
And death, our foe, disarmed.
2“The Lord is risen indeed!”He lives to die no more;He lives, his people’s cause to plead,Whose curse and shame he bore.
2“The Lord is risen indeed!”
He lives to die no more;
He lives, his people’s cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
3“The Lord is risen indeed!”The grave has lost his prey:With him is risen the ransomed seed,To reign in endless day.
3“The Lord is risen indeed!”
The grave has lost his prey:
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.
4“The Lord is risen indeed!”—Attending angels! hear;Up to the courts of heaven with speed,The joyful tidings bear.
4“The Lord is risen indeed!”—
Attending angels! hear;
Up to the courts of heaven with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
5Then wake your golden lyres,And strike each cheerful chord;Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs!To sing our risen Lord.
5Then wake your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs!
To sing our risen Lord.
Kelly.
188H. M.Thou reigning Son of God.Yes, the Redeemer rose:The Saviour left the dead,And o’er his hellish foesHigh raised his conquering head:In wild dismay,The guards aroundFall to the ground,And sink away.2Lo! the angelic bandsIn full assembly meet,To wait his high commands,And worship at his feet:Joyful they come,And wing their wayFrom realms of dayTo Jesus’ tomb.3Then back to heaven they fly,The joyful news to bear;Hark! as they soar on highWhat music fills the air:Their anthems say,Jesus who bledHas left the dead—He rose to-day!4You mortals, catch the sound,Redeemed by him from hell,And send the echo roundThe globe on which you dwell:Transported cry,Jesus who bledHas left the deadNo more to die!5All hail! triumphant Lord,Who saved us by thy blood:Wide be thy name adored,Thou reigning Son of God!With thee we rise,With thee we reign,And kingdoms gainBeyond the skies.Doddridge.
H. M.
Thou reigning Son of God.
Yes, the Redeemer rose:The Saviour left the dead,And o’er his hellish foesHigh raised his conquering head:In wild dismay,The guards aroundFall to the ground,And sink away.
Yes, the Redeemer rose:
The Saviour left the dead,
And o’er his hellish foes
High raised his conquering head:
In wild dismay,
The guards around
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.
2Lo! the angelic bandsIn full assembly meet,To wait his high commands,And worship at his feet:Joyful they come,And wing their wayFrom realms of dayTo Jesus’ tomb.
2Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day
To Jesus’ tomb.
3Then back to heaven they fly,The joyful news to bear;Hark! as they soar on highWhat music fills the air:Their anthems say,Jesus who bledHas left the dead—He rose to-day!
3Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear;
Hark! as they soar on high
What music fills the air:
Their anthems say,
Jesus who bled
Has left the dead—
He rose to-day!
4You mortals, catch the sound,Redeemed by him from hell,And send the echo roundThe globe on which you dwell:Transported cry,Jesus who bledHas left the deadNo more to die!
4You mortals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by him from hell,
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry,
Jesus who bled
Has left the dead
No more to die!
5All hail! triumphant Lord,Who saved us by thy blood:Wide be thy name adored,Thou reigning Son of God!With thee we rise,With thee we reign,And kingdoms gainBeyond the skies.
5All hail! triumphant Lord,
Who saved us by thy blood:
Wide be thy name adored,
Thou reigning Son of God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And kingdoms gain
Beyond the skies.
Doddridge.
1897s.The stone rolled away.Angels! roll the rock away;Death! yield up thy mighty prey;See! the Saviour leaves the tomb,Glowing with immortal bloom.2Hark! the wondering angels raiseLouder notes of joyful praise:Let the earth’s remotest boundEcho with the blissful sound.3Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes,See him high in glory rise!Ranks of angels, on the road,Hail him—the incarnate God.4Heaven unfolds its portals wide,See the Conqueror through them ride!King of glory! mount thy throne—Boundless empire is thine own.5Praise him, ye celestial choirs!Tune, and sweep your golden lyres:Raise, O earth! your noblest songs,From ten thousand thousand tongues.Gibbons.
7s.
The stone rolled away.
Angels! roll the rock away;Death! yield up thy mighty prey;See! the Saviour leaves the tomb,Glowing with immortal bloom.
Angels! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! the Saviour leaves the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2Hark! the wondering angels raiseLouder notes of joyful praise:Let the earth’s remotest boundEcho with the blissful sound.
2Hark! the wondering angels raise
Louder notes of joyful praise:
Let the earth’s remotest bound
Echo with the blissful sound.
3Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes,See him high in glory rise!Ranks of angels, on the road,Hail him—the incarnate God.
3Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes,
See him high in glory rise!
Ranks of angels, on the road,
Hail him—the incarnate God.
4Heaven unfolds its portals wide,See the Conqueror through them ride!King of glory! mount thy throne—Boundless empire is thine own.
4Heaven unfolds its portals wide,
See the Conqueror through them ride!
King of glory! mount thy throne—
Boundless empire is thine own.
5Praise him, ye celestial choirs!Tune, and sweep your golden lyres:Raise, O earth! your noblest songs,From ten thousand thousand tongues.
5Praise him, ye celestial choirs!
Tune, and sweep your golden lyres:
Raise, O earth! your noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
Gibbons.
1907s.Christ, the first fruits.Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!Sons of men and angels say:Raise your joys and triumphs high:Sing ye heavens! thou earth reply!2Love’s redeeming work is done,Fought the fight, the battle won:Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;Lo! he sets in blood no more.3Vain the stone, the watch, the seal—Christ hath burst the gates of hell;Death in vain forbids his rise,Christ hath opened paradise.4Lives again our glorious King!Where, O Death, is now thy sting?Once he died, our souls to save:Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?5Soar we now where Christ hath led,Following our exalted Head:Made like him, like him we rise,Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!6King of glory, Fount of bliss,Everlasting life is this:Thee to know, thy power to prove,Thus to sing, and thus to love.C. Wesley.
7s.
Christ, the first fruits.
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!Sons of men and angels say:Raise your joys and triumphs high:Sing ye heavens! thou earth reply!
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day!
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high:
Sing ye heavens! thou earth reply!
2Love’s redeeming work is done,Fought the fight, the battle won:Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;Lo! he sets in blood no more.
2Love’s redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3Vain the stone, the watch, the seal—Christ hath burst the gates of hell;Death in vain forbids his rise,Christ hath opened paradise.
3Vain the stone, the watch, the seal—
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath opened paradise.
4Lives again our glorious King!Where, O Death, is now thy sting?Once he died, our souls to save:Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?
4Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once he died, our souls to save:
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?
5Soar we now where Christ hath led,Following our exalted Head:Made like him, like him we rise,Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!
5Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!
6King of glory, Fount of bliss,Everlasting life is this:Thee to know, thy power to prove,Thus to sing, and thus to love.
6King of glory, Fount of bliss,
Everlasting life is this:
Thee to know, thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
C. Wesley.
1917s.The Resurrection.Morning breaks upon the tomb,Jesus scatters all its gloom;Day of triumph through the skies—See the glorious Saviour rise!2Ye who are of death afraid,Triumph in the scattered shade;Drive your anxious cares away;See the place where Jesus lay!3Christian! dry your flowing tears,Chase your unbelieving fears;Look on his deserted grave;Doubt no more his power to save.Collyer.
7s.
The Resurrection.
Morning breaks upon the tomb,Jesus scatters all its gloom;Day of triumph through the skies—See the glorious Saviour rise!
Morning breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies—
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2Ye who are of death afraid,Triumph in the scattered shade;Drive your anxious cares away;See the place where Jesus lay!
2Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay!
3Christian! dry your flowing tears,Chase your unbelieving fears;Look on his deserted grave;Doubt no more his power to save.
3Christian! dry your flowing tears,
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
Collyer.
1927s, double.Mary at the tomb.Mary to the Saviour’s tombHasted at the early dawn;Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,But the Lord she loved had gone:For a while she lingering stood,Filled with sorrow and surprise;Trembling, while a crystal floodIssued from her weeping eyes.2Jesus who is always near,Though too often unperceived,Came her drooping heart to cheer,Kindly asking why she grieved:Though at first she knew him not,When he called her by her name,She her heavy griefs forgot,For she found him still the same.3And her sorrows, quickly fled,When she heard his welcome voice;Christ had risen from the dead,Now he bids her heart rejoice:What a change his word can make—Turning darkness into day;You who weep for Jesus’ sake,He will wipe your tears away.Newton.
7s, double.
Mary at the tomb.
Mary to the Saviour’s tombHasted at the early dawn;Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,But the Lord she loved had gone:For a while she lingering stood,Filled with sorrow and surprise;Trembling, while a crystal floodIssued from her weeping eyes.
Mary to the Saviour’s tomb
Hasted at the early dawn;
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,
But the Lord she loved had gone:
For a while she lingering stood,
Filled with sorrow and surprise;
Trembling, while a crystal flood
Issued from her weeping eyes.
2Jesus who is always near,Though too often unperceived,Came her drooping heart to cheer,Kindly asking why she grieved:Though at first she knew him not,When he called her by her name,She her heavy griefs forgot,For she found him still the same.
2Jesus who is always near,
Though too often unperceived,
Came her drooping heart to cheer,
Kindly asking why she grieved:
Though at first she knew him not,
When he called her by her name,
She her heavy griefs forgot,
For she found him still the same.
3And her sorrows, quickly fled,When she heard his welcome voice;Christ had risen from the dead,Now he bids her heart rejoice:What a change his word can make—Turning darkness into day;You who weep for Jesus’ sake,He will wipe your tears away.
3And her sorrows, quickly fled,
When she heard his welcome voice;
Christ had risen from the dead,
Now he bids her heart rejoice:
What a change his word can make—
Turning darkness into day;
You who weep for Jesus’ sake,
He will wipe your tears away.
Newton.
1938s.He hath abolished death.2 Tim. 1:10.The angels that watched round the tombWhere low the Redeemer was laid,When deep in mortality’s gloomHe hid for a season his head;2That vailed their fair face while he slept,And ceased their sweet harps to employ,Have witnessed his rising, and sweptThe chords with the triumphs of joy.3You saints, who once languished below,But long since have entered your rest,I pant to be glorified too,To lean on Immanuel’s breast.4The grave in which Jesus was laidHas buried my guilt and my fears;And while I contemplate its shade,The light of his presence appears.5O sweet is the season of rest,When life’s weary journey is done!The blush that spreads over its west,The last lingering ray of its sun!6Though dreary the empire of night,I soon shall emerge from its gloom,And see immortality’s lightArise on the shades of the tomb.7Then welcome the last rending sighs,When these aching heartstrings shall break,When death shall extinguish these eyes,And moisten with dew the pale cheek.8No terror the prospect begets,I am not mortality’s slave,The sunbeam of life as it sets,Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.Collyer.
8s.
He hath abolished death.2 Tim. 1:10.
The angels that watched round the tombWhere low the Redeemer was laid,When deep in mortality’s gloomHe hid for a season his head;
The angels that watched round the tomb
Where low the Redeemer was laid,
When deep in mortality’s gloom
He hid for a season his head;
2That vailed their fair face while he slept,And ceased their sweet harps to employ,Have witnessed his rising, and sweptThe chords with the triumphs of joy.
2That vailed their fair face while he slept,
And ceased their sweet harps to employ,
Have witnessed his rising, and swept
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
3You saints, who once languished below,But long since have entered your rest,I pant to be glorified too,To lean on Immanuel’s breast.
3You saints, who once languished below,
But long since have entered your rest,
I pant to be glorified too,
To lean on Immanuel’s breast.
4The grave in which Jesus was laidHas buried my guilt and my fears;And while I contemplate its shade,The light of his presence appears.
4The grave in which Jesus was laid
Has buried my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
5O sweet is the season of rest,When life’s weary journey is done!The blush that spreads over its west,The last lingering ray of its sun!
5O sweet is the season of rest,
When life’s weary journey is done!
The blush that spreads over its west,
The last lingering ray of its sun!
6Though dreary the empire of night,I soon shall emerge from its gloom,And see immortality’s lightArise on the shades of the tomb.
6Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality’s light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
7Then welcome the last rending sighs,When these aching heartstrings shall break,When death shall extinguish these eyes,And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
7Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heartstrings shall break,
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
8No terror the prospect begets,I am not mortality’s slave,The sunbeam of life as it sets,Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.
8No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality’s slave,
The sunbeam of life as it sets,
Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.
Collyer.
1948s.The darkness is passed, etc.1 John 2:8.Behold, the bright morning appears,And Jesus revives from the grave;His rising removes all our fears,And shows him almighty to save.2How strong were his tears and his cries,The worth of his blood, how divine!How perfect was his sacrifice,Who rose though he suffered for sin.3The man that was crownéd with thorns,The man that on Calvary died,The man that bore scourging and scorns,Whom sinners agreed to deride—4Now blesséd for ever is made,And life has rewarded his pain,Now glory has crownéd his head;Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.3Believing, we share in his joy;By faith, we partake in his rest;With this we can cheerfully die,For with him we hope to be blest.
8s.
The darkness is passed, etc.1 John 2:8.
Behold, the bright morning appears,And Jesus revives from the grave;His rising removes all our fears,And shows him almighty to save.
Behold, the bright morning appears,
And Jesus revives from the grave;
His rising removes all our fears,
And shows him almighty to save.
2How strong were his tears and his cries,The worth of his blood, how divine!How perfect was his sacrifice,Who rose though he suffered for sin.
2How strong were his tears and his cries,
The worth of his blood, how divine!
How perfect was his sacrifice,
Who rose though he suffered for sin.
3The man that was crownéd with thorns,The man that on Calvary died,The man that bore scourging and scorns,Whom sinners agreed to deride—
3The man that was crownéd with thorns,
The man that on Calvary died,
The man that bore scourging and scorns,
Whom sinners agreed to deride—
4Now blesséd for ever is made,And life has rewarded his pain,Now glory has crownéd his head;Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.
4Now blesséd for ever is made,
And life has rewarded his pain,
Now glory has crownéd his head;
Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.
3Believing, we share in his joy;By faith, we partake in his rest;With this we can cheerfully die,For with him we hope to be blest.
3Believing, we share in his joy;
By faith, we partake in his rest;
With this we can cheerfully die,
For with him we hope to be blest.
THE ASCENSION.195L. M.Lift up your heads, ye gates.Psalm 24:7.Our Lord is risen from the dead,Our Jesus is gone up on high;The powers of hell are captive led,Dragged to the portals of the sky.2There his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay;Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors give way!3Loose all your bars of massy light,And wide unfold the radiant scene!He claims those mansions as his right—Receive the King of glory in!4Who is the King of glory?—Who?The Lord, who all his foes o’ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew,And Jesus is the conqueror’s name.5Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay:Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors, give way!6Who is the King of glory?—who?The Lord, of boundless might possessed,The King of saints and angels too,Lord over all, for ever blest.C. Wesley.196L. M.The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.Psalm 24.Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wideYour everlasting doors display;Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,And give the King of glory way.2Who is the King of glory?—he,The Lord omnipotent to save;Whose own right arm, in victory,Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.3Lift up your heads, ye gates! and highYour everlasting portals heave;Welcome the King of glory nigh:Him must the heaven of heavens receive.4Who is the King of glory—who?The Lord of hosts; behold his name!The kingdom, power, and honor due,Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!Montgomery.197C. M,Psalm 24.Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,With hasty reverence rise,Ye everlasting doors that guardThe passage to the skies.Chorus.—For see, for seeThe King of glory comes,The King of glory comesAlong the eternal road.2Swift from your golden hinges leap,Your barriers roll away,And throw your blazing portals wide,And burst the gates of day.198C. M.Received up into glory.1 Tim. 3:16.Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,The glorious work complete;Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lieBeneath his awful feet.2There, with eternal glory crowned,The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;His praise the heavenly choirs resound,In their immortal strains.3Amid the splendors of his throne,Unchanging love appears;The names he purchased for his own,Still on his heart he bears.4O, the rich depths of love divine!Of bliss a boundless store:Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;I can not wish for more.5On thee alone, my hope relies;Beneath thy cross I fall,My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,My Saviour, and my All.Mrs. Steele.199C. M.God is gone up with a shout.Psalm 47:5.Arise, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.2Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;The angelic choir respond the sound,And shake creation’s frame.3They sing of death and hell o’erthrownIn that triumphant hour;And God exalts his conquering SonTo his right hand of power.4O shout, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.F. Lyte.2006s & 10s.He became obedient unto death.Phil. 2:8.Thou, who didst stoop belowTo drain the cup of woe,And wear the form of frail mortality,Thy blesséd labors done,Thy crown of victory won,Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high.2It was no path of flowers,Through this dark world of ours,Belovéd of the Father! thou didst tread;And shall we in dismayShrink from the narrow way,When clouds and darkness are around it spread.3O thou who art our Life,Be with us through the strife;Thy own meek head with rudest storms was bowed!Raise thou our eyes aboveTo see a Father’s loveBeam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.4E’en through the awful gloomWhich hovers o’er the tomb,That light of love our guiding star shall be;Our spirits shall not dreadThe shadowy way to tread,Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to thee.Martineau’s Coll.2016s & 4s.Rule thou, in the midst of thine enemies.Psalm 110:2.Rise, glorious Conqueror, riseInto thy native skies—Assume thy right;And where in many a fold,The clouds are backward rolled—Pass through those gates of gold,And reign in light!2Victor o’er death and hell!Cherubic legions swellThe radiant train;Praises all heaven inspire,Each angel sweeps his lyre,And waves his wings of fire,Thou Lamb once slain!3Enter, incarnate God!No feet but thine have trodThe serpent down:Blow the full trumpets, blow!Wider yon portals throw!Saviour, triumphant, goAnd take thy crown!4Lion of Judah—hail!And let thy name prevailFrom age to age:Lord of the rolling years—Claim for thine own the spheres,For thou hast bought with tearsThy heritage.2027s, 6s & 7s.Psalm 45.Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured visionAll the ecstatic joys that springRound the bright elysian;Lo! we lift our longing eyes!Break, ye intervening skies!Sons of righteousness, arise,Ope the gates of paradise.2Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;Myriads, with supreme delight,Instantly adore himAngelic trumps resound his fame;Lutes of lucid gold proclaimAll the music of his name;Heaven resounding with the theme.3Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, methinks, to seize us;Join we too the holy lays—Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!Sweetest sound in seraph’s song,Sweetest note on mortal tongue,Sweetest carol ever sung—Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
195L. M.Lift up your heads, ye gates.Psalm 24:7.Our Lord is risen from the dead,Our Jesus is gone up on high;The powers of hell are captive led,Dragged to the portals of the sky.2There his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay;Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors give way!3Loose all your bars of massy light,And wide unfold the radiant scene!He claims those mansions as his right—Receive the King of glory in!4Who is the King of glory?—Who?The Lord, who all his foes o’ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew,And Jesus is the conqueror’s name.5Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay:Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors, give way!6Who is the King of glory?—who?The Lord, of boundless might possessed,The King of saints and angels too,Lord over all, for ever blest.C. Wesley.
L. M.
Lift up your heads, ye gates.Psalm 24:7.
Our Lord is risen from the dead,Our Jesus is gone up on high;The powers of hell are captive led,Dragged to the portals of the sky.
Our Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2There his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay;Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors give way!
2There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!
You everlasting doors give way!
3Loose all your bars of massy light,And wide unfold the radiant scene!He claims those mansions as his right—Receive the King of glory in!
3Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene!
He claims those mansions as his right—
Receive the King of glory in!
4Who is the King of glory?—Who?The Lord, who all his foes o’ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew,And Jesus is the conqueror’s name.
4Who is the King of glory?—Who?
The Lord, who all his foes o’ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqueror’s name.
5Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay:Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!You everlasting doors, give way!
5Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!
You everlasting doors, give way!
6Who is the King of glory?—who?The Lord, of boundless might possessed,The King of saints and angels too,Lord over all, for ever blest.
6Who is the King of glory?—who?
The Lord, of boundless might possessed,
The King of saints and angels too,
Lord over all, for ever blest.
C. Wesley.
196L. M.The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.Psalm 24.Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wideYour everlasting doors display;Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,And give the King of glory way.2Who is the King of glory?—he,The Lord omnipotent to save;Whose own right arm, in victory,Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.3Lift up your heads, ye gates! and highYour everlasting portals heave;Welcome the King of glory nigh:Him must the heaven of heavens receive.4Who is the King of glory—who?The Lord of hosts; behold his name!The kingdom, power, and honor due,Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!Montgomery.
L. M.
The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.Psalm 24.
Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wideYour everlasting doors display;Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,And give the King of glory way.
Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide
Your everlasting doors display;
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,
And give the King of glory way.
2Who is the King of glory?—he,The Lord omnipotent to save;Whose own right arm, in victory,Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.
2Who is the King of glory?—he,
The Lord omnipotent to save;
Whose own right arm, in victory,
Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.
3Lift up your heads, ye gates! and highYour everlasting portals heave;Welcome the King of glory nigh:Him must the heaven of heavens receive.
3Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high
Your everlasting portals heave;
Welcome the King of glory nigh:
Him must the heaven of heavens receive.
4Who is the King of glory—who?The Lord of hosts; behold his name!The kingdom, power, and honor due,Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!
4Who is the King of glory—who?
The Lord of hosts; behold his name!
The kingdom, power, and honor due,
Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!
Montgomery.
197C. M,Psalm 24.Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,With hasty reverence rise,Ye everlasting doors that guardThe passage to the skies.Chorus.—For see, for seeThe King of glory comes,The King of glory comesAlong the eternal road.2Swift from your golden hinges leap,Your barriers roll away,And throw your blazing portals wide,And burst the gates of day.
C. M,
Psalm 24.
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,With hasty reverence rise,Ye everlasting doors that guardThe passage to the skies.
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,
With hasty reverence rise,
Ye everlasting doors that guard
The passage to the skies.
Chorus.—For see, for seeThe King of glory comes,The King of glory comesAlong the eternal road.
Chorus.—For see, for see
The King of glory comes,
The King of glory comes
Along the eternal road.
2Swift from your golden hinges leap,Your barriers roll away,And throw your blazing portals wide,And burst the gates of day.
2Swift from your golden hinges leap,
Your barriers roll away,
And throw your blazing portals wide,
And burst the gates of day.
198C. M.Received up into glory.1 Tim. 3:16.Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,The glorious work complete;Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lieBeneath his awful feet.2There, with eternal glory crowned,The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;His praise the heavenly choirs resound,In their immortal strains.3Amid the splendors of his throne,Unchanging love appears;The names he purchased for his own,Still on his heart he bears.4O, the rich depths of love divine!Of bliss a boundless store:Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;I can not wish for more.5On thee alone, my hope relies;Beneath thy cross I fall,My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,My Saviour, and my All.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
Received up into glory.1 Tim. 3:16.
Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,The glorious work complete;Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lieBeneath his awful feet.
Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,
The glorious work complete;
Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lie
Beneath his awful feet.
2There, with eternal glory crowned,The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;His praise the heavenly choirs resound,In their immortal strains.
2There, with eternal glory crowned,
The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound,
In their immortal strains.
3Amid the splendors of his throne,Unchanging love appears;The names he purchased for his own,Still on his heart he bears.
3Amid the splendors of his throne,
Unchanging love appears;
The names he purchased for his own,
Still on his heart he bears.
4O, the rich depths of love divine!Of bliss a boundless store:Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;I can not wish for more.
4O, the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store:
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I can not wish for more.
5On thee alone, my hope relies;Beneath thy cross I fall,My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,My Saviour, and my All.
5On thee alone, my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All.
Mrs. Steele.
199C. M.God is gone up with a shout.Psalm 47:5.Arise, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.2Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;The angelic choir respond the sound,And shake creation’s frame.3They sing of death and hell o’erthrownIn that triumphant hour;And God exalts his conquering SonTo his right hand of power.4O shout, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.F. Lyte.
C. M.
God is gone up with a shout.Psalm 47:5.
Arise, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.
Arise, ye people, and adore,
Exulting strike the chord;
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th’ almighty Lord.
2Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;The angelic choir respond the sound,And shake creation’s frame.
2Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,
Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;
The angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation’s frame.
3They sing of death and hell o’erthrownIn that triumphant hour;And God exalts his conquering SonTo his right hand of power.
3They sing of death and hell o’erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts his conquering Son
To his right hand of power.
4O shout, ye people, and adore,Exulting strike the chord;Let all the earth, from shore to shore,Confess th’ almighty Lord.
4O shout, ye people, and adore,
Exulting strike the chord;
Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess th’ almighty Lord.
F. Lyte.
2006s & 10s.He became obedient unto death.Phil. 2:8.Thou, who didst stoop belowTo drain the cup of woe,And wear the form of frail mortality,Thy blesséd labors done,Thy crown of victory won,Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high.2It was no path of flowers,Through this dark world of ours,Belovéd of the Father! thou didst tread;And shall we in dismayShrink from the narrow way,When clouds and darkness are around it spread.3O thou who art our Life,Be with us through the strife;Thy own meek head with rudest storms was bowed!Raise thou our eyes aboveTo see a Father’s loveBeam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.4E’en through the awful gloomWhich hovers o’er the tomb,That light of love our guiding star shall be;Our spirits shall not dreadThe shadowy way to tread,Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to thee.Martineau’s Coll.
6s & 10s.
He became obedient unto death.Phil. 2:8.
Thou, who didst stoop belowTo drain the cup of woe,And wear the form of frail mortality,Thy blesséd labors done,Thy crown of victory won,Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high.
Thou, who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe,
And wear the form of frail mortality,
Thy blesséd labors done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high.
2It was no path of flowers,Through this dark world of ours,Belovéd of the Father! thou didst tread;And shall we in dismayShrink from the narrow way,When clouds and darkness are around it spread.
2It was no path of flowers,
Through this dark world of ours,
Belovéd of the Father! thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread.
3O thou who art our Life,Be with us through the strife;Thy own meek head with rudest storms was bowed!Raise thou our eyes aboveTo see a Father’s loveBeam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.
3O thou who art our Life,
Be with us through the strife;
Thy own meek head with rudest storms was bowed!
Raise thou our eyes above
To see a Father’s love
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.
4E’en through the awful gloomWhich hovers o’er the tomb,That light of love our guiding star shall be;Our spirits shall not dreadThe shadowy way to tread,Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to thee.
4E’en through the awful gloom
Which hovers o’er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to thee.
Martineau’s Coll.
2016s & 4s.Rule thou, in the midst of thine enemies.Psalm 110:2.Rise, glorious Conqueror, riseInto thy native skies—Assume thy right;And where in many a fold,The clouds are backward rolled—Pass through those gates of gold,And reign in light!2Victor o’er death and hell!Cherubic legions swellThe radiant train;Praises all heaven inspire,Each angel sweeps his lyre,And waves his wings of fire,Thou Lamb once slain!3Enter, incarnate God!No feet but thine have trodThe serpent down:Blow the full trumpets, blow!Wider yon portals throw!Saviour, triumphant, goAnd take thy crown!4Lion of Judah—hail!And let thy name prevailFrom age to age:Lord of the rolling years—Claim for thine own the spheres,For thou hast bought with tearsThy heritage.
6s & 4s.
Rule thou, in the midst of thine enemies.Psalm 110:2.
Rise, glorious Conqueror, riseInto thy native skies—Assume thy right;And where in many a fold,The clouds are backward rolled—Pass through those gates of gold,And reign in light!
Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise
Into thy native skies—
Assume thy right;
And where in many a fold,
The clouds are backward rolled—
Pass through those gates of gold,
And reign in light!
2Victor o’er death and hell!Cherubic legions swellThe radiant train;Praises all heaven inspire,Each angel sweeps his lyre,And waves his wings of fire,Thou Lamb once slain!
2Victor o’er death and hell!
Cherubic legions swell
The radiant train;
Praises all heaven inspire,
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And waves his wings of fire,
Thou Lamb once slain!
3Enter, incarnate God!No feet but thine have trodThe serpent down:Blow the full trumpets, blow!Wider yon portals throw!Saviour, triumphant, goAnd take thy crown!
3Enter, incarnate God!
No feet but thine have trod
The serpent down:
Blow the full trumpets, blow!
Wider yon portals throw!
Saviour, triumphant, go
And take thy crown!
4Lion of Judah—hail!And let thy name prevailFrom age to age:Lord of the rolling years—Claim for thine own the spheres,For thou hast bought with tearsThy heritage.
4Lion of Judah—hail!
And let thy name prevail
From age to age:
Lord of the rolling years—
Claim for thine own the spheres,
For thou hast bought with tears
Thy heritage.
2027s, 6s & 7s.Psalm 45.Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured visionAll the ecstatic joys that springRound the bright elysian;Lo! we lift our longing eyes!Break, ye intervening skies!Sons of righteousness, arise,Ope the gates of paradise.2Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;Myriads, with supreme delight,Instantly adore himAngelic trumps resound his fame;Lutes of lucid gold proclaimAll the music of his name;Heaven resounding with the theme.3Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, methinks, to seize us;Join we too the holy lays—Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!Sweetest sound in seraph’s song,Sweetest note on mortal tongue,Sweetest carol ever sung—Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
7s, 6s & 7s.
Psalm 45.
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured visionAll the ecstatic joys that springRound the bright elysian;Lo! we lift our longing eyes!Break, ye intervening skies!Sons of righteousness, arise,Ope the gates of paradise.
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision
All the ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian;
Lo! we lift our longing eyes!
Break, ye intervening skies!
Sons of righteousness, arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.
2Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;Myriads, with supreme delight,Instantly adore himAngelic trumps resound his fame;Lutes of lucid gold proclaimAll the music of his name;Heaven resounding with the theme.
2Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him
Angelic trumps resound his fame;
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name;
Heaven resounding with the theme.
3Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, methinks, to seize us;Join we too the holy lays—Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!Sweetest sound in seraph’s song,Sweetest note on mortal tongue,Sweetest carol ever sung—Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
3Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem, methinks, to seize us;
Join we too the holy lays—
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraph’s song,
Sweetest note on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung—
Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
THE CORONATION.203C. M.All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Let angels prostrate fall;Bring forth the royal diadem,And crown him Lord of all.2Crown him, you martyrs of our God,Who from his altar call;Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,And crown him Lord of all.3You chosen seed of Israel’s race,A remnant weak and small,Hail him who saves you by his grace,And crown him Lord of all.4You gentle sinners, ne’er forgetThe wormwood and the gall;Go, spread your trophies at his feet,And crown him Lord of all.5Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,Who feel your sin and thrall,Now join with all the hosts above,And crown him Lord of all.6Let every kindred, every tribe,On this terrestrial ball,To him all majesty ascribe,And crown him Lord of all.7O that with yonder sacred throngWe at his feet may fall!We’ll join the everlasting song,And crown him Lord of all.Perronet.204C. M.Sit thou at my right hand.Psalm 110:1.Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,And near thy Father sit:In Zion shall thy power be known,And make thy foes submit.2What wonders shall thy gospel do!Thy converts shall surpassThe numerous drops of morning dew,And own thy saving grace.3Jesus, our Priest, for ever livesTo plead for us above;Jesus, our King, for ever givesThe blessings of his love.4God shall exalt his glorious head,And his high throne maintain;Shall strike the powers and princes dead,Who dare oppose his reign.Watts.2058s & 7s.Thou art worthy.Crown his head with endless blessing,Who, in God the Father’s name,With compassion never ceasing,Comes, salvation to proclaim.2Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,Thee our God in praise we own;Highest honors, never failing,Rise eternal round thy throne.3Now, ye saints, his power confessing,In your grateful strains adore;For his mercy, never ceasing,Flows, and flows for evermore.206C. M.Worthy the Lamb.Come, let us join our cheerful songsWith angels round the throne;Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,But all their joys are one.2Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,To be exalted thus!Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,For he was slain for us!3Jesus is worthy to receiveHonor and power divine;And blessings more than we can give,Be, Lord, for ever thine.4Let all who dwell above the sky,On earth, in air, and seas,Conspire to lift thy glories high,And speak thy endless praise.5The whole creation join in one,To bless the sacred nameOf him that sits upon the throne,And to adore the Lamb.Watts.2078s, 7s & 4.King of kings, etc.Rev. 19:16.Look, ye saints—the sight is glorious;See the Man of Sorrows nowFrom the fight returned victorious;Every knee to him shall bow.Crown him! crown him!Crowns become the Victor’s brow.2Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!Rich the trophies Jesus brings;In the seat of power enthrone him,While the heavenly concert rings,Crown him! crown him!Crown the Saviour King of kings.3Sinners in derision crowned him,Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;Saints and angels! crowd around him,Own his title, praise his name.Crown him! crown him!Spread abroad the Victor’s name.4Hark! those bursts of acclamation!Hark! those loud triumphant chords!Jesus takes the highest station;O, what joy the sight affords!Crown him! crown him!King of kings, and Lord of lords.Kelly.
203C. M.All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Let angels prostrate fall;Bring forth the royal diadem,And crown him Lord of all.2Crown him, you martyrs of our God,Who from his altar call;Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,And crown him Lord of all.3You chosen seed of Israel’s race,A remnant weak and small,Hail him who saves you by his grace,And crown him Lord of all.4You gentle sinners, ne’er forgetThe wormwood and the gall;Go, spread your trophies at his feet,And crown him Lord of all.5Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,Who feel your sin and thrall,Now join with all the hosts above,And crown him Lord of all.6Let every kindred, every tribe,On this terrestrial ball,To him all majesty ascribe,And crown him Lord of all.7O that with yonder sacred throngWe at his feet may fall!We’ll join the everlasting song,And crown him Lord of all.Perronet.
C. M.
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!Let angels prostrate fall;Bring forth the royal diadem,And crown him Lord of all.
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2Crown him, you martyrs of our God,Who from his altar call;Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,And crown him Lord of all.
2Crown him, you martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
3You chosen seed of Israel’s race,A remnant weak and small,Hail him who saves you by his grace,And crown him Lord of all.
3You chosen seed of Israel’s race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4You gentle sinners, ne’er forgetThe wormwood and the gall;Go, spread your trophies at his feet,And crown him Lord of all.
4You gentle sinners, ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,Who feel your sin and thrall,Now join with all the hosts above,And crown him Lord of all.
5Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now join with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all.
6Let every kindred, every tribe,On this terrestrial ball,To him all majesty ascribe,And crown him Lord of all.
6Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
7O that with yonder sacred throngWe at his feet may fall!We’ll join the everlasting song,And crown him Lord of all.
7O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Perronet.
204C. M.Sit thou at my right hand.Psalm 110:1.Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,And near thy Father sit:In Zion shall thy power be known,And make thy foes submit.2What wonders shall thy gospel do!Thy converts shall surpassThe numerous drops of morning dew,And own thy saving grace.3Jesus, our Priest, for ever livesTo plead for us above;Jesus, our King, for ever givesThe blessings of his love.4God shall exalt his glorious head,And his high throne maintain;Shall strike the powers and princes dead,Who dare oppose his reign.Watts.
C. M.
Sit thou at my right hand.Psalm 110:1.
Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,And near thy Father sit:In Zion shall thy power be known,And make thy foes submit.
Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,
And near thy Father sit:
In Zion shall thy power be known,
And make thy foes submit.
2What wonders shall thy gospel do!Thy converts shall surpassThe numerous drops of morning dew,And own thy saving grace.
2What wonders shall thy gospel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The numerous drops of morning dew,
And own thy saving grace.
3Jesus, our Priest, for ever livesTo plead for us above;Jesus, our King, for ever givesThe blessings of his love.
3Jesus, our Priest, for ever lives
To plead for us above;
Jesus, our King, for ever gives
The blessings of his love.
4God shall exalt his glorious head,And his high throne maintain;Shall strike the powers and princes dead,Who dare oppose his reign.
4God shall exalt his glorious head,
And his high throne maintain;
Shall strike the powers and princes dead,
Who dare oppose his reign.
Watts.
2058s & 7s.Thou art worthy.Crown his head with endless blessing,Who, in God the Father’s name,With compassion never ceasing,Comes, salvation to proclaim.2Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,Thee our God in praise we own;Highest honors, never failing,Rise eternal round thy throne.3Now, ye saints, his power confessing,In your grateful strains adore;For his mercy, never ceasing,Flows, and flows for evermore.
8s & 7s.
Thou art worthy.
Crown his head with endless blessing,Who, in God the Father’s name,With compassion never ceasing,Comes, salvation to proclaim.
Crown his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father’s name,
With compassion never ceasing,
Comes, salvation to proclaim.
2Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,Thee our God in praise we own;Highest honors, never failing,Rise eternal round thy throne.
2Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.
3Now, ye saints, his power confessing,In your grateful strains adore;For his mercy, never ceasing,Flows, and flows for evermore.
3Now, ye saints, his power confessing,
In your grateful strains adore;
For his mercy, never ceasing,
Flows, and flows for evermore.
206C. M.Worthy the Lamb.Come, let us join our cheerful songsWith angels round the throne;Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,But all their joys are one.2Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,To be exalted thus!Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,For he was slain for us!3Jesus is worthy to receiveHonor and power divine;And blessings more than we can give,Be, Lord, for ever thine.4Let all who dwell above the sky,On earth, in air, and seas,Conspire to lift thy glories high,And speak thy endless praise.5The whole creation join in one,To bless the sacred nameOf him that sits upon the throne,And to adore the Lamb.Watts.
C. M.
Worthy the Lamb.
Come, let us join our cheerful songsWith angels round the throne;Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,But all their joys are one.
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,To be exalted thus!Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,For he was slain for us!
2Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus!
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us!
3Jesus is worthy to receiveHonor and power divine;And blessings more than we can give,Be, Lord, for ever thine.
3Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4Let all who dwell above the sky,On earth, in air, and seas,Conspire to lift thy glories high,And speak thy endless praise.
4Let all who dwell above the sky,
On earth, in air, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thy endless praise.
5The whole creation join in one,To bless the sacred nameOf him that sits upon the throne,And to adore the Lamb.
5The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Watts.
2078s, 7s & 4.King of kings, etc.Rev. 19:16.Look, ye saints—the sight is glorious;See the Man of Sorrows nowFrom the fight returned victorious;Every knee to him shall bow.Crown him! crown him!Crowns become the Victor’s brow.2Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!Rich the trophies Jesus brings;In the seat of power enthrone him,While the heavenly concert rings,Crown him! crown him!Crown the Saviour King of kings.3Sinners in derision crowned him,Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;Saints and angels! crowd around him,Own his title, praise his name.Crown him! crown him!Spread abroad the Victor’s name.4Hark! those bursts of acclamation!Hark! those loud triumphant chords!Jesus takes the highest station;O, what joy the sight affords!Crown him! crown him!King of kings, and Lord of lords.Kelly.
8s, 7s & 4.
King of kings, etc.Rev. 19:16.
Look, ye saints—the sight is glorious;See the Man of Sorrows nowFrom the fight returned victorious;Every knee to him shall bow.Crown him! crown him!Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
Look, ye saints—the sight is glorious;
See the Man of Sorrows now
From the fight returned victorious;
Every knee to him shall bow.
Crown him! crown him!
Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
2Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!Rich the trophies Jesus brings;In the seat of power enthrone him,While the heavenly concert rings,Crown him! crown him!Crown the Saviour King of kings.
2Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the heavenly concert rings,
Crown him! crown him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
3Sinners in derision crowned him,Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;Saints and angels! crowd around him,Own his title, praise his name.Crown him! crown him!Spread abroad the Victor’s name.
3Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;
Saints and angels! crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name.
Crown him! crown him!
Spread abroad the Victor’s name.
4Hark! those bursts of acclamation!Hark! those loud triumphant chords!Jesus takes the highest station;O, what joy the sight affords!Crown him! crown him!King of kings, and Lord of lords.
4Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O, what joy the sight affords!
Crown him! crown him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Kelly.