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5. Descend, O Spirit of the Lord!

Thy fire to every hosom bring,
Then shall our ardent hearts accord,

And teach our lips God's praise to sing.



L. M.

1. Hosanna to the living Lord !

Hosanna to th' incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,

Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing.
2. Hosanna, Lord ! Thine angels cry;

Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply:
Above, beneath us, and around,

The dead and living swell the sound.
3. O Saviour ! with protecting care,

Return to this, Thy house of prayer:
Assembled in Thy sacred name,

Here we Thy parting promise claim.
4. But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,

Eternal ! bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be

A temple pure, and worthy Thee!
5. So, in the last and dreadful day,

When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.



L. M.

1. Now for a tune of lofty praise,

To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,

Tell the loud wonders. He hath done.
2. Sing, how He left the worlds of light,

And the bright robes He wore above;
How swift and joyful was the flight,

On wings of everlasting love.

3. Deep in the shades of gloomy death,

Th' almighty Captive prisoner lay;
Th’ almighty Captive left the earth,

And rose to everlasting day.
4. Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,

Up to His throne of shining grace;
See what immortal glories sit-

Round the sweet beauties of His face.

5. Amongst a thousand harps and songs,

Jesus the God exalted reigns;
His sacred name fills all their tongues,

And echoes through the heavenly plains !




1. When I the holy grave survey,

Where once my Saviour deigned to lie,
I see fulfilled what prophets say,

And all the power of death defy.
2. This empty tomb shall now proclaim

How weak the bands of conquered death: Sweet pledge that all who trust His name

Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3. Jesus, 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. 4. Thy risen Lord, my soul! behold;

See the rich diadem He wears!
Thou too shalt bear a harp of gold
A crown of joy, when He

appears. 5. Though in the dust I lay my head,

Yet gracious God! Thou wilt not leave
My flesh forever with the dead,

Nor lose Thy children in the grave.

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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. Though now ascended up on high,

He bends to earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame.
3. Our fellow-sufferer yet retains

A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,

His tears, His agonies, and cries.
4. 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.
5. With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

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L. M.
1. Hail to the Prince of life and peace,

Who holds the keys of death and hell !
The spacious world unseen is His,

And sovereign power becomes Him well. 2. In shame and anguish once He died ;

But now He lives for evermore;
Bow down, ye saints, around His seat,

And all the angel-bands adore.
3. So live forever, glorious Lord,

To crush Thy foes, and guard Thy friends; While all Thy chosen tribes rejoice

That Thy dominion never ends.

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4. Worthy Thy hand to hold the keys,

Guided by wisdom and by love;
Worthy to rule o'er mortal life,

O’er worlds below, and worlds above. 5. Forever reign, victorious King.

Wide through the earth Thy name be known; And call my longing soul to sing

Sublimer anthems near Thy throne.



C. M.

1. Oh ! for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King;
Let every land their tongues employ, ,

And hymns of triumph sing.
2. Jesus, our God, ascends on high;

His heavenly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,

With trumpets' joyful sound.
3. While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His honor sing ;

O’er all the earth He reigns.
4. Rehearse His praise, with awe profound;

Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound

Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5. In Israel stood His ancient throne :-

He loved that chosen race;
But now He calls the world His own;

The heathen taste His grace.


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1. TRIUMPHANT, Christ ascends on high,

The glorious work complete;
Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie,

Beneath His awful feet.

2. There, with eternal glory crowned,

The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound,

In their immortal strains.
3. Amid the splendors of His throne,

Unchanging love appears;
The names He purchased for His own

Still on His heart He bears,
4. O, the rich depths of love divine !

Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine;

I can not wish for more.
5. On Thee alone, my hope relies ;

Beneath Thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,

My Saviour, and my All.


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1. The head that once was crowned with thorns

Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.
2. The highest place that heaven affords

Is His by sovereign right;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,

He reigns in glory bright;3. The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His love,

And grants His name to know.
4. To them, the cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace is given;
Their name, an everlasting name,

Their joy—the joy of heaven.

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