6. And then was heard afar
Star answering to star-
"Lo! these have come,
Followers of Him who gave
His life their lives to save;
And now their palms they wave,
Brought safely home."
7. O Lord! ascend Thy throne!
For Thou shalt rule alone
Beside Thy Sire,
With the great Paraclete-
The Three in One complete-
Before whose awful feet
All foes expire!
1. IIEAD of the hosts in glory!
We joyfully adore Thee,-
Thy church below,
Blending with those on high-
Where through the azure sky
Thy saints in ecstasy
Forever glow!
2. Angels! archangels! glorious
Guards of the church victorious!
Worship the Lamb!
Crown Him with crowns of light,
One of the Three by right-
Love, Majesty, and Might—
The great I AM!
3. Martyrs whose mystic legions
March o'er yon heavenly regions
In triumph round:
Wave high your banners, wave!
Your God, our Saviour, clave
For Death itself a grave,-
In hell profound!
4. Saints! in fair circles, casting
Rich trophies everlasting
At Jesus' feet,-
Amidst our rude alarms,
We stretch forth suppliant arms,
That we, too, safe from harms,
In heaven may meet!
5. Then raise the song of gladness,
To dissipate our sadness,
And dry our tears;
We wind our weary way
Up to the realms of day,
And watch, and wait, and pray,
Through hopes and fears!
6. Saviour, in glory beaming,
With radiance brightly streaming,
Enthroned in power,
Grant, by Thy awful name,
That we through flood and flame
The Gospel may proclaim,
Till life's last hour.
1. SING, sing His lofty praise,
Whom angels can not raise,
But whom they sing;
Jesus, who reigns above,
Object of angels' love.
Jesus, whose grace we prove,
Jesus, our King.
2. Rich is the grace we sing,
Poor is the praise we bring,
Not as we ought:
But when we see His face,
In yonder glorious place,
Then we shall sing His grace,
Sing without fault.
1. LET us awake our joys;
Strike up with cheerful voice;
Each creature, sing:
Angels, begin the song;
Mortals, the strain prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,
"Jesus is King."
2. Proclaim abroad His name;
Tell of His matchless fame;
What wonders done;
Above, beneath, around,
Let all the earth resound,
'Till heaven's high arch rebound,
"Victory is won."
3. He vanquished sin and hell,
And our last foe will quell;
Mourners, rejoice:
His dying love adore;
Praise Him, now raised in
Praise Him for evermore,
With joyful voice.
4. All hail the glorious day,
When, through the heavenly way,
Lo, He shall come,
While they who pierced Him wail;
His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your King prevail:
Great Saviour, come.
1. HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the notes of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
2. Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers and charms Thy saints on earth:
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.
3. King of glory, reign forever;
Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own;
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
4. Saviour, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O, bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away:
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,
Glory, glory to our King."
1. 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.
2. Crown 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.
3. Sinners 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 fame.
4. Hark! 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.
1. HAIL, thou happy morn, so glorious!
Come, ye saints, your griefs give o'er;
Sing how Jesus rose victorious,
By His own almighty power:
Hallelujah!
To the glorious Son of God.
2. Countless bands of angels glorious,
Clothed in bright ethereal blue;
Straight the sound of Christ victorious
From their silver trumpets flew :
Christ triumphant
Rises, Conqueror o'er the tomb.
3. Is that He who died on Calvary,
Who was pierced with many a spear?
Clad with countless suns of glory,
See, He rises through the air:
Hallelujah!
Zion's mourner, now rejoice.
4. Tremble, ye who Him rejected,
Lo! He breaks through yonder cloud;
Rise, ye saints, and shout triumphant,
Victory! through Jesus' blood:
Hark! the trumpet
Sounds the resurrection morn.
1. HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Crowned in mockery a king!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
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