They brought his chariot from above, Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, "The glorious work is done." 151. C. M. WATTS'S P. Chriff's Kingdom and Priesthood. ESUS, our Lord, afcend thy throne, In Zion fhall thy pow'r be known, What wonders fhall thy gofpel do ! "Melchifedek, that wond'rous prieft, Jefus our Prieft for ever lives The bleflings of his love. God fhall exalt his glorious head, And his high throne maintain Shall ftrike the pow'rs and princes dead, Who dare oppofe his reign. 152. 8. CoUGHLAIN'S Col. The unfearchable Riches of Chrift. OW fhall I my Savior fet forth? How fhall I his beauties declare ? O how fhall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are! His angels can never exprefs, Nor faints who fit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace; No! this is a myft'ry unknown. In him all the fulness of God, For ever tranfcendently fhines;, The Father's Anointed he stood To finish his gracious defigns : Tho once he was nail'd to the cross, Vile rebels like me to fet free, His glory fuftained no lofs, Eternal his kingdom fhall be. His wifdom, his love, and his pow'r, Seem'd then with each other to vie, When finners he ftoop'd to restore, Poor finners condemned to die! He laid all his grandeur afide, And dwelt in a cottage of clay : This Savior fo rich to redeem ! I Come, all ye who see yourselves loft 153. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Keys of the unfeen World in Chrift's Hand. br A AIL to the Prince of life and peace, HWdlds the keys of death and hell! The fpacious world unfeen is his, And fov'reign pow'r becomes him well. mor So live for ever, glorious Lord, To cruth thy foes, and guard thy friends; et o While all thy chofen tribes rejoice, That thy dominion never ends. Worthy thy hand to hold the keys, O'er worlds below, and worlds above. When death thy fervants fhall invade, When pow'rs of hell thy church annoy, Controul'd by thee, their rage fhall help The cause they labour'd to destroy... For ever reign, victorious King: Wide thro' the earth thy name be known; JE 154. L. M. The Interceffion of Chrift. ESUS has fhed his vital blood, To bring my wand'ring foul to God; And ftill to manifeft his love, He lives, and pleads for me above. "To fave his life, thy Son was flain, "His pains and toils fhall have an end; His happy foul to God afcend; "Soon he thall reach the peaceful fhore, "Where fin fhall wound his heart no more. Father, I will, that he should prove, "The wonders of redeeming love; "That he may all my glories see, And fit upon thy throne with me." THE EXALTATION OF CHRIST. 155. C. M. WATTS, altered. The Glory of Chrift in Heaven. H, the delights, the heav'nly joys, Where Jefus fheds the brightest beams Sweet majefty and awful love. Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright fceptres down; Those foft, those bleffed feet of his, His head, the dear majeftic head, This is th' eternal Son of God, ́ But when our eyes behold his face, |