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5 Whoe'er shall God's elect condemn!
Since Christ that did now lives again ;
HYMN XCVIIÍ. L.M. [RIPPON'S COLL.]
Christ's Resurrection a Pledge of Our's i W
HEN I the holy grave survey,
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie; I fee fulfill'd what prophets say,
And all the pow'r of death defy.
How weak the bands of conquer'd death :
Shall rise and draw immortal breath! 3 Our surety freed, declares us free,
For whose offences he was seiz'd:
And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd. 4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more ;
For whom the pains of death he bore. 5 Thy risen Lord, my soul behold;
See the rich diadem he wears!
To crown thy joy when he appears. 6 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
HYMN XCIX. L. M. [EPISCOPAL PSAL.]
The Ascension of Christ unto Glory. GOD is gone up, our Lord and King,
With shouts of joy and trumpet's found; To him repeated praises fing,
And let the cheerful song go round.
T'adore this God of Abraham came,
How great and glorious is his name ! 3 His chariots numberlefs, his pow'rs
Are heav'nly hosts that wait his will;
As once it honor'd Sinai's hill.
Hast gifts receiv'd for finful men ;
And humble proselytes repair,
And all the world pay homage there. 6 For benefits each day bestow'd,
Be daily his great name ador'd;
[Wesler'S COLL] The heavens receite the body of Jesus. OUR
UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Tle pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the folemn lay ; “ Lift up your heads, ye heav'niy gates
Ye everlaiting doors give way !!
And wide unfold the radiant scene ;
Receive the King of glory ini.
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name.. 5 Lo! his'triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the folemn laý,
Ye everlasting doors give way!
The Lord of boundless pow'r poffeft,
HYMN CT. FM. [whiteFIELD'S COLL.]
God is gone up with a fhout.
Praise the God ( whom ye call ;
fone up on high,
Shout the angel choirs aloud,
Echoing to the trump of God! 3 Sons of men the triumph join,
Praife him with the hofts diyine ;
Their victorious Eord, is ours.
Trompet forth his conq'ring love ;
Praises to our glorious king!
Pow'r o'er hell, and earth and hear'n;"
ORD when thou did'ft afcend on high,
Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky ; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state, 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious when the Lord was there ; While he pronounc'd his dreadful law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious pow'rs of hell,
Were all'in chains like captives led. 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gift and grace for rebel men, That God might dwell on earth again.
HYMN CIII. P.M. (RIPPON'S COLL.]
Lift up your heads ye everlafling doors. ANGELS, the rock away,
Death yield up thy mighty prey : See ! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Saviour ! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
Hear, the joy inspiring found.
Now to glory see him risë;
Up to waiting worlds on bigh.
Glorious Jefus through them ride ;
Thy great father's and thy own. 5 Praise him all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Let the trains be fweet and strong. 6 Ev'ry note with wonder swell,
Sin o'erthrown, and captur'd hell;