2 There the splendid triumph waits; 3 Him though highest heaven receives, 4 Ever upwards let us move, 5 There with thee may we remain, Of angels round the throne, To make the Saviour known: On earth ye knew His beauteous face His wondrous grace; In heaven ye view. 2 Ye saw the heaven-born child And in a manger laid; And praise to God, And peace on earth, For such a birth, 3 Around his sacred tomb Then rolled the stone, Your rising Lord, And all adored With joy unknown. 4 When, all arrayed in light, And waved around And struck your strings Your golden wings, Of sweetest sound. 5 The warbling notes pursue, Their own Redeemer's praise: And thou, my heart, And joy the same, With equal flame, Perform thy part! The Cross of Christ. BOWRING. 1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 7s. M. 290. Sun of Righteousness. C. WESLEY. 1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, More and more thyself display, C. P. M. 291. MEDLEY. Excellency of Christ. O COULD we speak the matchless worth, We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 2 We'd sing the characters he bears, In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 3 O the delightful day will come, When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home, Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, C. M. 292. DUNCAN. The Glorification of Christ. 1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Praise him who shed for you his blood, 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, To him all majesty ascribe, 5 O that, with yonder sacred throng, And join the everlasting song, C. M. 293. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. The Latter Day's Glory. 1 O'ER mountain-tops, the mount of God Above the summits of the hills, 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they say, And to his house, we'll go. 3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill The king who reigns in Salem's towers, 4 Among the nations he shall judge, |