2 132. THE Saviour stood on Olivet; He raised on high His hands divine, 3 Then slowly toward the expecting sky That sky's Creator rose ; Angelic watchers, ranged on high, Bade heaven's bright gates unclose. 4 He entered in, the Lord of might, Eternal and supreme; 5 His presence e'en those realms of light O Thou, who thus exalted art, On whom our souls rely; Grant to us now in mind and heart 6 And when at last the archangel's voice Shall call us from the grave, May we with all Thy saints rejoice, Through Him who died to save. Amen. I 2 133. THE Head that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. The highest place that Heaven affords The King of kings, and Lord of lords, 3 The joy of all who dwell above, To whom He manifests His love, 4 To them the Cross, with all its shame, 5 They suffer with their Lord below, 6 The cross He bore is life and health, T. Kelly. I 134. WHERE high the heavenly Temple stands, The House of God not made with hands, 2 He, Who for men their surety stood, 3 Though now ascended up on high, 4 Our Fellow-Sufferer still retains 5 In every pang that rends the heart 6 With boldness, therefore, at the Throne, J. Logan. I 2 135. Nobis Olympo redditus. CHRIST, who hast prepared a place Source of all good, Thou, gracious Lord, How transient is our present pain, 3 With open face and joyful heart 5 O Future Judge, Eternal Lord, Thy Name be hallowed and adored; I THOU 136. art gone up on high To mansions in the skies, And round Thy throne unceasingly Amen. 2 But we are lingering here Thou art gone up on high: But Thou didst first come down, 3 Thou art gone up on high: But Thou shalt come again Oh! by Thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour, E. Toke. I Whitsun-Eve. 137. Supreme Rector cœlitum. RULER of the hosts of light, Death hath yielded to Thy might, And Thy Blood hath marked a road, |