I HE who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill,

And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey His sovereign will.

3 While harps unnumbered sound His praise In yonder world above,

His saints on earth admire His ways,
And glory in His love.

4 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.

5 How glorious He, how happy they
In such a glorious Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

2 Below He washed our guilt away,

By His atoning blood;

Now He appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.

3 Clothed with our nature still, He knows The weakness of our frame,

And how to shield us from the foes

Which He Himself o'ercame.

4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench The fervors of His love;

For us He died in kindness here,

Nor is less kind above.

5 O may we ne'er forget His grace,
Nor blush to wear His name;
Still may our hearts hold fast His faith,
Our mouths His praise proclaim.

Rev. Alexander Pirie. (-1804.) 1786.

Our double Kindred to Emmanuel. C. M.
1 Cor. xv. 47, 49.

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IO MEAN may seem this house of clay,
Yet 't was the Lord's abode;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Emmanuel trod.

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear;
This watch the Lord did keep;
These burdens sore the Lord did bear;
These tears the Lord did weep.

3 O vale of tears no longer sad,
Wherein the Lord did dwell!
O happy robe of flesh that clad
Our own Emmanuel!

4 But not this fleshly robe alone Shall link us, Lord, to Thee; Not only in the tear and groan Shall the dear kindred be.

He entered heaven, with all our names Engraven on His breast.

O mighty grace, Thy heaven to give
And lift our life to Thine!

Thomas Hornblower Gill. (1819-) 1860. ab.

To the Lamb that was slain.
Rev. v. 6-12.

2 Let elders worship at His feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, And these the hymns they raise: Jesus is kind to our complaints,

He loves to hear our praise.

4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy remain

Forever on Thy head.

And Thou art on Thy Father's throne In glorious robes arrayed.

4 O may Thy mighty love prevail
Our sinful souls to spare;

O may we come before Thy throne,
And find acceptance there!

Ambrosian. Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806-) 1837. ab.

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"Our great High Priest above."

1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above,

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And celebrate His constant care,
And sympathetic love.

Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train
With matchless honors crowned;

3 The names of all His saints He bears,
Deep graven on His heart:
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,
Our everlasting trust,

When gems, and monuments, and crown Are mouldered down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May Thy dear name be worn,

A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

Rev. Philip Doddridge. (1702-1751.) 1755.

CORONATION. C. M.

Oliver Holden. (1756-1831.) 1793.

prostrate fall,

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all,

2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball;

Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransomed of the fall,

Hail Him, who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

6 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial' ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Rev. Edward Perronet. (-1792.) 1780. ab. and alt.

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1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

The Lamb worshipped by all Creatures.
Rev. v. 11-13.

12 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive.

Honor and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

4 For the sacred standard spread,

For the life our Pattern led,
For His precepts pure and true,
For His doctrine, like the dew:
Hallelujah!

5 For the crown of thorns He wore,
For the painful cross He bore,
For the dying word He said,
Sealed with blood of sprinkling shed:
Hallelujah!

6 For the radiant rising dawn,
For the sting of death withdrawn,
For the victory gained so well
O'er the grave and over hell:

Hallelujah!

7 For His glorious reign on high,

When He rose from Bethany,
For the heavenly peace He leaves,
For the Comforter He gives:

Hallelujah!

8 For the pledge that we shall rise,
In His likeness, to the skies;
For the merciful decree

That our Friend our Judge shall be:

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Hallelujah!

William Ball. 1864. ab. and alt.

"The Man Christ Jesus."
1 Tim ii. 5.

I CHRIST to heaven is gone before
In the body here He wore;
He that as our Brother died,
Is our Brother glorified.

2 All the angels wondering own
'Tis our nature on the throne;
"How He loved them, behold!"
Trembles on the harps of gold.

3 Fear not, ye of little faith,

For He hath abolished death;
Death, no longer now we die,
We but follow Christ on high.

4 And before each fainting one,
Dreading the dark way alone,
Now appear His footsteps bright,
Far diffusing holiest light.

5 As our Shepherd He is there, With the comfort of His care; Fear no evil, doubt no more, Christ to heaven is gone before. George Rawson. (1807-) 1857. *Add the Hallelujah to each stanza.