He ascended into Heaven.

116.

E dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

HE

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around: A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

2 Weep, saints, nor let your tears be few, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand tears for you, A thousand drops of richer blood.

3 But lo! the Lord forsakes the tomb! The tomb in vain forbids his rise; Angelic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

4 Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns:
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant, Death, in chains.

5 Oh! live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save:
And now!-O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting grave?

OUR

117.

UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Saviour is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay—
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene:
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ;
The world, sin, death, and hell, o'erthrew ;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord of glorious power possess'd;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blest!

118.

HAIL the day that sees him rise,

Glorious to his native skies!

Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.

2 See, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

3 Still for us he intercedes;

His prevailing death he pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

4 What, though parted from our sight, Far above yon azure height,

Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking thee above the skies.

119.

FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing,
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne;
He loves that chosen race;

But now he calls the World his own,
And Gentiles taste his grace.

120.

ARISE, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on his hands.

2

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede ;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood, to plead :
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 The Father hears him pray,

4

His dear Anointed One;

He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son :

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconcil'd:

His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child;

I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba Father, cry.

121.

THE atoning work is done!

The precious blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone,

His people's cause to plead.

He stands in heaven their great High Priest,

And bears their names upon his breast.