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5. Descend, O Spirit of the Lord!
Thy fire to every hosom bring,
Hosanna to th' incarnate Word!
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing.
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply:
The dead and living swell the sound.
Return to this, Thy house of prayer:
Here we Thy parting promise claim.
Eternal ! bid Thy Spirit rest,
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Tell the loud wonders. He hath done.
And the bright robes He wore above;
On wings of everlasting love.
3. Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty Captive prisoner lay;
And rose to everlasting day.
Up to His throne of shining grace;
Round the sweet beauties of His face. 5. Amongst a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus the God exalted reigns;
And echoes through the heavenly plains !
Where once my Saviour deigned to lie,
And all the power of death defy.
How weak the bands of conquered death: Sweet pledge that all who trust His name
Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3. Jesus, once numbered with the dead,
Unseals His eyes to sleep no more;
For whom the pains of death He bore. 4. Thy risen Lord, my soul ! behold;
See the rich diadem He wears!
A crown of joy, when He appears. 5. Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet gracious God! Thou wilt not leave
Nor lose Thy children in the grave.
The house of God not made with hands,
The guardian of mankind appears.
He bends to earth a brother's eye;
He knows the frailty of our frame.
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
His tears, His agonies, and cries.
The Man of sorrows had a part;
And to the sufferer sends relief.
Let us make all our sorrow's known;
Who holds the keys of death and hell !
And sovereign power becomes Him well.
But now He lives for evermore;
And all the angel-bands adore.
To crush Thy foes, and guard Thy friends;
That Thy dominion never ends.
4. Worthy Thy hand to hold the keys,
Guided by wisdom and by love;
O'er worlds below, and worlds above. 5. Forever reign, victorious King.
Wide through the earth Thy name be known; And call my longing soul to sing
Sublimer anthems near Thy throne.
To God, the sovereign King;
And hymns of triumph sing.
His heavenly guards around
With trumpets' joyful sound.
Let mortals learn their strains;
O'er all the earth He reigns.
Let knowledge lead the song;
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race;
The heathen taste His grace.
The glorious work complete;
Beneath His awful feet.
2. There, with eternal glory crowned,
The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;
In their immortal strains.
Unchanging love appears;
Still on His heart He bears.
Of bliss, a boundless store:
I can not wish for more.
Beneath Thy cross I fall,
My Saviour, and my All. MRS. STEELE,
1. The head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
The mighty Victor's brow.
Is His by sovereign right;
He reigns in glory bright;- . 3. The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
And grants His name to know.
With all its grace is given;
Their joy—the joy of heaven.