2. For, sure as olden sages tell,
We are not all of earth;

The soul, by some mysterious spell,
Has glimpses of its birth,

And memories of things divine,
Thrill o'er me at that voice of thine.

3. They come as half-forgotten dreams
From that eternal land,

286.

The sound of its celestial streams,
And shores of silver sand.

The angel faces in the air,

O sing-and waft my spirit there.

S. M.

1. BEYOND the starry skies,

Far as th' eternal hills,

There in the boundless world of light,
Our great Redeemer dwells.

2. Around Him angels fair,

In countless armies shine;
And ever, in exalted lays,
They offer songs divine.

3. "Hail, Prince of life!" they cry,
"Whose unexampled love,

Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above."

4. And when He stooped to earth,
And suffered rude disdain,

They cast their honors at His feet,
And waited in His train.

5. They saw Him on the cross,

While darkness vailed the skies,
And when He burst the gates of death,
They saw the Conqueror rise.

6. They thronged His chariot wheels,

And bore Him to His throne;

Then swept their golden harps and sung"The glorious work is done."

TURNER.

287.

S. M.

1. "THE Lord is risen indeed;"

The

grave

hath lost its prey;

With Him shall rise the ransomed seed

To reign in endless day.

2. "The Lord is risen indeed;"
He lives, to die no more;
He lives His people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

3. "The Lord is risen indeed;"
Attending angels, hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

4. Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord :
Join all the bright, celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

KELLY.

1. ENTHRONED is Jesus now

Upon His heavenly seat;

The kingly crown is on His brow,
The saints are at His feet.

2. In shining white they stand-
A great and countless throng;
A palmy scepter in each hand,
On every lip a song.

3. They sing the Lamb of God,

Once slain on earth for them;

The Lamb, through whose atoning blood
Each wears his diadem.

4. Thy grace, O Holy Ghost,

Thy blessed help supply,

That we may join that radiant host,
Triumphant in the sky.

JUDKIN.

1. OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us on earth to dwell.

2. He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;
All-powerful as the wind He came,
And all as viewless, too.

3. He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,

While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to fix his rest.

4. And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And whispers us of heaven.

5. And every virtue we possess,
And every virtue won,
And every thought of holiness
Are His and His alone.

6. Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness pitying see;

O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
Purer and worthier Thee.

290.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

C. M.

1. WHEN God of old came down from heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness, and half flame.

2. But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gales at morning prime
Hovered His holy Dove.

3. The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,

Now gently light a glorious crown
On every sainted head.

4. Like arrows went those lightnings forth,
Winged with the sinner's doom;

But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth
Proclaiming life to come.

KEBLE,

1. No track is on the sunny sky,
No footprints on the air:

Jesus hath gone; the face of earth
Is desolate and bare.

2. That Upper Room is heaven on earth;
Within its precincts lie

All that earth has of faith, or hope,
Or heaven-born charity.

3. One moment-and the silentness
Was breathless as the grave;
The fluttered earth forgot to quake,
The troubled trees to wave.

4. He comes! He comes! that mighty Breath From heaven's eternal shores;

His uncreated freshness fills

His Bride, as she adores.

5. Earth quakes before that rushing blast,
Heaven echoes back the sound,
And mightily the tempest wheels
That Upper Room around.

6. One moment-and the Spirit hung
O'er all with dread desire;
Then broke upon the heads of all
In cloven tongues of fire.

FABER.

1. RISE, glorious Conqueror, rise
Into Thy native skies—
Assume Thy right:

And, in many a fold,

The clouds are backward rolled-
Pass through those gates of gold,
And reign in light!

2. Victor o'er death and hell!
Cherubic legions swell
The radiant train:

Praises all heaven inspire;
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And claps his wings of fire,-
Thou Lamb, once slain!

3. Enter, incarnate God!

No feet but Thine have trod
The serpent down:*

Blow the full trumpets, blow!
Wider yon portals throw!
Saviour, triumphant, go
And take Thy crown!

4. Lion of Judah-Hail!

And let Thy name prevail
From age to age:

Lord of the rolling years—
Claim for Thine own the spheres,
For Thou hast bought with tears
Thy heritage.

5. Yet, who are those behind,
In numbers more than mind

Can count or say—

Clothed in immortal stoles,
Illumining the poles-
A galaxy of souls

In white array?