Christ, the King of Glory,

Jesus, King of Love,
Is gone up in triumph

To His throne above.
Chorus-All His work is ended,

Joyfully we sing,
Jesus hath ascended !

Glory to our King!
2 He who came to save us,

He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory

At His Father's side.
Never more to suffer,

Never more to die,
Jesus, King of Glory,

Has gone up on high!
3 Praying for His children,

In that blessèd place,
Calling them to glory,

Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,

Jesus ever liveth,
Ever loveth too.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1871.

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1049 We see Jesus ... crowned with glory.


We see Jesus crowned with glory.

Heb. 2. 9.
OOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious,

From the fight returned victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow :

Crown Him, crown Him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

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2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him;

Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:

Crown Him, crown Him ;
Crown the Saviour, “ King of kings.”
3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name;

Crown Him, crown Him; Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation !

Hark! those loud triumphant chords !
Jesus takes the highest station !
Oh, what joy the sight affords !

Crown Him, crown Him,
“ King of kings, and Lord of lords."



1050 Ascended up far above all heavens.

Eph. 4. 10.
1 MHOU art gone up on high

To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,

And lead us to our rest.
2 Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony,

To pass unto Thy crown:

3 Hark that cry that peals aloud

Upward through the whelming cloud!
Thou, the Father's only Son,
Thou, His own Anointed One,
Thou dost ask Him-can it be ?

Why hast Thou forsaken Me ?" 4 Lord, should fear and anguish roll

Darkly o'er my sinful soul,
Thou, who once wast thus bereft
That Thine own might ne'er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry,
In the gloom to know Thee nigh!

J. ELLERTON. 1870.



1040 He is nyt here; for He is risen, as He said.

Matt. 28. 6.
1 HRIST is risen! hallelujah!

Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead !
Gratefully our hearts adore Him,

As His light once more appears,
Bowing down in joy before Him,

Rising up from grief and tears.
Christ is risen ! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head !
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead.
2 Christ is risen! all the sadness

Of His earthly life is o’er,

Through the open gates of gladness

He returns to life once more;
Death and hell before Him bending,

He doth rise the Victor now,
Angels on His steps attending,

Glory round His wounded brow;
Christ is risen ! hallelujah !

Risen our victorious Head !
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!

Christ is risen from the dead.
3 Christ is risen! henceforth never

Death or hell shall us enthral,
We are Christ's, in Him for ever

We have triumphed over all;
All the doubting and dejection

Of our trembling hearts have ceased,
'Tis His day of resurrection !

Let us rise and keep the feast.
Christ is risen ! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head!
Sing His praises ! hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.

J. S. B. MONSELL. 1867.

8.7. Now is Christ risen

1 Cor. 15. 20.


ALLELUJAH! Hallelujah !

Hearts to heaven and voices raise; Sing to God a hymn of gladness,

Sing to God a hymn of praise; He who, on the cross a victim,

For the world's salvation bled, Jesus Christ, the King of glory,

Now is risen from the dead.

2 Now the iron bars are broken,

Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life and life immortal,

On this holy Easter morn ;
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer

By His mighty enterprise ; We with Him to life eternal

By His resurrection rise. 3 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits

Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance

At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest

Will their heads before Him wave, Ripened by His glorious sunshine

From the furrows of the grave. 4 Christ is risen, we are risen ;

Shed upon us heavenly grace, Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory,

From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, with our hearts in heaven,

Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel hands be gathered,

And be ever, Lord, with Thee. 5 Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Glory be to God on high ;
Hallelujah to the Saviour,

Who has gained the victory;
Hallelujah to the Spirit,

Fount of love and sanctity;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
To the Triune Majesty!


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