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He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
He lives to guide me with his eye;
He lives to hear my soul's complaint. 5 He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe my tears ;
He lives all blessings to impart. 6 He lives my kind, wise, heav'nly friend,
He lives and loves me to the end ;
He lives, my prophet, priest, and king. 7 He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives to bring me safely there. 8 He lives, all glory to his name !
He lives, my Jesus, still the same ;
He ascended into heaven.
Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky, 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay ;
“ Ye everlasting doors, give way !” 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene :
He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of glory in.
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay, “Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! “ Ye everlasting doors give way!” 6" Who is the King of glory, who ?”
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
Up to the glories all his own, Where we by faith lift up our eyes,
There Jesus, our Forerunner's, gone. 2 Amidst the shining hosts above,
Where his blest smile new pleasure gives, Where all is wonder, joy, and love ;
There Jesus, our Forerunner, lives. 3 Before his heav'nly Father's face,
For ev'ry saint he intercedes ;
There Jesus, our Forerunner, pleads. 4 We shall, when we in heav'n appear,
His praises sing, his wonders tell ;
HYMN 18. Third Part. L. M.
The presence, glory, and power of Christ. 1 WITH transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
Th' immortal honours of thy name; Altho' ascended to thy throne,
Thou still art present with thine own, 2 High on his Father's royal seat,
Our Jesus shone divinely great ;
Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd.
the same shall be ; Immortal radiance gilds his head,
While stars and suns wax old, and fade. 4. The same his pow'r his flock to guard ;
The same his bounty to reward :
To saints on earth and saints above.
Jesus shall raise his chosen high ;
HYMN 19. First Part. L. M.
He sitteth at the right hand of God. | JES
ESUS the Lord our souls adore,
A painful suff'rer now no more;
O'er earth, and heav'n's extensive plains. 2 His race for ever is complete ;
For ever undisturb’d his seat ;
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
He joys not for himself alone ;
His meanest servants share their
part, Share in that royal tender heart. 4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus our vital head.
That calls poor worms thy own; Gives us among thy saints a place,
To make thy glories known. 2 Allied to thee our vital head
We live, and grow, and thrive : From thee divided, each is dead,
When most he seems alive.
Here join in sweet accord :
And thou, our common Lord.
Supplies with fresh delight;
This bond to disunite.
Before thy Father's face ;
Christ will come to judge the world.
The wonders of his dying love,
2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins,
And wash'd us in his richest blood;
And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior king,
And ev'ry tongue his glory sing.
And ev'ry eye shall see his face ;
He now displays his pard’ning grace. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Day of Judgment.
AY of judgment, day of wonders !
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Shakes the vast creation round.
Wil the sinner's heart confound ! 2 See the judge our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in majesty divine !
Then shall say, “ This God is mine !
“ Own me in that day for thine !" 3 At his call, the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea :
By his looks, prepare to flee :