2 There the splendid triumph waits ;

Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.

3 Him though highest heaven receives,

Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Though ascending to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 Ever upwards let us move,

Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,

Longing for a heavenly home.
5 There with thee may we remain,

Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Finding all our heaven in thee!


Christ seen of Angels.
1 O ve immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song

To make the Saviour known:
On earth

His beauteous face His wondrous grace;

In heaven ye view.

ye knew

2 Ye saw the heaven-born child

In human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild,

And in a manger laid ;
And praise to God, For such a birth,
And peace on earth, Proclaimed aloud.

3 Around his sacred tomb

A willing watch ye keep,
Till that blest moment come

To raise him from his sleep.
Then rolled the stone, Your rising Lord,
And all adored

With joy unknown.

4 When, all arrayed in light,

The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed his rapturous flight

Up to the throne of God;
And waved around And struck your strings
Your golden wings, Of sweetest sound.

5 The warbling notes pursue,

And louder anthems raise;
While mortals sing with you

Their own Redeemer's praise :
And thou, my heart, And joy the same
With equal flame,

Perform thy part !

8 & 78. M.



The Cross of Christ.

1 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy

: When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming

Adds more lustre to the day.
* 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified ;
Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

78. M. 290.

C. Wesler. Mence
Sun of Righteousness.
1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night!
Dayspring from on high, be near!

Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,

If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see ;
Till thy inward light impart

Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

C. P. M.


Excellency of Christ.
1 O could we speak the matchless worth,
O could we sound the glories forth,

Which in our Saviour shine,
We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,

In notes almost divine.

2 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne :
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,

Make all his glories known. 3 O the delightful day will come, When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home,

And we shall see his face :
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we'll spend,

Triumphant in his grace.

C. M.



The Glorification of Christ.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from his altars call ;
Praise him who shed for you his blood,

And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

5 O that, with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall,
And join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all.

C. M. 293. Scotch PARAPHRASES.

The Latter Day's Glory.
i O'er mountain-tops, the mount of God

In latter days shall rise
Above the summits of the hills,

And draw the wandering eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they say,

And to his house, we 'll go.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill

Shall lighten every land;
The king who reigns in Salem's towers,

Shall the whole world command.

4 Among the nations he shall judge,

His judgments truth shall guide ; His sceptre shall protect the just,

And crush the sinner's pride.

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