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VII. Of the Ascension of Christ; his Sitting at the Right

Hand of God, and interceding for us.
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8 O when will the time draw

near, SURELY God is present here!

That be, who to heav'n ascended,

Will in majesty appear,
Since the Lord with grace and favor
To my spirit doth appear,

By the heav'nly hosts attended!

But we're silent:- to believe
As my Jesus, as my Saviour;

Is our lot, while here we live,
For the holy Trinity
Is to us in Jesus nigh.

T. 58. 2 O might all my wishes tend YE, the Lord's redeemed,

Unto Christ without cessation, Holy, beloved, He's my

best and nearest Friend, Who as new creatures are in Christ Full of grace, truth and salvation; approved, Look heaven-ward! 1, when he is present, feel

2 That he, who ascended Happiness, no tongue can tell. For our salvation, 3 Holy awe pervades my heart,

May give you of his grace a sweet When I see my great Creator sensation, Tho' still unseen. Of man's nature taking part,

3 Countenance majestic, That he, as my Mediator,

Yet kind and gracious, Might lay down his life for me, Of our once suff'ring, now exalted And from death might set me free, Jesus !

We gaze at thee. 4 In the grave for me he lay,

4 Hark! the Father welcomes Then arose, with pow'r, and glorious, His Son beloved : Grace triumphant to display,

• Come thou, whose pow'rful arm vicProving over death victorious ; torious proved, Come to my throne ! And for forty days was seen, 5 Sit thou at my right-hand, By his foll'wers, God with men! Till for thy passion, 5 When the Lord's disciples saw

Thy foes shall at thy footstool with Jesus, gloriously arrayed,

prostration

Confess thee Lord.” From their longing sight withdraw,

6 At the word of th' Father, In a cloud to heav'n conveyed ;

With awe before him Sure, alternate grief and joy

The countless heav'nly hosts fall down, Did their hearts and thoughts employ.

adore him,

And homage pay. 6 He ascended up on high,

7 While on earth we tarry, Glorious and with honor crowned, His death and passion Cloth'd in god-like majesty,

We will show forth, and our sanctifiIs at God's right-hand enthroned ;

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From him derive, And doth still as man appear, 8 With his ransom'd people, Pleading for poor sinners there. Each day that passes 7 God be prais'd, they who are his,

Shall be devoted unto solemn praises In this present dispensation,

For Jesus' death. Nought essential ever miss,

9 Lamb of God most holy ! Since they share in his salvation; Praise, honor, blessing, Tho' unseen, he's nigh to all, Be giv'n to God, thro' thee, by all Who in truth upon him call.

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10 Everlasting praises

And worship ye the Son.” And adoration

With loud acclaims of joy they gaz'd, To him, who hath himself by Jesus' And cheerful Hallelujahs rais'd,

passion To us made known ! Adoring humbly at thy throne. 11 Holy, holy, holy !

2 Can we thy triumphs e'er forget ? In earth and heaven,

Shall we not worship at thy feet, To God and to the Lamb be glory For all thy griefs and pain? given By all that breathe! Yes, we will join th' angelic throng,

In singing that eternal song ; 144.

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!” THE Lord ascendeth up on high,

3 Th’assembly, which with thee at rest Deck'd with resplendent wounds;

Appears in spotless garments drest, While shouts of vict'ry rend the sky,

Bows down and humbly sings : And heav'n with joy resounds. We too thy saving name will bless,

And thee, our gracious Lord, confess 2 Eternal gates their leaves unfold, The Lord of lords and King of kings !

Receive the conqu’ring King:
The angels strike their harps of gold,
And saints triumphant sing,

T. 132. 3 Sinners, rejoice; he dy'd for you ; RAISE your devotion, mortal tongues, For you prepares a place;

To praise the King of glory; His spirit sends, you to endow Sweet be the accents of your songs With ev'ry gift and grace.

To him who went before

you : 4 His blood, which did for you atone, Lo! angels strike their loudest strings, For your salvation pleads;

For heav'n and all created things And seated on his Father's throne,

Must sound Immanuel's praises. He reigns and intercedes.

2 Ye mourning souls, look upward too,

For Christ is now preparing, T. 146. At God's right-hand a place for you ; GO up with shouts of praise !

Shake off all thoughts despairing:

Thence he yourgracious Lord will come Go up, High-Priest, to heaven! Who hast the ransom'd race

To fetch your longing spirits home,

And crown your love and labor. Upon thy heart engraven ; Though seated on thy throne,

3 Since he o'er heav'n bears sov'reign Thou deign'st to hear our pray'r ;

By all it's pow'rs attended; [sway, Nor art asham'd to own,

And hath more graces to display That we thy brethren are.

Than can be prehended:

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On such meek humble breasts as yours,

The objects of his favor.
O Comfort, words can ne'er express !
That, by th' angelic hosts attended,

149. T. 22. Our gracious Lord to heav'n ascended, To thee, our Lord, all praise be giv’n, There to prepare for us a place.

For thy ascending up to heav'n:

Support us while on earth we stay, 147.

T. 580. And kindly hear us when we pray. When thou, dear Saviour, didst ascend, 2 Tho' seated on thy Father's throne My losts," thy Father said, “ attend,' Thou ne'er wilt cease thy flock to own;

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For we believe, that thou art near 13 Blest Saviour, condescend
When in thy presence we appear.

My advocate to be:

I could not have a better friend 3 For us to heav'n thou didst ascend,

To plead with God for me.
To plead our cause, and to attend
To all our wants, yea, to prepare
A place for us, thy bliss to share.

152.* T. 58. 4 At parting from thy little fold, THE man of sorrows, whose most preThy second advent was foretold ; cious blood Therefore we wait with eagerness, Pleads now our cause before the throne. Lord Jesus, to behold thy face.

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Is in glory seated, and with compassion 150. T. 590.

Beholds, both far and near, each con

gregation With looks of love, WE sing thy praise, exalted Lamb, Who sitt'st upon the throne:

153. T. 14 Ten thousand blessings to thy name,

JESUS, our High-priest and our Head, Who worthy art alone!

Who bear'st our flesh and blood, Thy sacred, bruised body bore Our sins upon the tree :

And always interced'st for us

Before the throne of God;
And now thou liv'st for evermore :
O may we live to thee !

2 We know thou never canst forget 2 Poor sinners, sing the Lambthat dy'd!

Us thy weak members here; (What theme can sound so sweet!) Yea, when we suffer in the least, His drooping head, his streaming side,

Thou part with us wilt bear. His pierced hands and feet; 3 Thou with great tenderness art With all that scene of sufl'ring love, touch'd

Which faith presents to view ; At what thy children feel; For now he reigns and lives above, When by temptations we are press'd, Yea lives and reigns for you.

Thou know'st well what we ail: 3 Was ever grace, Lord, rich as thine, 4 Thou hast a tender sympathy

Can aught so great be nam'd? With ev'ry grief and pain; What pow'rful beams of love divine For when thou wast a man on earth, Thy tender heart inflam'd !

Thou didst the same sustain. Ye angels, praise his glorious name, 5 And tho' in heav'n exalted now,

Who lov'd and conquer'd thus; Yet thou to us art near ; And we will likewise laud the Lamb, Know'st all our weaknesses and wants, For he was slain for us.

And list'nest to our pray'r.

6 What shall we say for this thy love, 151.

But'fore thee prostrate lie;

And thank thee that thou wast a man, JESUS, who dy'd, is now

To all eternity Seated upon

his throne: The angels, who before him bow, His just dominion own.

154. T. 14. 2 Th’unworthiest of his friends

WITH joy, we meditate the grace Upon his heart he bears;

Of our High-Priest above;
He ever to their cause attends, His heart is fill'd with tenderness,
For them a place prepares.

His bowels yearn with love.

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2 In all our griefs he takes a share, The bruised reed he never breaks,
He knows our feeble frame;

Nor scorns the meanest name.
He knows what sore temptations are,
For he hath felt the same.

5 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his pow'r; 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

Pour'd out strong cries and tears; In the distressing hour. And, in his measure, feels afresh

6 He ever lives to intercede What ev'ry member bears.

Before his Father's face; 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, But raise it to a flame;

Nor doubt the Father's grace.

VIII. Of God, as manifested in the Creation, Preserva

tion and Government of the World.
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Thou stretchest to infinity,
OGOD, thou bottomless abyss !

Beyond the highest heavens seated;

Thy glorious name, thy majesty Thee to describe I am not able;

Can never be conceiv'd or meted. I can't express thy properties, [ble !

Thou art ador'd by all, Thy heights and depths unmeasura

Each must before thee fall; Thou’rt an unfathomable sea,

Whoe'er in confidence applied The God of universal nature:

To thee in his distress, True wisdom is not found in me,

Prov'd thy unbounded grace, I'm a short-sighted feeble creature.

And all his wants were well supplied. I'd place thee full in view,

And give thee praises due; 4 Counsel and deed are one with thee, Butwith mereweakness I'm surrounded;

And justice in thy court presideth; For all that thou art, knows Perfection's thine, without degree, Nor origin, nor close;

And love thy character abideth. Ah, here my senses are confounded !

Mercy and faithfulness most true, 2 All sprung from thine omnipotence,

And graceand goodness beyond meaWhat now or ever hath subsisted:

Are ev'ry morning to us new, [sure, No single atom comes by chance ;

According to thyown good pleasure. Wert thou not, nothing had existed.

Each moment of our days Whate'er accosts our ear or eye,

Thy tender care displays, Object of knowledge or the senses,

And some new pledge of mercy showeth. Derives its origin from thee,

What we are or shall be,
Its being at thy word commences :

Must be deriv'd from thee,
None can control thy will;

From whom aloneeach blessing floweth.
What is impossible

5 Ab! who can render thee just praise? With men, thou to effect art able.

Who? tho' his heart and tongue Thou to thyself alone

combined! Art adequately known;

No temple is thy dwelling-place, Thy wisdom is anmeasurable.

Thy worship cannot be confined; 3 No limits thee càn circumscribe, By building shrines, where thou shalt be,

Thy kingdom ev'ry where extendeth; No man thy proper aim attaineth; Who can thy greatness e'er describe?' Thou lovest him, who trusts in thee,

Thy praise and power never endeth. And prostrate at thy feet remaineth; 156.

What' man performs for thee, 7 With longing eyes thy creatures wait Shall his own profit be;

On thee for daily food; Thou of his gifts hast no occasion: Thy lib'ral hand provides them meat, Thou dost on him bestow

And fills their mouths with good. Life, and salvation too;

8 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, But thou receivest no accession.

My God, my heav'nly King 6 Thy hand rewards, tho' all is thine, Let age to age thy righteousness Thou ! by whose fire thy foes must In sounds harmonious sing

perish; Altho' its genial warmth and shine

9 Creatures with all their endless race, Thy friends meanwhile doth warm

Thy pow'r and praise proclaim: and cherish.

May we, who'taste thy richer grace, The seraphim with sweetest tone

Delight to bless thy name!
Express their praise and adoration;
The elders, kneeling at thy throne,
Serve thee with deepest veneration.

157.* T. 22. Thine is the kingdom, pow'r, MONARCH of all, with humble feat And glory evermore!

To thee heav'n's hosts their voices With humble awe I sink ashamed

raise, Before thy majesty; Thou art essentially

Ev'n earth and dust thy bounties share:

Let earth and dust attempt thy praise. All that is great and holy named !

2 Before thy face, O Lord most high!

Sinks all created glory down:
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Yet be not wroth with me, that I Almighty God, thou sov'reign Lord, Vile worm, draw near thy awful 'Fore thee we prostrate fall,

throne. In heaven and on earth ador'd,

3 Of all thou the beginning art, As the great Cause of all.

Of all things thou alone the end : 2 Thou canst not by our eyes be seen, On thee still fix my wav'ring heart, Thou art a spirit pure,

To thee let all nay actions tend. : Who from eternity hast been,

4 Thou, Lord, art light: thy native ray And always shalt endure.

No shade, no variation knows; 3 Present alike in ev'ry place To my dark soul thy light display, Thy Godhead we adore,

The brightness of thy face disclose. Beyond the bounds of time and space

5. Thou, Lord, art love : from thee Thou dwellest evermore. 4 In wisdom infinite thou art,

Flows forth in unexhausted streams; Thine eye doth all things see,

Let me its quick’ning virtue prove, And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart O fill my heart with sacred flames ! Is fully known to thee.

6 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou 5 Whate'er thou wilt, thou Lord,canst do alone: Here and in heav'n above,

With eager hope, with warm desire, But chiefly we rejoice to know Thee may I still my portion own, Almighty God is Love!

To thee in ev'ry thought aspire. 6 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have 7 So shall my ev'ry pow'r to thee

Thy goodness we rehearse, [made; In love and endless praises rise;
In shining characters display'd Yea,' body, soul and spirit be
Throughout the universé.

Thy'ever living sacrifice.
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pure love

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