He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of glory in.

4 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
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,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest.

HYMN 18. Second Part. L, M.

Forerunner.

FAR, far beyond these lower skies,

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; And with infallible success,

There Jesus, our Forerunner, pleads. 4 We shall, when we in heav'n appear, His praises sing, his wonders tell ; And with our great Forerunner there, For ever and for ever dwell.

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HYMN 18. Third Part. L. M.
The presence, glory, and power of Christ.
WITH transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
Th' immortal honours of thy name;
Altho' ascended to thy throne,

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Thou still art present with thine own.
2 High on his Father's royal seat,
Our Jesus shone divinely great ;
Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd,
Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd.
3 Thro' all succeeding ages, he

The same hath been-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:

The same his faithfulness and love,
To saints on earth and saints above.
5 Let nature change, and sink, and die;
Jesus shall raise his chosen high;
And fix them near his heav'nly throne,
In glory changeless as his own.

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HYMN 19. First Part. L. M.

He sitteth at the right hand of God.
ESUS the Lord our souls adore,
A painful suff'rer now no more;
At the right hand of God he reigns
O'er earth, and heav'n's extensive plains.
2 His race for ever is complete ;
For ever undisturb'd his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
3. Yet 'midst, the honours of his throne,
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 at God's right hand now see,
Enter'd within the veil for thee.

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HYMN 19. Second Part. C. M.
Jesus our vital head.

ESUS, we sing thy matchless grace,
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.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord:
One body all in mutual love,

And thou, our common Lord.

4 May faith from thee each hour derive
Supplies with fresh delight;

While death and hell in vain shall strive
This bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present
Before thy Father's face;

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Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.

HYMN 19. Third Part. L. M.

Christ will come to judge the world.

TOW to the Lord that made us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins,
And wash'd us in his richest blood;
"Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior king,
Be everlasting pow'r confess'd,
And ev'ry tongue his glory sing.
4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And ev'ry eye shall see his face;
Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once;
He now displays his pard'ning grace.
5 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariots long delay.

HYMN 19. Fourth Part. P. M.
Day of Judgment.

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AY of judgment, day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round.

How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the judge our nature wearing, Cloth'd in majesty divine!

You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say,

"This God is mine!

"Gracious Saviour,

"Own me in that day for thine !” 3 At his call, the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea :
All the pow'rs of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee :

Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee? 4 Horrors past imagination,

Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, "Hence, accursed wretch, depart! "Thou with Satan

"And his angels, have thy part!" 5 But to those who have confessed,

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Lov'd and serv'd the Lord, below
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
"See the kingdom I bestow :
You for ever

"Shall my love and glory know." 6 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought our courage raise ! Swiftly God's great day approaches, Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise : May we triumph

When the world is in a blaze.

HYMN 19. Fifth Part. P. M.
Lo, he cometh.

1 LO! he cometh! countless trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great exalted head.

Hallelujah,

Welcome, welcome, Son of God.
2 Now his merit, by the harpers,
Thro' th' eternal deep resounds;
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints,
Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds:
They, who pierc'd him,

Shall at his appearance wail.