THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

HYMN LXIV.

1 JEHOVAH reigns, His throne is high,
His robes are light and Majesty ;

His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

2 His terrors keep the world in awe,

His justice guards his holy law;
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise, seal the grace.

3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His power is sovereign to fulfil,
The noblest counsels of His will.
4 And will the glorious Lord descend,
To be my Father, and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join,
Heaven is secure, if God be mine.

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
HYMN LXV.

1 GUIDE us, O thou great Jehovah!

Pilgrims through this barren land;

We are weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold us with thy powerful hand.

Strong deliverer,

Be thou still our strength and shield.
2 Open now the living fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar,

Lead us all our journey through;
Bread of heaven,

Feed us till we want no more.

3 When we tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid our anxious fears subside;
Bear us through the swelling current,
Land us safe on Canaan's side;

Songs of praises

We will ever give to thee.

L. M.

P. M.

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

HYMN LXVI.

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;

Be our theme the Saviour's praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Let us sing, for safe and blest,

We with Jesus soon shall rest;
There our home is now prepar'd,
There our kingdom and reward.

4 Lord, submissive we would go,
Leaving all we lov'd below;
Only Thou our leader be,
Gladly we will follow Thee.

P. M.

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

HYMN LXVII.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
That heavenly land from ours.

3 Lo! rising from the swelling flood,
The eternal hills are seen!

So Canaan's promised land was view'd,
While Jordan roll'd between.

C. M.

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

4 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumin'd eyes :

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's waves, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

THE ASCENSION DAY.

HYMN LXVIII.

1 THE powers of darkness leagu'd in vain

To bind our Lord in death:

He shook their kingdom, when he fell;
By his expiring breath.

2 And now his conquering chariot-wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;

Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannahs sung;
'Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this happy morn;

Which scatters blessings from its wings,
On nations yet unborn.

C. M.

THE ASCENSION DAY.

HYMN LXIX.

1 WHEN Christ, victorious from the grave,
Ascended up on high;

He gave to all his saints a pledge
That they should never die.

2 Though for a time they sleep in dust,
Each resting in his bed;

Soon the Archangel's trump shall sound,
And call them from the dead,

3 For us, unworthy as we are,
Against that joyful day

A crown of glory is reserv'd,
That fadeth not away.

4 We know that our Redeemer lives,
Who bought us with his blood;
We know that we shall live with him,
And in our flesh see God.

C. M

HYMN LXX.

C. M.

The ark of God is supposed to be moving in a grand and
solemn procession of the whole Israelitish nation,
towards the place of its future residence on Mount
Zion. See 1 Chron. xv. On ascending the mountain
this psalm was sung.
It is, by us, to be applied to the
Christian Church, and to the ascension of our Lord into
heaven, victorious over sin, death, and hell.

1 GOD is gone up with a joyful noise,
Of saints that sing on high;

With his own right hand and his holy arm,

He hath won the victory.

2 Now empty are the courts of death,
And crush'd thy sting, despair;

And light is strewn in the desert tomb,
For Jesus hath been there.

THE ASCENSION DAY.

3 And he hath tamed the strength of hell,
And dragg'd him through the sky;
And captive behind his chariot wheel,
He hath bound captivity.

4 God is gone up with a joyful noise,
Of saints that sing on high;

With his own right hand, and his holy arm,
He hath won the victory.

SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY.

HYMN LXXI.

1 HAIL, the day that sees him rise,

Glorious to his native skies!

Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the highest heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ has vanquish'd death and sin;
Take the King of Glory in.

3 See, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 Still for us he intercedes,

His prevailing death he pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

5 Blessed Saviour, thou shalt be
Honour'd through eternity;
Angel hosts, O glorious King,
Evermore thy praise shall sing.

P. M.