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3 Glory to the blesséd Jesus!

Who for sinners lay
In the tomb, and rose upon

Happy Easter day.

4 Glory to the blesséd Jesus!

He, Who is our Way, Went up in a cloud to heaven

On Ascension Day.

5 Glory to the blesséd Jesus!

Who, at Whitsuntide
Sent His Holy Spirit down,

With us to abide.

6 Glory to the blesséd Jesus !

We will praise His love, All our days on earth below, And for




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ARISE, sons of the kingdom!

The King is drawing nigh; Arise and hail with gladness

The Ruler from on high. Ye Christians, hasten forth! Your praise and homage bring Him, And glad hosannas sing Him; Naught else your love is worth.

2 Arise, ye drooping mourners !

The King is very near;
Away with grief and sorrow,

For, lo! your help is here.
Behold in many a place-
O blesséd consolation !
We find Him, our Salvation,
In His pure means of grace.

3 Now hear, ye bold transgressors,

The King does well give heed
To all that ye are doing,

And to the life ye lead,
Enthralled by sin and hell;
Nothing in all creation
Escapes His observation,
He marketh all things well.

4 Be righteous, ye His subjects,

The King is just and true;
Prepare for Him a highway,

Make all things straight and new.
He means all for our good;
Then let us bear the crosses
Which He Himself imposes

In an undaunted mood.
5 He nevermore forsaketh

A child that feels the rod,
To Him his refuge maketh,

And puts his trust in God.
He is our sovereign King;
E'en death itself shall never
Those from their Master sever

Who'to His mercy cling.
6 Arise, ye faint and fearful!

The King now comes with might;
His heart hath long since loved us,

He makes our darkness light.
Now are our sorrows o’er;
No wrath shall e'er befall us,
Since God in grace doth call us

His children evermore.
7 The King in grace remembers

His loved ones here below
With gifts of royal treasures,

Yea, doth Himself bestow
Through His blest word and grace.
O King arrayed in splendor,
To Thee all praise we'll render
Here and there face to face.

8 Oh, rich the gifts Thou bring'st us,

Thyself made poor and weak;
O Love beyond expression

That thus can sinners seek!
For this, O Lord, will we
Our joyous tribute bring Thee,
And glad hosannas sing Thee,
And ever grateful be.

J. Rist. Tr. Anon.


O COME, O come, Immanuel

, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.

2 O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free

Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them vict'ry o'er the grave.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel !

3 O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer

Our spirits by. Thine advent here;
And drive away the shades of night,
And pierce the clouds, and bring us light!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

4 O come, Thou Key of David, come,

And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel !
5 O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,

Who to Thy tribes on Sinai's height
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel !


J. M. Neale, Tr.

THAT I had an angels tongue,

That I might loudly sing
The wonders of redeeming love

To Thee, my God and King ! 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord

Their thankful voices raise: Can we be dumb while angels sing

Our great Redeemer's praise? 3 O sing aloud in boundless grace

Which thus hath set us free; Extol with songs, my savéd soul,

Thy Savior's love to Thee.
4 Give endless thanks to God, and say,

What love was this in Thee,
That Thou hast not withheld 'Thy Son,
Thine only Son from me?

J. Mason.

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