When we pass its gloomy portal; Faith shall cry, as fails each sense: "Lord, Thou art our confidence!"

C. F. Gellert. F. E. Cox, Tr.

185

HALLELUJAH! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
The strife is o'er, the battle done!
The victory of life is won!

The song of triumph hath begun.
Hallelujah!

2 The powers of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legion hath dispersed:
Let shouts of holy joy outburst:
Hallelujah!

3 The three sad days have quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead:
All glory to our risen Head!
Hallelujah!

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell.
Hallelujah!

5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live and sing to Thee,

Hallelujah!

From the Latin.

F. Pott, Tr.

186

WE WILL carol joyfully,

On this holy festal day;
To our risen Lord and King
Grateful homage we will bring.
Carol, carol, carol, carol

To our risen Lord and King.

2 We will carol joyfully,

As with sweet accord we bring Praise from every heart and voice To our risen Lord and King. Carol, carol, etc.

3 We will carol joyfully,

While our love and thanks we give
To our risen Lord and King,

Him who died that we might live.
Carol, carol, etc.

4 We will carol joyfully,

And to Him our offerings bringGrateful hearts, with love and praise, To our risen Lord and King.

Carol, carol, etc.

Anon.

3 Draw us to Thee,
O Thou whose love

The angels praise adoring;
Receive our souls

To Thee above,

Thy name in death imploring.

4 Draw us to Thee,

Grant us to rise

To yon abode of glory;

On Thee to rest

With joyful eyes,

And fall in praise before Thee.

F. Funcke.

A. T. Russell, Tr.

188

LOOK, ye saints! the sight is glorious!

See the Man of Sorrows now! From the fight return'd victorious, Ev'ry knee to Him shall bow: Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2 Crown the Savior! angels, crown Him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
On the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crown the Savior King of kings.

3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Savior's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station;

O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him! Crown Him!

King of kings, and Lord of lords!

T. Kelly.

189

TH

'H' ETERNAL gates lift up their heads, The doors are opened wide;

The King of glory is gone up
Unto His Father's side.

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord,
Thou hast prepared a place,

That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon Thy face.

3 And ever on Thine earthly path
A gleam of glory lies;

A light still breaks behind the clouds
That veil Thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs,
And let Thy grace be given,
That while we linger yet below,
Our hearts may be in heaven.

5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be:

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell
Forevermore with Thee.

C. F. Alexander.