Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; 66 And angels chaunt the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates "Ye everlasting doors give way! Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord, of boundless power possess'd; The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest. Whitsunday. "And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind; and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues, like as unto fire, and it sat upon each of them, and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost."---Acts c. 2. Great was the day, the joy was great, Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, What gifts, what miracles he gave! Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, These weapons of the holy war, Nations, the learned and the rude, And hates the doctrine of the cross. Great King of Grace! my heart subdue, I would be led in triumph too, A willing captive to my Lord, And sing the vict'ries of his Word. Trinity Sunday. "For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one."1 John v: 7. Give glory unto God on high, To him who arch'd the vaulted sky, Who mighty earth's circumference spann'd, Who form'd the countless orbs that gem Give glory to the Son who came Who bare our sins, vouchsaf'd to give Himself to die, that we might live; Was holy, harmless, undefiled, Patient when spurn'd, dumb when reviled; Who, in the agonies of death, Pour'd for his foes his parting breath; Was perfect God and man in one. Give glory to the incarnate Son. Give glory to the Holy Ghost! The promis'd comforter and guide, To prompt to good, correct of sin. Join, all on earth, in heaven above, Though reason give not finite man Yet man may his Creator own; May bow before a Saviour's throne; Their true divinity believe; And while he chaunts a Father's love, With joy confess that GOD IS ONE! BERNARD BARTON. Ministrations of Angels. "He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."---Ps. xcii. 13. Minist'ring angels mark our road, And all our steps attend, Inspire our minds with thoughts of God, Still ready to befriend. Great God and do thy angels wait On one so mean as I, To guide me in my erring state, O how should I their friendship prize, In thought, or word, or deed! But, Lord, thy purer eyes divine O since thou seest each thought of mine, Omniscience and Omnipresence of the Deity, "Whither shall I go from thy spirit, or whither shall I go from thy presence."---Ps. cxxxix. Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through; |