Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renowned;
In battle mighty, o'er His foes
Eternal victor crowned.
Lift up your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain
The King of glory; see, He comes
With all His shining train.
Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renowned;
Of glory He alone is King,
Who is with glory crowned.
WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God, not made with hands,
The great High Priest our nature wears,
The Guardian of mankind appears.
Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a Brother's eye;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, His prayers, His agonies.
In every pang that rends the heart
The "Man of sorrows" hath a part,
He sympathises with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
With boldness therefore at the throne
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above;
Where our exalted Saviour reigns,
And angels sing His wondrous love.
While seraphs tune the immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame !
May every heart and every tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.
Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died to redeem our ruined race!
O what return can mortals give
For such unbounded gifts of grace!
What though for mercy so divine
We ne'er can worthy honours raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be Thine,
And all our tongues proclaim Thy praise!
THOU art gone up on high;
To realms beyond the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
Το pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be !
But only let this path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones in the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
Lord, by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high.
SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love,
O shed thine influence from above,
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.
In every clime, by every tongue,
Be God's surpassing glory sung:
Let all the listening earth be taught
The wonders by our Saviour wrought.
Unfailing Comfort! heavenly Guide!
Still o'er Thy holy Church preside;
Still let mankind Thy blessings prove;
spirit of mercy, truth, and love.
SPIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day,
To Thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.
We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long Thy praises to proclaim
With fervour, in our own.
We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more;
Enough for us to trace Thy will
In Scripture's sacred lore.
When tongues shall cease, and power decay,
And knowledge empty prove,
Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay,
With faith, and hope, and love.
WHEN God of old came down from heaven,
In power and wrath He came ;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame.
But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love;
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hovered His holy Dove.
The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.
Like arrows went those lightnings forth,
Winged with the sinner's doom;
But these, like tongues o'er all the earth
Proclaiming life to come.
Come, Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power,
Open our ears to hear:
Let us not miss the accepted hour;
Save, Lord, by Love or Fear.
COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love,
Illumine with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.
Anoint and cheer our sin-worn face
With the abundance of Thy grace,
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of Both, to be but One.
That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song.
Praise to Thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
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