ORTONVILLE. C. M.

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MAJESTIC Sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be thine.

While angelsviewed with wondering eyes
And hailed the incarnate God.

3 Oh! the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,

Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All!

On! for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God!
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus the name that calms my fears,
That bids my sorrows cease;
'Tis music to my ravished ears;
"Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.

And ever prays for me:

A token of his love he gives,

A pledge of liberty.

2 I find him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near:

His presence makes me free indeed,
And he will soon appear.

3 He wills that I should holy be:
What can withstand his will?
The counsel of his grace in me,
He surely shall fulfill.

4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word:
I steadfastly believe

Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord,
And to thyself receive.

4 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head;
To this almighty rock they run,
And find a pleasing shade.

5 How glorious he-how happy they, In such a glorious friend!

Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

COME, let us join our songs of praise

To our ascended Priest;

He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.

2 Below he washed our guilt away,

By his atoning blood;

Now he appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.

3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Whom he himself o'ercame.

4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er shall quench The fervor of his love;

For us he died in kindness here,

For us he lives above.

In yonder world above,

His saints on earth admire his ways,

And glory in his love.

Nor blush to bear his name;

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith

Our lips his praise proclaim.

BENJAMIN. S. M.

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now

is freed, And death, our foe,

dis-armed, And death, our foe,

dis-armed.

He lives to die no more;
He lives, the sinner's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.

3 "The Lord is risen indeed !"—

Then hell hath lost its prey: With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day.

4 "The Lord is risen indeed !"

Attending angels! hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed
The joyful tidings bear.

5 Then wake your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs! To sing our risen Lord.

But thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto thy crown.

4 And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to thee!

5 Thou art gone up on high:
But thou shalt come again
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in thy train.

6 Oh, by thy saving power

So make us live and die,

That we may stand in that dread hour,
At thy right hand on high!

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on yonder throne;

All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare:
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

3 Worship, honor, power and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits;

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

LOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious!
See the Man of Sorrows now
From the fight returned victorious;
Every knee to him shall bow.
Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone him,
Crown the Saviour King of kings!

2 Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ;
Saints and angels! crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name.
Hark, those bursts of acclamation,
Hark, those loud, triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;

King of kings, and Lord of lords!