"The Lord is my strength, and my song;
and is become my salvation."
From the cxviii. Psalm.
JOY fills the dwelling of the just,
Whom God has saved from harm;
For wondrous things are brought to pass
By his Almighty arm.
2 Then open wide the temple gates
To which the just repair,
That I may enter in, and praise
My great Deliverer there.
3 That which the builders once refused,
Is now the Corner-stone:
This is the wondrous work of God,
The work of God alone.
4 This day is God's; let all the lands
Exalt their cheerful voice:
"Lord, we beseech thee, save us now,
And make us still rejoice."
5 0 then with me give thanks to God,
Who still does gracious prove;
And let the tribute of our praise
Be endless as his love.
"Who is gone into heaven."
HOU art gone up on high
To mansions in 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 thy rest.
Thou art gone up on high;
But thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery,
To pass unto thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to thee.
3 Thou art gone up on high;
But thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in thy train.
O by thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At thy right hand on high.
"We see Jesus crowned with glory and
honour."
HE Head, that once was crown'd with
thorns,
Is crown'd with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is his, is his by right,
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love
And grants his name to know.
4 To them the Cross with all its shame,
With all its grace is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of his love.
6 The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him:
His people's hope, his people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
115 "By his own blood he entered in once
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 him! Crown him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2 Crown the Saviour, 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 Saviour King of kings.
3 Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour'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.
116 "And on his head were many crowns."
CROWN him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2 Crown him the Virgin's Son!
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now his brow adorn.
Fruit of the Mystic Rose,
True Branch of Jesse's stem,
The Root whence mercy ever flows,-
The Babe of Bethlehem!
3 Crown him the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,-
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his wondering eye
At mysteries so bright.
4 Crown him the Lord of peace!
Whose power a sceptre sways
In heaven and earth, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end;
And round his pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
5 Crown him the Lord of heaven!
One with the Father known,-
And the blest Spirit, through him given
From yonder Triune throne!
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou hast died for me:
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.
117 "Thou hast led captivity captive."
OUR Lord is risen from the dead ;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right;
Receive the King of Glory in.
4 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
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