Thou art gone up on high! To pass unto Thy crown. Lead us at last to Thee.] Thou art gone up on high! With all the bright ones of the sky Oh! by Thy saving power, That we may stand, in that dread hour, At Thy right hand on high. Amen. EMMA TOKE. EMMANUEL. C. M. L. V. BEETHOVEN. d 163 ƒ TH 'HE golden gates lift up their heads, The King of Glory is gone in Unto His Father's side. mf 2 Thou art gone up before us, Lord, That we may be where now Thou art, cr 3 And ever on our earthly path A light still breaks behind the cloud f4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, dim That, while we linger yet below, cr Our treasure be in heaven. f5 That, where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be ; Dwell now in us, that we may dwell Amen. EDEN. 66.66. A men. C. FRANCES ALEXANDER. O. M. FEILden. A men. Be scattered now before Him; In worship who adore Him. cr Before the Lord let them rejoice, f And in His praise lift up their voice Who rideth on the heavens. mf 2 When Thou, O God, Thy flock didst guide, Earth shook at Thy descending: The rocks beneath were rending. f3 Thou hast gone up, O God, on high, dim To heaven's high throne ascending. f4 Blest be the Lord for all His love, His own-His ransomed nation. 17. HIS REIGN. DIADEMATA. (1st Tune.) D.S.M. G. J. ELVEY, Mus. Doc. ROWN Him with many crowns, mf [3 Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him Who died for thee, cr And hail Him as thy chosen King Through all eternity. dim cr Rich Wounds, yet visible above ? No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his burning eye Crown Him the Lord of Peace: Crown Him the Lord of heaven, And the blest Spirit, through Him given, f All hail! Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me: M. BRIDGES. |