2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, By actions show your sins forgiven, And seek the glorious things above, And follow Christ, your head, to heaven. 3 There your exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right hand again, In all his Father's majesty, In everlasting power to reign. 4 To him continually aspire, Contending for your destin'd place, 1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. 1. 1 CHRIST from the dead is rais'd, and made The First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man Did resurrection come. 2 For, as in Adam all mankind 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, The things which are above, where Christ ASCENSION. HYMN 72. (L. M.) 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Ye saints approach! the anguish view, Of him who groans beneath your load; He gives his precious life for you, For you he sheds his precious blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies, Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell "Born to redeem, instruct, and save!" Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting! "And where thy victory, O grave!" HYMN 73. (L. M.) 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs 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, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?” WHITSUNDAY. HYMN 74. (C. M.) 1 COME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come, Inspire these souls of thine; Till every heart which thou hast made 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 6 Teach us the Father to confess, HYMN 75. (C. M.) 1 COME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Hosannas languish on our tongues, 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, HYMN 76. (c. M.) 1 HE'S come! let every knee be bent, Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, 2 What greater gift, what greater love, 3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul Do thou each sinful thought control, 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey TRINITY SUNDAY. HYMN 77. 10 HOLY, holy, holy Lord, (L. M.) Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, Forever be thy name ador'd, Thy glories let the world proclaim! In streams of light and glory giv❜n, Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n! 4 O God triune! to thee we owe Our every thought, our every song; From saint and seraph's burning tongue! 1 FATHER of all, whose love profound Before thy throne we sinners bend; HYMN 79. 1 WE give immortal praise (II. 4) To God the Father's love, For all our comforts here, Eternal Son, That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs 3 To God the Spirit, praise Be endless honours done; With all her pow'rs, |