3 Sons of men, the triumph join,
Praise him with the hosts divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers,
Their victorious Lord is ours!

4 Shout the God enthron'd above!
Trumpet forth his conquering love;
Praises to our Jesus sing,
Praises to our glorious King.

5 Power is all to Jesus given,

Power o'er hell, and earth, and heaven;
Jesus, power to us impart,

Then we'll praise with all our heart.

The year crowned with goodness.

1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
By thee the sun is taught to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.

3 The flowery spring at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer suns with vigour shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
6 O may our more harmonious tongues,
Hereafter join in nobler songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

1 HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
Christ, a while to mortals given,
Reascends his native heaven;
There the glorious triumph waits,
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in!

Heb. i. 5.

2 Him, though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3 Master, (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to day,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee!

Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home;
There we shall with thee remain,
Happy in thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heaven in thee.

Lift up your heads, ye everlasting doors. Psa. xxiv. 7—10.

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey;

See! he rises frem the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah.

2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hallelujah.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now to glory see him rise,

In long triumph up the sky,

Up to waiting worlds on high. Hallelujah.

4 Heaven displays her portals wide; Glorious Jesus, through them ride; King of glory, mount thy throne,

Thy great Father's and thine own. Hallelujah.

5 Praise him all ye heavenly choirs; Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song!

Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hallelujah.

6 Every note with wonder swell, And the Saviour's trinmph tell: Where, O death, is now thy sting?

Where thy terrors, vanquish'd King? Hallelujah.

Praise. Psa. lxviii. 32; lxxiv. 12; lxxvi. 4.

1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the Sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains:
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He lov'd that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's,
There Abrah'm's God is known,

While powers and princes, shields and swords, Submit before his throne.

The Exaltation of Christ. Isa lii. 13. Psa. xviii. 44. Heb. ii. 7.
1 NOW let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above!
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wond'rous love.
2 While seraphs tune the immortal song,
0 may we feel the sacred flame;
And every heart and every tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.
3 Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir'd;

Who died for rebels-yes, 'tis he!
How bright! how lovely! how admir'd!
4 Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor's place ;-
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasurable grace!

5 Were universal nature ours,
And art with all her boasted store;
Nature and art with all their powers,
Would still confess the offerer poor.
6 Yet though for bounty so divine,
We ne'er can equal honours raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.

Jesus exalted as a Prince and a Saviour. Acts v. 31.
Isa. lxxxix. 27. Heb. ii. 8.

1 EXALTED Prince of life, we own
The royal honours of thy throne:
'Tis fix'd by God's almighty hand,
And seraphs bow at thy command.