HYMN XCIV. LIFT up the everlasting gates, Ye chiefs of princely name; The Lord and King of glory waits, So to the upper seats they cry, For Adam, by the serpent's guile The earth glad festal keeps to day, Amen. T HYMN XCV. O day triumphal praises wait To him within the temple gate Now to his glory we record, Who are but dust and clay, What honour he did us afford The human nature, which of late Below the angels' lay, Raised far above that meaner state, Lo, at man's feet all creatures bow, Our lord and brother, who has on Such flesh as this we wear, To realms of heavenly blifs has gone, Eternal might to share. And cup of suffering drained, To him by whose prevailing might Who brought immortal life to light, All power To David's rod, and David's stem, And Sion's chosen song, His kingdom shall triumphantly The glory of his sovereignty Shall last when years shall end. Amen. L HYMN XCVII. ORD Jesus, parted from thy servants' sight, Ascended Saviour, up to heaven we gaze; Become the firstfruits of the saints which slept, Until the kingdoms of this world confess |