The Otterbein Hymnal Part 25

See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate!

Hark! the choirs of angel voices Joyful hallelujahs sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King.

2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee?

Lord of battles, G.o.d of armies, He has gained the victory; He, who on the cross did suffer, He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes.

3 Thou hast raised our human nature, On the clouds to G.o.d's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with G.o.d is on the throne; Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.

154 Coronation. C.M.

_Crown Him Lord of All._ (336)

All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.

6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall!

We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.

Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780.

155 Elizabethtown. C.M.

_The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338)

Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast.

2 Below he washed our guilt away, By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with G.o.d.

3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o'ercame.

4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name; Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our mouths his praise proclaim.

Anon. 1818.

156 Elizabethtown. C.M.

_Perfect Through Suffering._ (337)

The head, that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned 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.

Thomas Kelly, 1820.

157 Elizabethtown. C.M.

_Christ's Compa.s.sion to the Weak._ (341)

With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What every member bears.

4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.

_The Lord is at Hand._

There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky, Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year, And the days are swiftly pa.s.sing that will bring the kingdom nigh, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

Cho.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near; Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!

Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll, And the King in his glory shall appear.

2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared, And the looking for the Savior to appear, That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord, For the King ere the kingdom must appear; Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!

Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long, And the hearts of men are failing them for fear; Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song, That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

D. W. Whittle.