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HYMN 17. Second Part. L.M.
I know that my Redeemer liveth. (cont.)
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He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
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He lives, to grant me fresh supply,
He lives to guide me with his eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
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He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.
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He lives my kind, wise, heav'nly friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and, while he lives, I'll sing,
He lives, my prophet, priest, and king.
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He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
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He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!
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HYMN 18. First Part. L.M.
He ascended into heaven.
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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.
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There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
"Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
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Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene:
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HYMN 18. First Part. L.M.
He ascended into heaven. (cont.)
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He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of glory in.
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"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.
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Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates?
"Ye everlasting doors give way!"
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"Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest.
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HYMN 18. Second Part. L.M.
Forerunner.
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FAR, far beyond these lower skies,
Up to the glories all his own,
Where we by faith lift up our eyes.
There Jesus, our Forerunner's, gone.
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Amidst the shining hosts above,
Where his blest smile new pleasure gives,
Where all is wonder, joy, and love;
There Jesus, our Forerunner, lives.
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Before his heav'nly Father's face,
For ev'ry saint he intercedes;
And with infallible success,
There Jesus, our Forerunner, pleads.
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We shall, when we in heav'n appear,
His praises sing, his wonders tell;
And with our great Forerunner there,
For ever and for ever dwell.
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