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BACKGROUND
MIDDLETOWN, by Charles Wesley

Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wistful eyes,
Christ awhile to mortals give,
Reascends his native heav'n.

There, the pompous triumph waits,
Lift your heads eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take th King of glory in.

136th PSALM, by Dr. Watts

Hast thou not giv'n thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord,
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come nor fear
I'll go and come nor fear to die,
Till from on high thou call me home.


MIDDLETOWN

By Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends his native heaven.

There the pompous triumph waits:
"Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in!"

Circled round with angel-powers,
Their triumphant Lord, and ours,
Conqueror over death and sin;
"Take the King of glory in!"

Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

See, he lifts his hands above!
See, he shows the prints of love!
Hark, his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his church below!

Still for us his death he pleads;
Prevalent he intercedes;
Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

Master, (will 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,
Following thee beyond the skies.

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,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in thee.


136th PSALM
Shows up as Psalm 121(?)
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

God our preserver.
Upward I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the tower
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.

My feet shall never slide
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears:
Those wakeful eyes
That never sleep
Shall Isr'el keep,
When dangers rise.

No burning heats by day
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.

Hast thou not giv'n thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath:
I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call me home.





        
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