II.

Thou who, for many a year,
Homeless and friendless,

Grief's bitter load didst bear,

Measureless, endless!

Lo, at Thy feet we throw
Our weight of guilt and woe;
Help Thou, for Thou dost know
Man may not bear it!

III.

Thou, who Thy Cross beside,
Saw'st her who bore Thee,

And bad'st those tears be dried,
Fast flowing for Thee!

We too from each fond heart,

Deep though our love, must part;

Thou who hast felt that smart,

Comfort, and heal it!

IV.

Thou, who Death's iron chain

Mightily rending,

Didst rise to Heaven again,
Victor ascending!

We too, like Thee, must die,
We in Thy grave must lie;
Lord, in that hour be nigh;
Let us rise with Thee.

M

ASCENSION HYMN.

(Adapted to the Air "God Preserve the Emperor."]

I.

Lo, the glorious work is ended,

That great work for which the Son From the Heaven of Heavens descended, And Mortality put on.

All His years of toil completed,

All His Cup of Sorrow spent, Death subdued, and Hell defeated,

And the Grave's dark portals rent!

II.

Now the faithful hearts that owned Him,
From the earth behold Him rise;

Till the clouds that gather round Him,
Hide His glory from their eyes.
Then let Heaven, let all Creation,
All His mighty Sceptre sways,

With united acclamation,

Sound the Conqueror's Hymn of Praise!

III.

"Ope the Eternal Gates; unfold them,

His returning steps to greet!

Scarce the Heaven of Heavens can hold Him, Scarce His praises half repeat.

Lo, the glories, Lord, that wait Thee;

Mount again Thy Sovereign Seat!

There to reign, till all that hate Thee,
Shall be subject to Thy feet."

PSALM XXIV.

I.

EARTH, with all her countless sons,
Doth the Lord's dominion own,

Where the World's wide circuit runs,
He is King, and He alone.
He the wondrous fabric planned,
Work of His Almighty Hand.

He, above the waters' waste,
Earth's foundations firmly based.