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COME, let us ascend,
Come up into the chariot of love.
2 By faith we are come
And look down on the skies,
3 Who on earth can conceive,
In the palace of God the great King?
4 What a rapturous song,
Hallelujah they cry
To the King of the sky,
WHAT tho' my frail eyelids refuse,
Continual watching to keep,
4 Thy minist'ring spirits descend,
And angels elect are sent down,
WEET as the shepherd's tuneful reed, From Sion's mount I heard the sound: Gay sprang the flow'rets of the mead,
And gladden'd nature smil'd around. The voice of peace salutes mine ear! Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air. 2 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe: Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow. Behold, the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.
3 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,
4 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away;
And smiling joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps, and near thee stay; Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.
1 FROM heav'n the loud, th' angelic song
It shook the skies and reach'd astonish'd
By man reecho'd, it shall mount again;
2 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway; In earth and heav'n the Lord of all: Ye princes, rulers, pow'rs, obey,
And low before his foot-stool fall.
3 The deed was done; the Lamb was slain, The groaning earth the burthen bore: He rose, he lives; he lives to reign,
Nor time shall shake his endless pow'r.
4 Riches and all that decks the great,
From worlds unnumber'd hither bring; The tribute pour before his seat,
And hail the triumphs of our King.
5 Wisdom and strength are his alone,
He raised the top-stone, shouting grace; Honour has built his lofty throne,
And glory shines upon his face.
6 From heav'n, from earth, loud bursts of praise, The mighty blessings shall proclaim; Blessings that earth to glory raise;
The purchase of the wounded Lamb.
7 Higher still higher, swell the strain;
LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,
2 All glory be to God on high,
3 Let joy around like rivers flow,
For heaven and earth are at peace.
4 Now the good-will of heaven is shewn Tow'rds Adam's helpless race; Messiah is come
To ransom his own,
And save them by infinite grace.
5 Then let us join the heavens above