All glory to Jesus who died on the tree, To raise up a ladder of mercy for me! Press forward! press forward! the prize is in view, A crown of bright glory is waiting for you. The vision was glorious; a bright heavenly throng Was ascending with joy, and descending thereon; And God, rich in mercy, was standing above, Proclaiming to Jacob his goodness and love. All glory to Jesus, &c. This ladder is Jesus, the Saviour of man, Whose blood, richly streaming, from Calvary ran; And through His atonement to heaven we may rise, And sing in the mansions prepared in the skies. All glory to Jesus, &c. Then let us ascend, and be bold, never fear; It has stood every tempest, and always will bear; For millions have tried it, and reached Zion’s hill, And thousands, by faith, are ascending it still. All glory to Jesus, &c. Our fathers upon it have mounted to God, Have finished their labours, and reach’d their abode; And we’re climbing after, and soon shall be there, To join in their rapture, their happiness share. All glory to Jesus, &c. 66. Hosanna! Christ is here, Within these hallowed walls; Where the hymn of praise, the cry of prayer, On the great Jehovah calls, And lisping childhood’s willing tongue Lifts high to heaven the choral song, Hosanna! Christ is here! 67. Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear; Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear? Only let us follow whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead. Jesus is our Shepherd: well we know his voice, How its gentlest whisper makes our hearts rejoice; Even when it chideth, tender is its tone; None but He shall guide us! we are His alone. Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed: Then on each he setteth His own secret sign; “They that have my Spirit, these,” saith he, “are mine.” Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may raven, none can do us harm; When we tread death’s valley, dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, victors o’er the tomb. Jesus is our Shepherd, with His goodness now, And His tender mercy, He doth us endow: Let us sing his praises, with a gladsome heart, Till in heaven we meet Him, never more to part. 68. Jesus Christ is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day; Who did once, upon the cross, Suffer to redeem our loss. Hallelujah! Hymns of praise then let us sing Unto Christ, our heavenly King; Who endur’d the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah! But the pains which he endured Our salvation have procured; Now above the sky he’s King, Where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah! 69.