2 Victor o’er death and hell! Cherubic legions swell The radiant train; Praises all heaven inspire, Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire, Thou Lamb once slain! 3 Enter, incarnate God! No feet but thine have trod The serpent down: Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider yon portals throw! Saviour, triumphant, go And take thy crown! 4 Lion of Judah—hail! And let thy name prevail From age to age: Lord of the rolling years— Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. 202 7s, 6s & 7s. Psalm 45. Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian; Lo! we lift our longing eyes! Break, ye intervening skies! Sons of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of paradise. 2 Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him; Myriads, with supreme delight, Instantly adore him Angelic trumps resound his fame; Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name; Heaven resounding with the theme. 3 Hark! the thrilling symphonies Seem, methinks, to seize us; Join we too the holy lays— Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Sweetest sound in seraph’s song, Sweetest note on mortal tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung— Jesus, Jesus, flow along. THE CORONATION. 203 C. M. All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod, And crown him Lord of all. 3 You chosen seed of Israel’s race, A remnant weak and small, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 You gentle sinners, ne’er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love, Who feel your sin and thrall, Now join with all the hosts above, And crown him Lord of all. 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 7 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We’ll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 204 C. M. Sit thou at my right hand. Psalm 110:1. Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne, And near thy Father sit: In Zion shall thy power be known, And make thy foes submit. 2 What wonders shall thy gospel do! Thy converts shall surpass The numerous drops of morning dew, And own thy saving grace.