2 He lives, to bless me with his love; He lives, to plead for me above; He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, to bless in time of need; 3 He lives, to grant me rich supply; He lives, to guide me with his eye; He lives, to comfort me when faint; He lives, to hear my soul's complaint; 4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend; He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Savior still the same-- Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives. Samuel Medley, 1789. 150 Dort. 6s & 4s. _Glorious Conqueror._ (329) Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, Into thy native skies, Assume thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled; Pass thro' these gates of gold, And reign in light. 2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant strain; Praises all heav'n inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps 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 your portals throw! Savior, 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 Thine heritage. Matthew Bridges, 1848. 151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _Jesus Reigns._ (354) Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the God of love; See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone. 2 King of glory! reign forever-- Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. 3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away;-- Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,-- "Glory to our King!" Thomas Kelly, 1806. 152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _The Return to Heaven._ (353) Jesus comes, his conflict over,-- Comes to claim his great reward; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the man on earth rejected! Angels worship at his feet: Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. 3 Day and night they cry before him,-- "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King. Thomas Kelly, 1804. 153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D. _We Live in Him._ (333)