See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate! Hark! the choirs of angel voices Joyful hallelujahs sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King. 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory; He, who on the cross did suffer, He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes. 3 Thou hast raised our human nature, On the clouds to God's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own. Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. 154 Coronation. C.M. _Crown Him Lord of All._ (336) 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, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. Edward Perronet, _alt._ 1780. 155 Elizabethtown. C.M. _The Sympathy of Jesus._ (338) Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast. 2 Below he washed our guilt away, By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God. 3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o'ercame. 4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name; Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our mouths his praise proclaim. Anon. 1818. 156 Elizabethtown. C.M. _Perfect Through Suffering._ (337) The head, that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. 2 The highest place that heaven affords Is his--is his by right; "The King of kings, and Lord of lords," And heaven's eternal Light. 3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know. 4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name--an everlasting name; Their joy--the joy of heaven.