LXVIIIa | The Psalms of David#LXVIIIb | LXVIIIc |
1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high,
Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky;
Those heav'nly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy state.
2 Not Sinah's mountain could appear,
More glorious when the Lord was there;
While he pronounced his dreadful law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious pow'rs of hell,
That thousand souls had captive made,
Were all in chains like captives led.
4 Raised by his father to the throne,
He sent the promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.
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First Line: | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high |
Title: | Christ's Ascention, and the gift of the Spirit |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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