Psalm 24

The earth, with all her fulness, owns
Jehovah for her sovereign Lord;
The countless myriads of her sons
Rose into being at His word.

His word did out of nothing call
The world, and founded all that is,
Launch'd on the floods this solid ball.
And fix'd it in the lloating seas.

But who shall quit this low abode?
Who shall ascend the heavenly place.
And stand upon the mount of God,
And see his Maker face to face?

The man whose hands and heart are clean
That blessed portion shall receive;
Who here by grace is saved from sin,
Hereafter shall in glory live.

He shall obtain the starry crown,
And, number'd with the saints above,
The God of his salvation own.
The God of his salvation love.

This is the chosen royal race,
That seek their Saviour-God to see:
To see in holiness Thy face,
O Jesus, and be join'd to Thee.

Thou the true wresthng Jacob art,
Whose prayers, and tears, and blood inclined
Thy Father's majesty to' impart
His name. His love, to all mankind.

Our Lord is risen from the dead.
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

There His triumphal chariot waits.
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

"Loose all your bars of massy light.
And wide unfold the' ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as His right;
Receive the King of glory in."

""Who is this King of glory, who?"
"The Lord that all His foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew:
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name."

Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chanf the solemn lay: —
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

"Who is this King of glory, who?"
"The Lord of glorious power possess'd,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever bless'd."