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JESUS, LORD of Life Eternal,
Taking those He loved the best,
Stood upon the Mount of Olives,
And His Own the last time blest:
Then, though He had never left it,
Sought again his FATHER’s breast.
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Knit is now our flesh to Godhead,
Knit in everlasting bands:
Call the world to highest festal:
Floods and oceans, clap your hands:
Angels, raise the song of triumph!
Make response, ye distant lands!21211st ed. line order:
Know, O world, this highest festal:Floods, ...Angels, ...
Make response, ...For our flesh is knit to Godhead,
Knit in, ...
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Loosing Death with all its terrors
Thou ascended’st up on high;
And to mortals, now Immortal,
Gavest immortality.
As Thine own Disciples saw Thee
Mounting victor to the sky!
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Monarch of monarchs, Sole of Sole, to Thee,
WORD, Glorious in Thy FATHER’s Majesty,
And sending Thy co-equal SPIRIT bright
To teach, to comfort, and to guide aright,
Thine own Apostles sang: All glory to Thy might!
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