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Hymn X.

1O Jesus, our King,
Thy Glory we sing,
Thy Rising declare,
And join the Pomp, and the Benefit share.

Thy Conquest we feel
O'er Death and o'er Hell,
Redeem'd from the Grave,
We are bold we proclaim Thee Almighty to save.

2We know that our Head
Is risen indeed,
Thy Record receive,
And rais'd by the Power of thy Spirit we live.

Thy Spirit attests
The Truth in our Breasts,
Thy Witness imparts
The First Resurrection of Faith to our Hearts.

3Thou hast conquer'd beneath
The Sharpness of Death,
Our Souls to retrieve,
And open the Kingdom to all that believe.

Believing on Thee,
We rise from the Tree,
And heavenward move,
And fly to thy Throne on the Wings of Thy love.

4Thy Love that o'ercame
Our Sorrow and Shame,
And ransom'd our Race,
And sent Thee to GOD to prepare us a Place;

Follow after, it cries,
To your Place in the Skies,
By Immanuel led,
Follow after, and suffer, and reign with your Head.