3 Savior! hasten thine appearing;
  Bring, oh, bring the glorious day
When, the awful summons hearing,
  Heaven and earth shall pass away;—­
Then, with golden harps, we’ll sing,—­
“Glory to our King!”

     Thomas Kelly, 1806.

152 Harwell. 8s & 7s.  D.

The Return to Heaven. (353)

Jesus comes, his conflict over,—­
  Comes to claim his great reward;
Angels round the Victor hover,
  Crowding to behold their Lord;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.

2 Yonder throne for him erected,
  Now becomes the Victor’s seat;
Lo, the man on earth rejected! 
  Angels worship at his feet: 
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.

3 Day and night they cry before him,—­
  “Holy, holy, holy, Lord!”
All the powers of heaven adore him,
  All obey his sovereign word;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.

     Thomas Kelly, 1804.

153 Harwell. 8s & 7s.  D.

We Live in Him. (333)

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.