Classic Poem

XXXI.

His kindest words their doubts remove,
Confirm their wavering faith;
He bids them teach the world his love,
Salvation by his death.

XXXII.

Triumphant he ascends on high,
The glorious work compleat;
Sin, death, and hell, low vanquish'd lie
Beneath his awful feet.

XXXIII.

There with eternal glory crown'd,
The Lord, the conqueror reigns;
His praise the heavenly choirs resound,
In their immortal strains.

XXXIV.

Amid the splendours of his throne,
Unchanging love appears;
The names he purchas'd for his own,
Still on his heart he bears.

XXXV.

Still with prevailing power he pleads
Their cause for whom he died;
His Spirit's sacred influence sheds,
Their comforter and guide.

XXXVI.

For them, reserves a radiant crown,
Bought with his dying blood;
And worlds of light, and joys unknown,
For ever near their God.

XXXVII.

O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine:
I cannot wish for more.

XXXVIII.

I yield to thy dear conquering arms
I yield my captive soul:
O let thy all-subduing charms
My inmost powers controul!

XXXIX.

On thee alone my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.