Down from the glories of Heaven,
Down to the world of woe;
When there was no eye to pity,
Jesus said, “I will go.”

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Go, go, go, go,
Leave what He asks you to leave;
Pray for your part in the harvest,
Give what He asks you to give.

Out in the dark they are dying,
For them His life He gave;
Go, tell the lost of salvation,
Give them a chance to live.

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“Uttermost part” is His order,
Dare any answer no?
What will you do when you meet Him,
If you refuse to go?

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I’ll be a voice for the Master,
Speaking for Jesus today;
Guiding the souls He is seeking,
Into the beautiful way.

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I’ll be a voice! I’ll be a voice!
Teaching the truth and the way;
I’ll be a voice! I’ll be a voice!
Speaking for Jesus today.

I’ll be a voice to the wand’rer,
Though far away he may roam;
Telling love’s welcome is waiting,
Guiding the prodigal home.

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I’ll be a voice for the Master,
Unto the sad and oppressed;
Guiding the feet of the weary
Unto His haven of rest.

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“Ye shall be My witnesses,” was Jesus’ last command,
To every kindred tongue and tribe, in every clime and land;
Go, tell them of our Christ and say His kingdom is at hand,

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Who will go and witness for Jesus?
Tell it out, tell it out, the blessèd Gospel sound,
Tell it out, tell it out, the news the world around,
Till the Name of Jesus has been heard wherever man is found,
Who will go and witness for Jesus?

Jesus has commissioned you and me to go or send,
A messenger in His dear Name, His glorious cross defend;
And He has promised to be with us, even to the end,

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God has said be of good courage, neither be afraid,
Though mountains seem to hedge the way, He says be undismayed;
For Jesus is our Captain and will always be our aid,

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Hear the suff’ring millions crying for the living Bread,
When Christ was here His words were, “Let the multitudes be fed.”
Then haste wherever man is found, for all His blood was shed,

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He is gone—a cloud of light
Has received Him from our sight;
High in Heav’n, where eye of men
Follows not, nor angels’ ken;
Through the veils of time and space,
Passed into the holiest place;
All the toil, the sorrow done,
All the battle fought and won.

He is gone—and we remain
In this world of sin and pain:
In the void which He has left
On this earth, of Him bereft.
We have still His work to do,
We can still His path pursue;
Seek Him both in friend and foe,
In ourselves His image show.

He is gone—we heard Him say,
“Good that I should go away,”
Gone is that dear form and face,
But not gone His present grace;
Though Himself no more we see,
Comfortless we cannot be:
No, His Spirit still is ours,
Quickening, freshening all ours powers.

He is gone—towards their goal
World and church must onward roll;
Far behind we leave the past;
Forward are our glances cast:
Still His words before us range
Through the ages as they change:
Wheresoe’er the truth shall lead,
He will give whate’er we need.

He is gone—but we once more
Shall behold Him as before;
In the heaven of heavens the same,
As on earth He went and came;
In the many mansions there,
Place for us He will prepare;
In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we shall yet be one.

He is gone—but not in vain,
Wait until He comes again:
He is risen, He is not here,
Far above this earthly sphere;
Evermore in heart and mind
There our peace in Him we find:
To our own eternal Friend,
Thitherward let us ascend.

From Olive’s Hill, the multitude upgazing,
Beheld, until the Savior passed from view;
But radiant heralds uttered words of promise,
He Who has gone shall come again to you.

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Again, again, the nations shall behold Him!
Again, again, enrobed in majesty;
In clouds of glory every eye shall see Him,
Again, again, the King of Glory see!

Again, but not in weakness or in sorrow;
Again, but not for bitter pain and loss;
The Son of God shall come in glory splendid,
Again, but not to bear shame’s bitter cross.

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O Zion, clothe thyself in raiment holy;
Lift up thine eyes to greet thy coming King;
Rejoice, rejoice, no more be robed in sorrow,
Rejoice, O Zion, lift thy voice and sing.

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There’s a blessèd hope that thrills my heart to know
That the Christ Who came to earth so long ago,
Bearing all our sins because He loved us so,
Promised He’d come back again some day.

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Coming, oh, yes, He’s coming,
The very same as when He went away,
Coming, my Lord is coming,
Oh praise His blessèd Name,
He’s coming back some day.

He Who on the cross for me was crucified,
He Who for my sin and shame in anguish died,
He Whose resurrection fully justified,
Promised He’d come back again some day.

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When He comes again ’twill be as King of kings,
Perfect peace and joy to all the earth He’ll bring,
Then throughout eternity, His praise we’ll sing,
When, in glory, He returns some day.

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Lift up your heads, pilgrims aweary,
See day’s approach now crimson the sky;
Night shadows flee, and your Belovèd,
Awaited with longing, at last draweth nigh.

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He is coming again, He is coming again,
The very same Jesus, rejected of men;
He is coming again, He is coming again,
With power and great glory, He is coming again!

Dark was the night, sin warred against us;
Heavy the load of sorrow we bore;
But now we see signs of His coming;
Our hearts glow within us, joy’s cup runneth o’er!

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O blessèd hope! O blissful promise!
Filling our hearts with rapture divine;
O day of days! Hail Thy appearing!
Thy transcendent glory forever shall shine.

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Even so, come, precious Lord Jesus;
Creation waits redemption to see;
Caught up in clouds, soon we shall meet Thee;
O blessèd assurance, forever with Thee!

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A hymn of glory let us sing
New songs throughout the world shall ring
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Christ, by a road before untrod
Ascendeth to the throne of God.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

The holy apostolic band
Upon the Mount of Olives stand
Alleluia, Alleluia.
And with His followers they see
Jesus’ resplendent majesty
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

To Whom the angels drawing nigh,
“Why stand and gaze upon the sky?”
Alleluia, Alleluia.
“This is the Savior,” thus they say.
“This is His noble triumph day.”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

“Again ye shall behold Him so,
As ye have today seen Him go.”
Alleluia, Alleluia.
“In glorious pomp ascending high
Up to the portals of the sky.”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

O grant us thitherward to tend
And with unwearied hearts ascend,
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Unto Thy kingdom’s throne, where Thou
As is our faith, art seated now,
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Be Thou our Joy and strong Defense,
Who art our future Recompense,
Alleluia, Alleluia.
So shall the light that springs from Thee
Be ours through all eternity,
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

O risen Christ, ascended Lord,
All praise to Thee let earth accord,
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Who art, while endless ages run,
With Father and with Spirit One,
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; yet we raise
Joyous strains of hope and praise!
He is gone, but not before
All His earthly work is o’er.
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; stand afar;
Mark His bright triumphal car,
Mighty end of mighty deeds,
Clouds His chariot, winds His steeds!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; ere He left,
Jordan’s stream in twain was cleft;
With that glorious act in view,
We shall one day cleave it, too!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; wondrous love
Bids Him seek His Home above;
He hath said ’tis better so;
See His mantle dropped below!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; lo! we trace
Plenteous portions of His grace,
Sent to all whose hearts can soar
Whither He has gone before.
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Master from your head today?
Yea, we know it; search would fail,
If ye passed through mount and vale;
Earth contains Him not, though wide;
Seek Him at His Father’s side!
Alleluia!

Jesus, my all, to Heaven is gone,
He Whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way, till Him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King’s highway of holiness,
I’ll go, for all His paths are peace.

This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.
The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Savior say,
“Come hither, soul, I am the Way.”

Lo! Glad I come; and Thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Savior I have found;
I’ll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, “Behold the way to God.”

No stranger may proceed therein,
No lover of the world and sin;
No lion, no devouring care,
No ravenous tiger shall be there.

No nothing may go up thereon
But traveling souls, and I am one:
Wayfaring men to Canaan bound,
Shall only in the Way be found.

Nor fools, by carnal men esteemed,
Shall err therein; but they redeemed
In Jesus’ blood, shall show their right
To travel there, till Heaven’s in sight.

O Christ, our Joy, gone up on high
To fill Thy throne above the sky,
How glorious dost Thou shine!
Thy sovereign rule the worlds obey,
And earthly joys all fade away
In that pure light of Thine.

To Thee in prayer Thy people bow;
O may our sins Thy pardon know,
The cleansing of Thy grace;
Then lift our hearts to Thee above,
On wings of faithfulness and love,
To seek Thy holy place.

So, when the sudden call shall sound,
And with Thy robe of clouds around
Thou, Christ, shalt come once more,
Thyself our Judge may’st turn away
The penalty our sins should pay
And our lost crowns restore.

Ascended up from mortal sight,
Jesu, we praise Thee in the height,
Our Joy, our great Reward;
Whom with the Father we confess
And with the Holy Spirit bless,
One ever glorious Lord.

Our Savior will come once more upon this earth,
Exalted on high and not of lowly birth;
He’ll gather with Him all those who love His Name,
He’s coming, yes, coming again.

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He’s coming, I have so often heard,
He’s coming, ’tis written in His Word;
He’s coming, we’ll sing the glad refrain,
He’s coming, yes, coming again.

He’s coming again with angels shining bright,
In glory so fair from out the land of light;
Triumphant in pow’r, to earth He will descend,
He’s coming, yes, coming again.

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He’s coming again to judge the quick and dead,
The wicked shall flee before His face in dread;
The righteous will shout and praise His holy Name,
He’s coming, yes, coming again.

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He’s coming again, we do not know the hour;
He told us to watch and pray to Him for pow’r;
That, come when He may, He’ll find us ready then,
And waiting His coming again.

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The Savior Who loves me and suffered the loss
Of heavenly glory to die on the cross,
The Babe of the manger, though born without stain,
This Jesus is coming, is coming again!

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Jesus is coming, is coming, is coming!
Jesus is coming again!
My heart is so happy, my soul is so glad,
For Jesus is coming again!

The angels, rejoicing and singing His praise
To Bethlehem shepherds of earlier days,
Will come in the glory, attending His train,
When Jesus, my Savior, is coming again!

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The saints will be with Him, O heavenly bliss!
How tearful the parting from faces we miss!
But clouds are descending, and we who remain
Are caught up to meet them with Jesus again!

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O hearts that are weary, and sinful, and sad,
We carry the tidings that make us so glad;
We publish the Savior o’er mountain and plain;
The Lord who redeemed us is coming again!

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Sing we triumphant hymns of praise,
New hymns to Heaven exulting raise:
Christ, by a road before untrod,
Ascendeth to the throne of God.

The holy apostolic band
Upon the Mount of Olives stand,
And with the virgin mother see
Jesu’s resplendent majesty.

To whom the angels, drawing nigh,
“Why stand and gaze upon the sky?
This is the Savior!” thus they say,
“This is His noble triumph day!”

“Again ye shall behold Him, so
As ye today have seen Him go;
In glorious pomp ascending high,
Up to the portals of the sky.”

O grant us thitherward to tend,
And with unwearied hearts ascend
Toward Thy kingdom’s throne, where Thou
As is our faith, art seated now.

Be Thou our joy and strong defense,
Who art our future recompense:
So shall the light that springs from Thee
Be ours through all eternity.

O risen Christ, ascended Lord,
All praise to Thee let earth accord,
Who art, while endless ages run,
With Father and with Spirit One.

Why stand ye idly gazing t’ward Heaven’s blessèd height?
This same Jesus is coming back again;
The shining angels told it, arrayed in spotless white;
This same Jesus is coming back again.

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This same Jesus, this same Jesus;
Oh, tell the joyful tidings to all the sons of men!
Oh, let us work and pray, rejoicing every day;
This same Jesus is coming back again.

Receiving His good Spirit, we’ll know His presence near;
This same Jesus is coming back again;
He fills us with His blessing, He gives us love and cheer;
This same Jesus is coming back again.

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Our lowly talents doubling, more faithful may we be;
This same Jesus is coming back again;
And spread abroad His Gospel with happy hearts and free;
This same Jesus is coming back again.

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In every time of trial we’ll trust His changeless love;
This same Jesus is coming back again;
The mighty King of Glory still reigns for us above;
This same Jesus is coming back again.

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Thou art gone up on high, to mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly the songs of praise arise;
But we are lingering here, with sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, and lead us to Thy rest.

Thou art gone up on high; but Thou didst first come down,
Through earth’s most bitter misery to pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears our onward course must be;
But only let this path of tears lead us at last to Thee.

Thou art gone up on high; but Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky attendant in Thy train.
Lord, by Thy saving power so make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour at Thy right hand on high.