Psal. VI.
RAise thy head, O my soul! and look up; and behold the glory of thy crucify'd Sa∣viour:
He that was dead and layd in the grave, * low enough to prove himself Man,
Is risen again and ascended into heaven, * high enough to prove himself God:
He is risen, and made the light his Garment; and commanded the Clouds to be the chariot of his triumph:
The gates of heaven obey'd their Lord; and the everlasting doors opened to the King of glory:
Enter bright King attended with thy beaute∣ous Angels; and the glad train of thy new de∣liver'd Captives:
Enter, and repossess thy antient Throne; and reign eternally at the right hand of thy Father: