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Page 178 "Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven." II. Kings ii. 11. He leap'd the fatal ditch, where all Our death-devoted race must fall! Who once so fondly wish'd to die, He went, not downward, to the sky, And shew'd the way by heaven design'd To save our whole translated kind. "Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven." II. Kings ii. 11. See the true Elijah flies, Lord of those unfolding skies! Swifter than the whirlwind's wings, Flies the glorious King of kings, Girt with flames of living fire, Higher still he soars and higher, 'Till he gains his bright abode, Carries up our hearts to God! "My father, my father!" II. Kings ii. 12. Jesus, dear departing Lord, Hang we on thy latest word, Us who can thy word receive, Fatherless thou wilt not leave: Tho' we may a moment mourn, Yet we look for thy return, Now enjoy the earnest given, Then ascend with thee to heaven. "The chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof! And he saw him no more." II. Kings ii. 12. Lord of hosts, to thee we bow, Israel's car and horsemen thou! Shall we not thy loss deplore, Whom we see on earth no more? Ever mindful of thine own, Thou for us to heaven art gone, Gone but to prepare our place, Room for all the ransom'd race.