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4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Hold thee as a mortal:
Thou didst stand, bestowing
Passeth human knowing. Amen.
184.108.40.206 D. TE THE day of resurrection!
Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness,
The Passover of God.
From earth unto the sky,
With hymns of victory, 2 Our hearts be
from evil, That we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal
May hear so calm and plain
May raise the victor strain.
Let earth her song begin,
And all that is therein;
Their notes together blend,
Our joy that hath no end. St. John of Damascus, d. 749; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1863
Four 7's, with alleluia ESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day, Who did once upon the cross Suffer to redeem our loss.
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
3 But the pains which he endured,
Our salvation have procured;
4 Sing we to our God above
Praise eternal as his love;
St. 4, Charles Wesley
220.127.116.11 TH THE strife is o’er, the battle done,
The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun.
2 The powers of death have done their worst,
But Christ their legions hath dispersed: Let shout of holy joy outburst.
3 The three sad days are quickly sped
He rises glorious from the dead:
4 He closed the yawning gates of hell,
The bars from heaven's high portals fell; Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell!
5 Lord! by the stripes which wounded thee, From death's dread sting thy servants
free, That we may live and sing to thee.
Alleluia! Amen. Latin; Tr. Francis Pott, 1861, alt.
18.104.22.168.8.6 HOME, see the place where Jesus lay,
And hear angelic watchers say, “He lives, who once was slain: Why seek the living midst the dead? Remember how the Saviour said
That he would rise again.”
2 0 joyful sound! O glorious hour,
He rose and left the grave!
And ever lives to save.
3 The First-begotten of the dead, For us he rose, our glorious Head,
Immortal life to bring; What though the saints like him shall die, They share their Leader's victory,
And triumph with their King.
4 No more they tremble at the grave,
And raise their slumbering dust:
Thomas Kelly, 1804. alt.
Four 7's HRIST the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the victory won,
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Charles Wesley, 1739, alt.
22.214.171.124. with alleluia
Can no longer, death, appall us;
2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
Alleluia! 3 Jesus lives! for us he died;
Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving.
4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well
Naught from us his love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from his keeping ever.
5 Jesus lives! to him the throne
Over all the world is given:
126.96.36.199.8.7 NGELS, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up the mighty Prey! See, the Saviour quits the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.
Your eternal song of praise;