1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Thy precious time mispent-redeem;
Each present day, thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
3 In conversation be sincere,
Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear:
Think how th' all-seeing God, thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
4 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
5 Lord, I my vows to thee renew,
Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill,
6 Direct, controul, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die that so I may
With joy behold the judgment-day.
4 Lord, let my soul for ever share
The bliss of thy paternal care;
"Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above,
To see thy face, and sing thy love.
4 For death is life, and labour rest-
If with thy gracious presence blest;
Then welcome sleep, or death, to me,
I'm still secure, for. still with thee.
6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The Death of Christ; or, "It is finished." John xix. 30.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 It is finished! O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford !
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord!
It is finished!
Saints, the dying word record!
Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law !
Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
It is finish'd!
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Emmanuel's name:
Hallelujah;
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
The Resurrection of Christ.
HRIST the Lord is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say,
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, aud earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious king,
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
Once he dy'd our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, boasting grave?”
5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the resurrection-thou,
HYMN DCCCX.
The Resurrection and Ascension.
1 ANGELS roll the rock away,
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 "Tis the Saviour, angels raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Heaven unfolds her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres:
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.
Jesus seen of Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16.
1 BEYOND the glittering starry globes
Far as th' eternal hills,
There in the boundless worlds of light,
Our great Redeemer dwells.
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