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 finish'd! O, what pleasure Do these charming words afford! Heav'nly blessings without measure Flow to us through Christ the Lord: "It is finish'd!" Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd all the types and shadows Finish'd all that God had promis'd; Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs, Glory to the bleeding Lamb. RESURRECTION. 45 7's. The Resurrection of Christ. ANON. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day ! Sons of men and angels say! Raise your joys and triumph high! 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 4 Lives again our glorious King! 5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! 46 Lo 7's. The same. SCOTT. O! the rock is roll'd away; Jesus, rising from the tomb, 2 Mortals! shout in rapturous song 3 Praise him, ye celestial choirs! 4 Every note with rapture swell, 5 Let Immanuel be ador'd, 47 S. M. The Lord risen indeed. KELL 1 1 "THE Lord is risʼn indeed," And are the tidings true? Yes, they beheld the Saviour bleed 2 "The Lord is ris'n indeed," 3 "The Lord is ris❜n indeed," 4 "The Lord is ris'n indeed," 5 "The Lord is ris'n indeed," This yields my soul a plea: 6 "The Lord is ris'n indeed," Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heav'n with speed, 7 Then take your golden lyres, 1 UR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led,— Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits; And angels chant the solemn lay :‘Lift up your heads, ye heavn❜ly gates ! Ye everlasting doors give way.' 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radient scene; He claims those mansions as his right Receive the King of Glory in. |