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"Follow his steps." 1 Pet. 2: 21.

O to dark Gethsemane,

G Ye that feel the tempter's power!

Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh, the wormwood and the gall!

Oh, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete : "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

MONTGOMERY.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid his breathless clay :
All is solitude and gloom ;—
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen! he meets our eyes:
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

HASTINGS. C. L. M.

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T. HASTINGS.

Luke 24: 1-9.

OW calm and beautiful the morn

HASTINGS.

H gilds the sacred tomb,

Where once the Crucified was borne,
And veiled in midnight gloom!
Oh, weep no more the Saviour slain,
The Lord is risen-he lives again!

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear
For your departed Lord,
"Behold the place, he is not here!"
The tomb is all unbarred;

The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen-he lives again.

3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer,
Your early footsteps bend;
The Saviour will himself be there,
Your Advocate and Friend;

Oh, weep no more your comforts slain,
The Lord is risen-he lives again!

STOW. H. M.

187.

English Melody, arr. by L. MASON.

Luke 24: 34.

ES, the Redeemer rose;
left
And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head:
In wild dismay, the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come, and wing their way
From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear;
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say: "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead, he rose to-day."

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound
Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round

DODDRIDGE.

The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry: "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead, no more to die."

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"Who is this King of glory." Ps. 24. UR Lord is risen from the dead, gone up on

The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene:
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.

C. WESLEY.

3 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ;
Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew ;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

4 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!'

5 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord, of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels, too,
God over all, forever blest!

"I am the way."

All, to heaven is gone

He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'l pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

CENNICK

2 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo, glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Wilt take me, guilty as I am:
Nothing but sin I thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
4 Now will I tell to sinners round
How dear a Saviour I have found:
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."

FEDERAL STREET. L. M.

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H. K. OLIVER.

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"He is risen."

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the Friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around:
A solemn darkness vails the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But, lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
3 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

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WATTS.

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