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56 O JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour !
Jesus, by his victorious pow'r,
Almighty to redeem and save.
Behold Him ris'n, his people's Head:
Like Him, shall burst the bands of death. 3 Why should his people fear the grave, ,
Since Jesus will their spirits save,
And build their scatter'd dust anew?
None have such reason to be glad :
57 THE Lord is ris'n indeed:
He lives, to die no more :
Whose curse and shame He bore.
Who fill'st the throne above;
We will declare Thy love.
theme can move,
With other tongues above.
58 THE happy morn is come :
Triumphant o'er the grave,
Omnipotent to save :
For Jesus liveth that was dead. 2 Who now accuses them
For whom their Surety died ?
Whom God hath justified ?
The glorious work is done;
By Him our victory won.
59 OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Captivity is captive led;
2 Triumphant o'er the powers below,
O'er sin, the source of all our woe ;
To realms of everlasting day.
The man for whom Christ's blood was spilt ?
4 When the last trump is heard on high,
And shouts of angels fill the sky,
Loud Hallelujahs to their King.
He lives, the Lord enthron'd on high ; He lives, triumphant o'er the grave;
He lives, eternally to save.
He lives, to wipe away their tears ;
He lives, to bring them safely there.
Dismiss your gloomy, groundless fears ;
God, the King of glory reigns:
Hail the happy, happy day;
Jesus reigns in heav'n and earth;
'Tis the time of love and peace.
He asserts his lawful claim :
62 GLORY, glory to our King;
Crowns unfading wreathe his head :
Jesus mighty now to save. 2 Jesus is gone up on high ;
Angels come to meet their King;
“ 'Tis the King of glory waits.”
Glory beaming from his face;
“Glory, glory to our King!”
Warm our hearts and tune our tongues ;
63 JEJUS is gone up on high,
But his promise still is here:
2 Let us now his promise plead ;
Let us to his throne draw nigh :
Jesus hears his people's cry.
Pledge and witness of Thy love;
Leading them to joys above.
Till Thy face unveil'd we see,
64 TH'atoning work is done!
The precious blood is shed !
His people's cause to plead.
his breast. 2 No temple made with hands
His place of service is ;
A heavenly priesthood his.
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 3 And though awhile He be Hid from the
eyes His people look to see
Their Great High Priest again : In brightest glory He will come, And take his waiting people home.