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3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs !

Strike them to Immanuel's name !
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim;

“ It is finishid!”
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

· EASTER. 5.3 “ CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"

U Sons of men, and angels say ;
Raise your joys and triumphs high ;

Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
2 Vain the stone, the Watch, the seal ;

Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise ;

Christ hath opened Paradise.
3 Lives again our glorious King !

Where, o Death, is now thy sting ?
Once He died our souls to save;

Where's thy victory, O Grave ?
4 Soar we now where Christ has led,

Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise,

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 5 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!

Praise to Thee by both be given :
Thee we greet triumphant now;
Hail ! the Resurrection Thou !

54 JESUS Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah.

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,
Who endured the cross and grave,

Sinners to redeem and save.
3 But the pain which He endured

Our salvation bath procur'd;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing.

55 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapt

The Heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb!
3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain,

To bind our Lord in death;
He shook their kingdom, when He fell,

By his expiring breath."
4 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud Hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.

Him rising his peoplield their

56 0 JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour !

Jesus, by his victorious pow'r,
Revives, and quits the silent grave,

Almighty to redeem and save.
2 Behold Him rising from the dead :

Behold Him ris'n, his people's Head:
They too, like Him, shall yield their breath;

Like Him, shall burst the bands of death. 3 Why should his people fear the grave,

Since Jesus will their spirits save,
And raise their slumb'ring bodies too,

And build their scatter'd dust anew ?
4 Why should his people now be sad ?
None have such reason to be glad :
Ye ransom'd, let your praise resound,
And in your Master's work abound.

57 THE Lord is ris'n indeed :

He lives, to die no more:
He lives, the sinner's cause to plead,

Whose curse and shame He bore.
2 Hail! mighty Saviour, hail !

Who fill'st the throne above;
Till heart and flesh together fail,

We will declare Thy love.
3 And when these tongues no more

On any theme can move,
We hope to sing Thy love and pow'r

With other tongues above.

58 THE happy morn is come :

+ Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,

Omnipotent to save :
Captivity is captive led ;

For Jesus liveth that was dead. 2 Who now accuses them

For whom their Surety died ?
Who now shall those condemn

Whom God hath justified ?
Captivity, &c.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid;

The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;

By Him our victory won.
Captivity, &c.

59 OUR Lord is risen from the dead,

Captivity is captive led;
For us the victory is gain'd,

For us eternal life obtain'd.
2 Triumphant o'er the powers below,

O'er sin, the source of all our woe;
Through death's dark vale Hesmoothes our way

To realms of everlasting day.
3 Who shall presume to charge with guilt

The man for whom Christ's blood was spilt?
For man He came from heav'n to die,
And him He rose to justify.

4 When the last trump is heard on high,

And shouts of angels fill the sky,
The dead in Christ shall rise and sing
Loud Hallelujahs to their King.

THE Saviour lives, no more to die;

He lives, the Lord enthron'd on high ;
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave;

He lives, eternally to save.
2 He lives, to still his people's fears ;

He lives, to wipe away their tears;
He lives, their mansions to prepare ;

He lives, to bring them safely there.. 3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears,

Dismiss your gloomy, groundless fears ;
And let your hearts with this revive,
That Jesus Christ is yet alive.

ASCENSION.
61 HARK, the loud triumphant strains :

11 God, the King of glory reigns:
All the kingdoms own his sway:

Hail the happy, happy day;
2 Hark, the sound of sacred mirth,

Jesus reigns in heav'n and earth;
War, and strife, and tumult cease :

'Tis the time of love and peace.
3 Zion's King makes known his name ;

He asserts his lawful claim :
His the kingdom, his the pow'r,
His the glory, evermore.

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