By Thine hour of whelming fear,
By Thine agony of prayer,

By the purple robe of scorn,
Rudely offered, meekly worn,
By Thy cross, Thy pangs and cries,
By Thy perfect sacrifice,-
JESUS, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sealed sepulchral stone,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save,—
Mighty God, ascended Lord,

To Thy throne in heaven restored,
PRINCE and SAVIOUR hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.

Easter.

53.

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Hallelujah ;
Our triumphant holy day, Hallelujah :
Who did once upon the Cross, Hallelujah,
Suffer to redeem our loss, Hallelujah.

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah, Unto CHRIST Our Heav'nly King, Hallelujah ; Who endur'd the Cross and grave, Hallelujah, Sinners to redeem and save, Hallelujah.

But the pains which He endur'd, Hallelujah, Our salvation have procur'd, Hallelujah ; Now above the sky He's King, Hallelujah, Where the angels ever sing, Hallelujah.

54.

HEAVENLY choirs with anthems sweet
Haste the risen LORD to greet;
He hath vanquished death and hell;
Join with us His praise to tell.
Vain the seals, the soldiers vain,
Life laid down He takes again;
Offspring of a Virgin's womb,
All in vain the guarded tomb.
Crowds insulting cried, "Descend,
And to Thee the knee we'll bend;"
But He died, His FATHER's will
Firm resolving to fulfil.

Thus our triumph He achieves-
Dying, and behold He lives-
Rising from His dark abode,
Hail Him CHRIST, the SON of GOD.
Grant us LORD, with Thee to die-
Earth's temptations to deny ;
Grant us, LORD, with Thee to rise
To our mansion in the skies.

Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
FATHER, unto Thee we raise :
Risen LORD, all praise to Thee,
Now, and through eternity.

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55.

CHILDREN of men, rejoice and sing!
The King of Heaven, the glorious King,
O'er death to-day rose triumphing!

Chorus. Alleluia !

Alleluia!

'Twas dawn, and scarce the Sabbath o'er, When to the tomb and rock-hewn door The sad disciples came once more.

Chorus. Alleluia !

Alleluia !

For Magdalene with loving care,
And Mary and Salome there,
To anoint the Holy Corpse prepare.

Chorus. Alleluia !

Alleluia!

An angel robed in white they see, Who sate, and spake unto the three, "The LORD He is in Galilee."

Alleluia!

Chorus. Alleluia !

Now towards the grave is Peter gone,
More quickly ran the Apostle John,
First to the tomb he hasted on,

Chorus. Alleluia !

Alleluia!

That night the brethren met in fear,
But CHRIST doth in the midst appear,-

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My peace," He said, " be on all here." Alleluia!

Chorus. Alleluia!

When Thomas CHRIST indeed descried,
His hands, His feet, His wounded side.
"Thou art my LORD and GOD," he cried.
Alleluia!

Chorus. Alleluia !

Blest they whose eyes do not perceive,
Yet in Him stedfastly believe,

Immortal life they shall achieve,

Alleluia!

Chorus. Alleluia !