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146., (158.) C. M. The resurrection of Christ a source of Con

solation. 1 YE humble souls,

that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away; And boy with pleasure down to see

The place where Jesus lay.
2 This low the Lord of life was brought!

Such wonders love can do!
Thus cold in death that bosom Jay,

Which throbb’d and bled for you! 3 A moment give a loose to grief;

Let grateful sorrows rise;
And wash the bloody stains away

With torrents from your eyes.
4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,

The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death

The Conqu’ror could detain.
5 High o’er th'angelic bands he rears

His once dishonour'd head;
And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns,

Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like his, shall ev'ry saint

His empty tomb survey;
And rise with his ascending Lord

Thro' all his shining way. 147.

(159.) P. M.

The same. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

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

Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done;

Fought the fight, the battle won.
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal!

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

Christ has open'd Paradise.
À Lires again our glorious King

Where, o death, is now thy sting?
Dying once, he all doth save:

Where thy victory, O grave? 148.

(161.). S. M.

Resiirrection of Christ.
SEE what a living stone

The builders did refuse!
Yet God hath built his church thereon,

In spite of envious Jews.
2 The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes:
This day declares it all divine,

This day did Jesus rise.
3 Since he hath left the grave,

His promises are true;
And each exalted hope he gave,

Confirm'd of heav'n we view.
Hosanna to the King

Of David's royal blood!
Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring

Salvation from your God. 5 O come the happy hour,

When all the world shall own
Thy Son, O God, declar'd with pow'r,

And worship at thy throne!. 6 We bless thy holy word,

Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord!

Our sacrifiee of praise. 149.

(162.) P. M.

The same.
YES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead,

And o'er our hellish foes
High rais'd his conq’ring head.

In wild dismay,
The guards around
Fall to the ground,

And sink away. % 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.
Then back to heav'n they fly,

T'he joyful news to bear.
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!

Their anthems say:
“ Jesus, who blcd,
Hath left the dead;

He rose to-day."
4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwel,

With Christ we rise,
With Christ we reign,
And empires galn
Beyond the skies.

S. M. 150.. The Lord is risen indeed.” Luke xxiv. 84 "THE

Lord is risen indeed,"

And are the tidings true? Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed,

And saw him living too. ? “The Lord is risen indeed," Then Justice asks no more;

Mercy and Truth are now agreed,

Who stood oppos'd before. 3 « The Lord is risen indeed,”

Then is his work perform’d; The captive surely now is freed,

And death, our foe, disarm’d. 4. “ The Lord is risen indeed,"

Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,

The joyful tidings bear. 5 Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord, Join all the bright celestial choirs,

To sing our risen Lord. 151.


L. M.

The same. R! EJOICE, ye shining worlds on high;

Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be?

The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 2 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,

To make the Lord, the Saviour, way. Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

The Conq'ror comes, with God to dwell, 3 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,

He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.


152. (169.) P. M. JESUS, our triumphant Head,

Ris’n victorious from the dead, To the realms of glory's gone,

To ascend his rightful throne. 2 Cherubs on the Conqʻror gaze, Seraphs glow with brighter blaze;

Each bright order of the sky

Hails him, as he passes by.
3 Heav'n its King congratulates,

Opens wide her golden gates.
Angels songs of vict'ry bring;

All the blissful regions ring.
4 Sinners, join the heav'nly pow'rs;

For redemption all is ours.
Humble penitents shall prove

Blood-bought pardon, dying love.
s Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord!

Holy Lamb! incarnate word!
Hail, thou suff'ring Son of God!
Take the trophies of thy blood.


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153. (170.) C. M.
THE L of life, with glory crown’d,

On heav'n's exalted throne,
Forgets not those, for whom on earth

He heav'd his dying groan.
2 His greatness now no tongue of man

Or seraph bright can tell:
Yet still the chief of all his joys;

That souls are sav'd from hell.
s For this he taught, and toil'd, and bled;

For this his life was giv'n;
For this he fought, and vanquish'd death;

For this he reigns in heav'n.
$ Join, all ye saints beneath the sky,

Your grateful praise to give; Sing loud Hosannas to his name, With whom you too shall live.

L. M. 154. Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation

Rev. v. 12. 1 WHAT equal honours shall we bring

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,

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