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l 10, 111. PRAISE for REDEMPTION.

110, “It is finished.” S's, 7's & 4's M,
1 HARK the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!

It is finished

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 It is finished,—O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord;
It is finished! -
Saints, the dying words record,

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme; All on earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name; Hallelujah! - Glory to the bleeding Lamb

111. Praise for Redemption. C. M.
Cambridge. Watts.
1 CoME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one.

* 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus !
Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;

THE RESURRECTIon. 112, 113.

And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, forever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

112. The Resurrection, 11’s M. Hinton. 1 Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted


And came to the grave by the dawning of day.

“But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll 2"

They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole.

2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone:— Oh hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morn. Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high; Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die.

3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, And fill every bosom with piety's flame ; Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain, Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain.

113. The Resurrection. 7’s M. Southampton. Scott. 1 ANGELs, roll the rock away, Death, give up thy mighty prey; See, he rises from the tomb Shining in immortal bloom.


2 T is the Saviour! angels, raise
Your triumphant song of praise;
Let the heaven's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now, to glory see him rise!
Mark his progress through the sky
To the radiant world on high.

4 Heaven unfolds her crystal gate;
Enter in thy royal state;
King of Glory, mount thy throne,
'T is thy Father's, and thine own.

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Strike with awe your golden lyres;–
Shout, O earth, in rapt’rous song,
Let the strains be loud and long.

114. The Resurrection. S. M. Troas. Kelly. 1 THE Lord is risen indeed! And are the tidings true? Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed, And saw him living too.

2 The Lord is risen indeed!
Then death has lost his prey;

With him shall rise the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.

3 The Lord is risen indeed!
Attending angels, hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

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4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;

Join all the bright celestial choirs
To sing our risen Lord.

115. Jesus Dying and Rising. L. M. Wells for 1 & 2, Uxbridge for 3 & 4. Watts. 1 He dies' the Friend of sinners dies' Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils 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 Lord forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.

116. Gratitude to Jesus. 8's & 7's M. Greenville. 1 JESUs, Lord of life and glory, Friend of children, hear our lays; Humbly would our souls adore thee, Sing thy name in hymns of praise.

2 We are debtors to thy kindness,
Lord of grace, and boundless love;


Thousands wander on in blindness,
Strangers to the light above.

3 But 'tis ours to read the pages,
Where the rays of glory glow ;

And, through everlasting ages,

We aspire thy bliss to know.

4 Jesus, on thine arm relying,
We would tread this earthly vale;
Be our life, when we are dying ;-
Be our strength, when strength shall fail.

117. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. M. * Woodstock. Montgomery. 1 ON the first Christian Sabbath eve, When his disciples met, O'er his lost fellowship to grieve, Nor knew the scripture yet.

2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen,
The form in which he died;
Their Master's marred and wounded mien,
His hands, his feet, his side.

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know,
And hailed him, yet with fear;--
Jesus, again thy presence show;
Meet thy disciples here.

4 Be in our midst; let faith rejoice
Our risen Lord to view,
And make our spirits hear thy voice
Say, “Peace be unto you.”

5 And while with thee in social hours,
We commune through thy word,
May our hearts burn, and all our powers
Confess, “It is the Lord.”

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