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110, 111. PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION.
" It is finished." 8's, 7's & 4's M,
Sounds aloud from Calvary ;
It is finished !
Do these precious words afford !
It is finished!
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
111. Praise for Redemption. C. M. Cambridge.
Watts. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
But all their joys are one.
To be exalted thus !
For he was slain for us.
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, forever thine.
And air, and earth, and seas,
And speak thine endless praise.
The Resurrection. 11's M.
Hinton). 1 SWEET spices they brought on their star-lighted
way, And came to the grave by the dawning of day. “ But who will the stone from the sepulchre
roll?" They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes
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 Aame ;
tain, Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain.
The Resurrection. Y's M. Southampton.
Death, give up thy mighty prey ;
2 'T is the Saviour! angels, raise
Your triumphant song of praise ;
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Now, to glory see him rise!
To the radiant world on high.
Enter in thy royal state ;
'Tis thy Father's, and thine own.
Strike with awe your golden lyres ;-
The Resurrection. S. M. Troas,
And are the tidings true?
And saw him living too.
Then death has lost his prey ;
To reign in endless day.
Attending angels, hear;
The joyful tidings bear.
JESUS DYING AND RISING.
4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord ;
To sing our risen Lord.
115. Jesus Dying and Rising. L. M.
Wells for 1 & 2, Uxbridge for 3 & 4. Watts.
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
The Lord of glory dies for men;
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
The tomb in vain forbids his rise ;
4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns ;
116. Gratitude to Jesus. 8's &7's M.
Friend of children, hear our lays;
Sing thy name in hymns of praise.
Lord of grace, and boundless love;
Thousands wander on in blindness,
Strangers to the light above.
Where the rays of glory glow;
We aspire thy bliss to know.
We would tread this earthly vale;
Be our strength, when strength shall fail.
117. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. M. Woodstock.
When his disciples met,
Nor knew the scripture yet
The form in which he died;
His hands, his feet, his side.
And hailed him, yet with fear;-
Meet thy disciples here.
Our risen Lord to view,
Say, “Peace be unto you."
We commune through thy word,
Confess, “It is the Lord.”