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But lo! what sudden joys we see !
Jesus, the dead, revives again!

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The rising God forsakes the tomb!
The tomb in vain forbids his rise!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

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Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our Great Deliv❜rer reigns!
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, death, in chains :

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Say, Live for ever, wond'rous King!"
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask the monster-Where's thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

HYMN 105. C. M.

YONDER-amazing sight !—I see

Th' incarnate Son of God Expiring on the accursed tree, And welt'ring in his blood.

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Behold, a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head! The crimson tide puts out the sun ; His groans awake the dead.

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The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud!

And with the amaz'd centurion cry,
"This is the Son of God."

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So great, so vast a sacrifice

May well my hope revive :

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If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live.

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O, that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, Lord, to thee !
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be !

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YES, the Redeemer rose;

The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conqu❜ring head :
In wild dismay

The guards around
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.

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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.

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Then back to heav'n they fly,
The joyful news to bear :
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!

Their anthems say,
"Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead;
He rose to day."

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Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell :
Transported cry,

« Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead

No more to die.”

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All hail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'd us with thy blood;
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,

With thee we reign,.
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.

HYMN 107. L. M.

LET us our hearts and voices raise,
To sound the mighty Saviour's praise,
And sing, he dy'd and lives again
For us, the fallen sons of men.

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He bare our curse, our debt he paid, When all our woes on him were laid; Our midnight darkness chas'd away, And rais'd us to eternal day.

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'Tis finish'd, saith the dying God, For man, cry all his wounds and blood : Salvation finish'd was for us,

In Jesus, bleeding on the cross.

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He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, To put his testament in force ;

Wherein to man he did bequeath
The labours of his life and death.

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Quickly he breaks death's feeble chains, And to his throne ascends again;

There sits adorn'd with wounds and blood, And calls us wand'rers home to God.

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Let all the sons of Zion sing
Unwearied praise to Christ their King.
He is our Saviour, God, and we
Will sound his name eternally.

HYMN 108. C. M.

PART FIRST.

OUR glorious Lord is ris❜n indeed!
Death, conquer'd, lost its prize ;
The grave surrender'd him with speed,
When he essay'd to rise.

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Up rose the Saviour from the dead!
Down all opposers fell :
Satan, in chains of triumph, led;
Trampling on death and hell.

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To banish his disciples' fears,
He prov'd himself alive,

By all his wounds and bloody scars ;.
Then did their hearts revive.

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With them, will we our Lord adore ;
For them and us he dy'd:

He lives, he lives, and dies no more
Hence we are justify'd.

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Nor is our faith, nor preaching vain ;
Nor in our sins are we ;

Since Christ, our Head, is ris'n again ;
And, rising, set us free.

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Who shall condemn ? lo, Jesus dy'd,
Yea, rather, lives for us ;
He with himself hath crucify'd
Our sins upon the cross.

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Hail, risen Saviour! thee we hail,
Who, by Almighty pow'r,
Didst over death and hell prevail ;
We bless the glorious hour.

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High, on thy father David's throne,
Forever live and reign ;

Till, by thine own right hand alone,
Thine ev'ry foe be slain.

HYMN 109. C. M.

THE Sun of Righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more : Adore the scatt'rer of your fears, Your rising God adore!

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The saints, when he resign'd his breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes :

He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise!

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Alone the dreadful race he ran,
Alone the wine-press trod :
He dy'd and suffer'd as a man,
He rises as a God.

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