But lo! what sudden joys we see ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 6 Say, Live for ever, wond'rous King!" 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. 2 Behold, a purple torrent run Down from his hands and head! The crimson tide puts out the sun ; His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, And with the amaz'd centurion cry, 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice May well my hope revive : 100 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live. 5 O, that these cords of love divine, YES, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead; High rais'd his conqu❜ring head : The guards around 2 Lo! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, 3 Then back to heav'n they fly, Their anthems say, 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, The globe on which you dwell : « Jesus who bled No more to die.” 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, Who sav'd us with thy blood; With thee we reign,. HYMN 107. L. M. LET us our hearts and voices raise, 2 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. 3 '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. 4 He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, To put his testament in force ; Wherein to man he did bequeath 5 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. 6 Let all the sons of Zion sing HYMN 108. C. M. PART FIRST. OUR glorious Lord is ris❜n indeed! 2 Up rose the Saviour from the dead! 3 To banish his disciples' fears, By all his wounds and bloody scars ;. 4 With them, will we our Lord adore ; He lives, he lives, and dies no more 5 Nor is our faith, nor preaching vain ; Since Christ, our Head, is ris'n again ; Who shall condemn ? lo, Jesus dy'd, 7 Hail, risen Saviour! thee we hail, 8 High, on thy father David's throne, Till, by thine own right hand alone, 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! 2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, He breaks again the bands of death, 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, |