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1 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed,

While at thy cross I kneel,
Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head,
And all thy sorrows feel.—CHO.

2 I know this cleansing blood of thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me:
For me, for all,-O grace divine!
Who look by faith on thee.-CHO.

3 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb, By love my soul is drawn ; Henceforth, forever, thine I am ;

Here life and peace are born.-CHO. 4 In patient hope the cross I'll bear, Thine arm shall be my stay;

And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, On thy great judgment-day.-CHO.

R. PALMER.

1 Welcome, thou Victor in the strife,
Welcome from out the cave!
To-day we triumph in thy life
Around thine empty grave.

2 Our enemy is put to shame,

His short-lived triumph o'er ;
Our God is with us, we exclaim,
We fear our foe no more.

3 Fearless we lay us in the tomb,
And sleep the night away,

If thou art there to break the gloom,
And call us back to day.

4 We trust in thee; O help us live
Henceforth to thee aright!
The blessings thou hast died to give
Be daily in our sight.

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B. SCHMOLKE.

1 In the cold prison of a tomb

The great Redeemer lay,

Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.

To hold our Lord, in vain;

The sleeping conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

3 To thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

And seek thy risen Lord, Joy in his resurrection take,

And comfort in his word.

3 And let thy life, through all its ways, One long thanksgiving be,

Its theme of joy, its song of praise-
Christ died, and rose for me.

J. S. B. MONSELL.

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1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive ledDragged to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right, Receive the King of glory in!

4 Who is the King of glory? who?

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C. WESLEY.

1 When I the holy grave survey,
Where once my Saviour deigned to lie,
I see fulfilled what prophets say,
And all the power of death defy.

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim How weak the bands of conquered death:

Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. 3 Jesus, once numbered with the dead,

Unseals his eyes to sleep no more; And ever lives their cause to plead, For whom the pains of death he bore.

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1 Mary to the Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume; : But the Lord she loved had gone. :||

2 For a while she lingering stood,

Filled with sorrow and surprise;
Trembling, while a crystal flood
: Issued from her weeping eyes. :||

3 But her sorrows quickly fled

When she heard his welcome voice; Christ had risen from the dead;

: Now he bids her heart rejoice. :||

4 What a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day!

Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, |: He will wipe your tears away. :|| 284

ANON.

1 Sing, O heavens! O earth! rejoice; Angel harp, and human voice! Round him, as he rises, raise

: Your ascending Saviour's praise. :|| 2 Bruised is the serpent's head: Hell is vanquished, death is dead; And to Christ, gone up on high, : Captive is captivity. :||

3 All his work and warfare done, He into his heaven is gone; And, upon his Father's throne, |: Now is pleading for his own. :|| J. S. B. MONSELL.

1 He is gone! a cloud of light Hath received him from our sight; Gone to heaven, where mortal eye || :Cannot reach the radiant sky. :|| 2 Through the veil of time and space Passed into the holiest place; All his toil and sorrow done,

||: All the battle fought and won. :|| 3 He is gone! towards their goal World and church must onward roll : Far behind we leave the past; |: Forward are our glances cast. :|| 4 He is gone! but we once more Shall behold him as before;

In the heaven of heavens the same, : As on earth he went and came. :||