They praise the Lamb who once was slain; But we can add a higher strain; Not only say, He suffered thus, But that He suffered all for us. Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, Our next of kin, our Brother now, But ah! how faint our praises rise! O glorious hour! it comes with speed, LVI. O Saviour, may we never rest Till Thou art form'd within ; Till Thou hast calm'd our troubled breast, O may we gaze upon Thy cross, Until the wondrous sight Makes earthly treasures seem but dross, And earthly sorrows light. Until, releas'd from carnal ties, Our spirit upward springs, And sees true peace above the skies, There as we gaze, may we become And in a fairer, happier home, Thy perfect beauty see. William Hiley Bathurst. 1831. LVII. Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning Sacrifice, For me, for all, is ever nigh. Be Thou my guard on peril's brink; And make me in Thy path to go. For what is earthly change or loss? Anon. "M. G. T.” 1831. V. CHRIST RISEN. "And the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures." LVIII. Again the Lord of Life and Light O what a night was that which wrapt This day be grateful homage paid, Ten thousand differing lips shall join Which scatters blessings from its wings The powers of darkness leagued in vain He shook their kingdom, when He fell, And now His conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies ; While broke beneath His powerful cross Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below, Through Him is pardoning love dispens'd, And boundless blessings flow. And still for erring guilty man And still His bleeding heart is touch'd To Thee, my Saviour and my King, And stand prepared like Thee to die, With Thee that I may live! Anna Lætitia Barbauld. 1773. LIX. Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Love's redeeming work is done, Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; Death in vain forbids His rise; Lives again our glorious King: Soar we now where Christ has led, Made like Him, like Him we rise ; What though once we perish'd all, Risen with Him, we upward move; Scarce on earth a thought bestow, Hid, till Christ our Life appear Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven! |