5 Jesus lives, and death is now
But my entrance into glory.
Courage, then, my soul, for thou
Hast a crown of life before thee;

Thou shalt find thy hopes were just-
Jesus is the Christian's Trust.

A-men.

I

JE

ESUS Christ is risen to-day-Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy day-Hallelujah!
Who did once, upon the cross,-Hallelujah!
Suffer to redeem our loss.-Hallelujah!

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing-Hallelujah!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King;-Hallelujah!
Who endured the cross and grave,-Hallelujah!
Sinners to redeem and save.-Hallelujah!

3 But the pain which he endured-Hallelujah!
Our salvation hath procured ;-Hallelujah!
Honor, then, to him, and praise,-Hallelujah!
Rising on this Day of days!-Hallelujah!

A-men.

208

THE LORD IS RISEN.

T. Hastings.

HASTINGS. 86,86; 88.

T. Hastings.

HOW calm and beautiful the morn,

That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the Crucified was borne,
And vailed in midnight gloom!
O weep no more the Saviour slain;
The Lord is risen-he lives again.

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear
For your departed Lord;

"Behold the place he is not here,"
The tomb is all unbarred:

The gates of death were closed in vain;
The Lord is risen-he lives again.

3 Now cheerful to the house of
Your early footsteps bend;

prayer

The Saviour will himself be there,
Your advocate and friend:

Once by the law your hopes were slain,
But now in Christ ye live again.

4 How tranquil now the rising day!
'T is Jesus still appears,

A risen Lord, to chase away
Your unbelieving fears:

O, weep no more your comforts slain;
The Lord is risen-he lives again.

5 And when the shades of evening fall,
When life's last hour draws nigh,
If Jesus shine upon the soul,

How blissful then to die!

Since he has risen who once was slain,

Ye die in Christ to live again.

A-men.

ARIMATHEA. 75.

C. F. Roper.

I

ANGEL, roll the rock away!

Death, yield up thy mighty prey!
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day.

2 'Tis the Saviour! Angel, raise
Shouts of everlasting praise:
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day.

3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes,-
Now to glory see him rise

In long triumph through the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day.

A-men.

210

CHRIST ENTHRONED.

DORT. 6-4.

M. Bridges.

L. Mason.

Ι

I RISE, glorious Conqueror, rise

Into thy native skies,-Assume thy right:

And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward roll'dPass through those gates of gold, And reign in light!

2 Victor o'er death and hell!

Cherubic legions swell Thy radiant train:

Praises all heaven inspire, Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire,-Thou Lamb once slain! 3 Enter, incarnate God!

No feet but thine have trod The serpent down: Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider yon portals throw! Saviour, triumphant, go And take thy crown!

4 Lion of Judah-Hail!

And let thy name prevail From age to age:

Lord of the rolling years-Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage.

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord,
Thou hast prepared a place,

That we may be where now thou art,
And look upon thy face.