Raise your songs of triumph high;
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

242.

C. M.

The spiritual Coronation.

DUNCAN.

1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 O, that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall ;

We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

243.

L. M.

Miraculous Character of Jesus Christ.

BUTCHER.

1 WHAT works of wisdom, power, and love
Do Jesus' high commission prove!
Attest his heaven-derivéd claim,
And glorify his Father's name!
2 On eyes that never saw the day,
He pours the bright, celestial ray;
And deafened ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
3 Lameness takes up its bed and goes
Rejoicing in the strength that flows

Through every nerve; and, free from pain,
Pours forth to God the grateful strain.
4 The shattered mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers;
The dead revive, to life return,

And bid affection cease to mourn.

5 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace,
And not admire Jehovah's grace?

Canst thou behold thy Saviour's power,
And not the God he served adore ?

244.

P. M.

Hymn for Easter.

H. WARE, JR.

1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die : Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,

The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.

2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy,
The being he gave us death cannot destroy :

Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,

If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend : Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 245.

C. M.

Praise to the Saviour.

C. WESLEY.

1 O, FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my Lord and King,
The triumphs of his grace.

2 My gracious Master and my Lord,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus! the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;

'T is music in the sinner's ears;
'T is life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of reigning sin;
He sets the prisoner free;

He makes the guilty conscience clean;
And all our sorrows flee.

246.

7s. M.

Rejoicing in Christ.

ANCIENT HYMNS.

1 SWEET thy mem'ry, Saviour blest,
In the true believer's breast;
Musing on thy precious name,
Purest joys his heart inflame.

2 By the ear or tuneful tongue
Naught so sweet is heard or sung ;
Naught the mind can dwell upon
Sweet as God's belovéd Son.

3 Thou the contrite sinner's stay,
Who thy goodness can display?
How to those who seek thee kind!
What, ah! what, to those who find?
4 Tongue can speak not their delight,
Nor can pen of man indite;

247.

None can know, but they who prove,
What it is their Lord to love.

S. M.

God's Mercy in Christ.

1 RAISE your triumphant songs

To an immortal tune;

Let all the earth resound the deeds

Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing how eternal love

Its best Belovéd chose,

And bade him raise our ruined race

From their abyss of woes.

3 His hand no thunder bears,

No terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4 Now, sinners, dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered peace.
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248.

The Cross of Christ.

1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,

WATTS.

BOWRING.

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head subline.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

Never shall the cross forsake me ;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day..

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;

Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

Redeeming Love.

LANGFORD.

1 NOW begin the heavenly theme;
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye who his salvation prove
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears;
Banish all your guilty fears;
Welcome, all by sin oppressed,
Welcome to his sacred rest;

4 Hither, then, your music bring;
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals, join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

DODDRIDGE.

1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord,

Chase all your fears away;

And bow with reverence down, to see
The place where Jesus lay.