ESTING from His work to-day In the tomb the Saviour lay;
Still He slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding-sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid.
3 So with Thee, till life shall end, We would solemn vigil spend: Let us hew Thee, Lord, a shrine In these hearts Thou callest Thine, Where in pure embalmed cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.
4 Myrrh and spices will we bring, True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till our Lord appear again.
LL is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, Human taunts and Satan's spite; Death shall be despoiled to-morrow
Of the prey he grasps to-night: Yet once more, His own to save, Christ must sleep within the grave. 2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish On the bitter cross He bore ; How did soul and body languish,
Till the toil of death was o'er ! But that toil, so fierce and dread, Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.
3 Close and still the tomb that holds Him, While in brief repose He lies; Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:
Slumber such as needs must be After hard-won victory.
Y Jesus' grave on either hand,
While night is brooding o'er the land,
The sad and silent mourners stand.
2 At last the weary life is o'er,
The agony and conflict sore,
Of Him who all our sufferings bore.
3 Deep in the rock's sepulchral shade,
The Lord, by whom the worlds were made, The Saviour of mankind, is laid.
4 O hearts bereaved and sore distrest, Here is for you a place of rest;
Here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast. 5 So when the dayspring from on high Shall chase the night and fill the sky, Then shall the Lord again draw nigh.
HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your note 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 Lives again our glorious King- Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once He died our souls to save- Where thy victory, O grave?
5 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!
ESUS Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah! Our triumphant holy day; Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ our heavenly King;
Who endured the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save.
3 But the pains which He endured
Our redemption have procured;
Now above the sky He's King, Where the angels ever sing,
E saw Thee not, when Thou didst tread, O Saviour, this our sinful earth; Nor heard Thy voice restore the dead, And wake them to a second birth: But we believe that Thou didst come, And quit for us Thy glorious home.
2 We were not with Thee on the wave, When Thou the stormy sea didst hind; Nor saw the health Thy blessing gave To lame and sick, to deaf and blind : But we believe the Fount of Light Could give the darkened eyeball sight.
3 We were not with the faithful few Who stood Thy bitter cross around; Nor heard the prayer for those who slew, Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground: We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side- Yet we believe that Thou hast died.
4 No angels' message met our ear
On that first glorious Easter-day- "The Lord is risen, He is not here; Come see the place where Jesus lay!" But we believe that Thou didst quell The banded powers of death and hell.
5 We did not mark the chosen few,
When Thou didst through the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view, Then to the earth all prostrate bend:
But we believe that mortal eyes
Beheld that journey to the skies.
6 We saw Thee not return on high- And now, our longing sight to bless, No ray of glory from the sky
Shines down upon our wilderness : Yet we believe that Thou art there, And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer.
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