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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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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O hearts bereaved and sore distrest,
Here is for you a place of rest;
Here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast.

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

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.

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

Lives again our glorious King—
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save—
Where thy victory, O grave?

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!

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

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

But the pains which He endured Hallelujah!
Our redemption have procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing, Hallelujah!

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 bind;

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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