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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.

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.

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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:

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Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

Y Jesus' grave on either hand,

BY

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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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.

CH

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!

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JES

ESUS Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross

Suffer to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah!

2 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!

3 But the pains which He endured

Hallelujah!

Our redemption have procured;

Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing,

Hallelujah!

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WE

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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