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240 ResurrecTION of CHR1st. H. M.

ES, the Redeemer rose,
The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes
High raised his conquering head;
In wild dismay, the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet;
Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day to Jesus’ tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the airl
Their anthems say, “Jesus, who bled,
Has left the dead; he rose to-day.”

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by him from hell:
And send the echo round
The globe, on which you dwell;
Transported cry. “Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead, no more to die.”

5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who savest us with thy bloodl
Wide be thy name adored,
Thou rising, reigning God;
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And empires gain, beyond the skies.

241 REs URRECTION AND AscENsion of Christ, H. M.

A* hail! the glorious morn,
That saw our Saviour rise,

With victory bright adorned,
And triumph in his eyes;

Ye saints extol your risen Lord,

And sing his praise with sweet accord.

2 Behold, the Lamb of God,
The atoning sacrifice,
Sustains the dreadful load
Of man's iniquities;
Death, sin and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquished fell, when Jesus rose.

3 The Conqueror ascends,
In triumph to the skies:
Celestial hosts attend,
To crown his victories;
Hark! they proclaim his glorious name;
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame.

4 Now to the throne above,
Let every saint draw near;
There ji. incarnate love;
Grace sits triumphant there:
mercy smile, e'en on that throne,
Where once did wrath and justice frown.

5 All praise be to the Lamb,
ho offered up his blood;
Hosannas to his name,
Who for our ransom stood;
In notes sublime, with joy we sing,
The love divine of Christ our King.

242 Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 7 s.

HA. the herald angels say,
Christ the Lord has risen to-day;

Raise your joys and triumphs high,

Let the glorious tidings fly.

2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lol he sets in blood no more.

3 Wain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise,
Christ has opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, is now thy sting 7
Once he died our souls to save ;
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?

5 What though once we perished all,
Partners of our parents’ fall?
Second life we now receive,
And in Christ for ever live.

6 Hail! thou dear almighty Lord,
Hail! thou great incarnate Word,
Hail! thou suffering Son of God,
Take the trophies of thy blood.

243 Resurrection or Christ. C. L. M.

OW calm and beautiful the morn
That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the Crucified was borne,
And veiled in midnight gloom I
0 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 prayer,
Your early footsteps bend,
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 !
'Tis Jesus still appears,
A risen Lord to chase away
Your unbelieving fears:
0 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 shines upon the soul, How blissful then to die Since he has risen who once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. THE RESURRECTION AND AscENSION or 244 CHRIST. C. M. HOSANNA to the Prince of light, That clothed himself in clay; Entered the iron gates of death. And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abode:
Sweet be the accents of your songs,
To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.


L9. the stone is rolled away,
Death yields up his mighty prey;

Jesus rising from the tomb,

Scatters all its fearful gloom.

2 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.

3 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

4 Let Immanuel be adored,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord!
To creation's utmost bound,
Let the eternal praise resound.

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PRoo a thankful song,
To the Redeemer's name;

Let his high praise employ each tongue,
And every heart inflame.

2 He laid his glory by,
And bitter pains endured,
That sinners of the deepest dye,
From wrath might be secured.

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