326. 5 Not in vain for us uplifted, 327. record 1 Now let our mournful songs 2 But God, his Father, heard his cry— Luke 24:46. 1 HE dies!-the friend of sinners dies; L. M. A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree: 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb; And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 328. 5 Say-live forever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save! Where now, O Death, where is thy sting? Aud where thy victory, boasting Grave? Acts 1:11. 1 COME, every pious heart, That loves the Saviour's name, To celebrate his fame: Tell all above, And all below, The debt of love To him you owe. 2 He left his starry crown, 329. On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: No tongue can tell, To save our souls H. M From death and hell. 3 From the dark grave he rose― The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes Up through the sky And reigns on high, His lovely face, Psalm 148. And ever be In his embrace. 1 YE tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise: H. M Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. 330. 2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And moon, that rul'st the night, And clouds that fly Ye floods on high, In empty air. 3 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand; supreme command: 4 Let all the nations fear From nothing came, To praise the Lord! The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky Attempt his praise, Luke 4: 19. His saints shall raise His honors high. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow! To earth's remotest bound, 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb! Through very land, proclaim : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell! And blest in Jesus live: The year of jubilee is come; H. M 331. 4 The gospel trumpet hear, Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls be glad : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Luke 24: 34. 1 YES, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead; And o'er our hellish foes High raised his conquering head ; H. M In wild dismay, Fall to the ground, The guards around And sink away. 2 Lo! the angelic bands To wait his high commands, Joyful they come, From realms of day, And wing their way, To Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, And the glad tidings bear: Hark! as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say: Hath left the dead; "Jesus who bled 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." 332. 333. 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, Thou rising, reigning God! With thee we rise, And empires gain With thee we reign, | Beyond the skies. Philippians 4: 4. 1 REJOICE! the Lord is King— Your God and King adore; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice: 2 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven, Lift up the heart, lift up the voice: Shall all our sins destroy, With pure seraphic joy: Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home: We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, Psalm 24 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, H. M L. M |