Thy vengeance strike, and with a blow, 4 But Jesus! close to Thee I'll cling; HYMN 189. (L. M. YARMOUTH.) Christ's triumph over death and the grave, 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies; Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Ye saints! with pious tears bedew His tomb, who groan'd beneath your load; Not only tears He shed for you, But freely pour'd both tears and blood. 3 Oh! love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men ; But lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb, The tomb in vain forbids Him rise; Cherubic legions guard Him home, And shout his welcome to the skies. 5 Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell; And led the tyrant Death in chains. 6 Say, live for ever, wondrous King! (P. M. PORTSMOUTH.) For Easter-day. 1 THE happy morn is come; For Jesus liveth that was dead. For Jesus liveth that was dead. Captivity is captive led, For Jesus liveth that was dead. For Easter-day. 1 "CHRIST Our Lord is risen to day;" Raise your joys and triumphs high; U 2 Love's redeeming work is done; 3 Soar we now, where Christ has led, Made like Him, like Him we rise; Hail, Thou Lord of earth and heaven; HYMN 192. (C. M. EGYPT.) Christ's triumph over the grave. 1 THE Sun of Righteousness appears, 2 Alone the dreadful race He ran; He suffer'd, bled, and died, as man, 3 The seal, the stone, the watch, oppose That power the gates of hell o'erthrows, 4 Arise, O Sun of Righteousness! With healing in thy wing; Our souls with thy salvation bless, HYMN 193. (P. M. AVISON.) The Christian praising his Redeemer. Safe through life I'm thus far come; Safe, O Lord! when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. 3 To thy grace, how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain❜d to be; Let that grace break every fetter, That would hold my heart from Thee; Prone to wander, still I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love; With thy Holy Spirit seal it, (C. M. CONDESCENSION.) The blessedness of godly sorrow. 1 BLESSED are they who mourn for sin, Who see its guilt, and feel its weight, 2 So Ephraim* moan'd his sinful state, So Mary kiss'd+ her Saviour's feet, 3 When sinners thus behold their guilt, 4 Though red like crimson are their sins, Though far as East from West they reach, His mercies farther flow. 5 Thus all the saints, once sinners here, Around the throne of God, Have wash'd their robes and made them white In his atoning blood. (C. M. HYMN 195. BIRMINGHAM.) The sinner alive without the law. Rom. vii. 1 I was alive, without the law, • Jerem. xxxi. 18. † Luke vii. 38. Isa. liii. 11. |