Thy vengeance strike, and with a blow,
Lay thy rebellious creatures low.

4 But Jesus! close to Thee I'll cling;
I'll crowd beneath thy sheltering wing;
I'll clasp thy cross, and holding there,
E'en me perhaps the Lord may spare.

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!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask the tyrant, "where's thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting grave?"
HYMN 190.

(P. M. PORTSMOUTH.)

For Easter-day.

1 THE happy morn is come;
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Almighty now to save:
Captivity is captive led ;

For Jesus liveth that was dead.
2 Who now accuseth them,
For whom the Surety died?
Or who shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth that was dead.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;
By Him our victory won;

Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth that was dead.

For Easter-day.

1 "CHRIST Our Lord is risen to day;"
Sons of men and angels, say;

Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens! thou earth reply!

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2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Vain the stone-the watch how vain!
Christ has burst to life again.

3 Soar we now, where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;

Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
4 Thee, we greet triumphant now;
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!

Hail, Thou Lord of earth and heaven;
Praise by both to Thee be given.

HYMN 192.

(C. M. EGYPT.)

Christ's triumph over the grave.

1 THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more;
Adore the Lord, who quells your fears,
The Lord of life adore.

2 Alone the dreadful race He ran;
Alone the wine-press trod;

He suffer'd, bled, and died, as man,
He rose again as God.

3 The seal, the stone, the watch, oppose
In vain his power to rise;

That power the gates of hell o'erthrows,
And opens paradise.

4 Arise, O Sun of Righteousness!

With healing in thy wing;

Our souls with thy salvation bless,
And life and pardon bring.

HYMN 193.

(P. M. AVISON.)

The Christian praising his Redeemer.
1 JESUS! Source of every blessing!
Tune my heart to holiest lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by holy saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I strive to sing thy love.
2 Sought by Thee, while yet a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God,
I was found and saved from danger,
By the shedding of thy blood;
By thy hand restored, defended,

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,
Seal it for thy courts above.
HYMN 194.

(C. M. CONDESCENSION.)

The blessedness of godly sorrow.

1 BLESSED are they who mourn for sin,
With godly sorrow mourn;
Ephes. iv. 30}

Who see its guilt, and feel its weight,
Too heavy to be borne.

2 So Ephraim* moan'd his sinful state,
Oppress'd with guilty fears;

So Mary kiss'd+ her Saviour's feet,
And wash'd them with her tears.

3 When sinners thus behold their guilt,
And tremble at the sight,
Christ sees the travail of his soul,‡
And sees it with delight.

4 Though red like crimson are their sins,
He makes them white as snow;

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,
In fancied peace secure;
I felt no fear, no danger saw,
And thought salvation sure.
2 But when to my awaken'd soul
The law its power applied,
My sin revived before my eyes,
And I beholding, died.

• Jerem. xxxi. 18. † Luke vii. 38. Isa. liii. 11.