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Make bare thy potent arm,
To each rebellious heart:
79. Sabbatlı. BEHOLD the morning sun
Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey. But where the gospel comes
It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight. How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just! For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust. My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions giv'n! O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav'n. Warn me of ev'ry sin;
Forgive my secret faults: And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.
While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad; Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God!
80. Sabbath. Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
And leave his last abode!
The dear Redeemer lay, 'Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day. Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
And burst their feeble chain.
These sacred hours we pay,
The triumph of the day. Salvation and immortal praise
To our yictorious King; Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and sean,
With glad hosannas ring.
81. Easter Day.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Lives again our glorious King,
Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n!
King of glory! Soul of bliss !
82. The Resurrection of Christ. 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.
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of Glory dies for men ! But lo! what sudden joys I see!
Jesus the dead revives again.
The rising God forsakes the tomb,
Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'đ the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.
Say, Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster, - Where's his sting?
• And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
83. The Ascension of Christ. Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
That cloth'd himself in clay, Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
Death is no more the king of dread,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
See how the Conqu’ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
And triumph in his eyes.
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down; Oar Jesus fills the blissful seat
Of the celestial throne,
Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;
To our incarnate God.