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To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
And all his wonders tell i
Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Salvation from thy throne.
Blest is the Lord, who comes to men :A
With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's name, '. 1
To save our sinful race,"13 '
Hosanna in the highest strains
it. The church on earth can raise ; .,' in The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns, i
Shall give him nobler praise. ;!.!..
'90. Sabbath. . TO-DAY God bids the faithful rest,
To-day he show'rs his grace;' • Seek ye my face,' the Lord hath said :"..
Lord, we will seek thy 'face. Come, let us leave the things of earth, T
With God's assembly join; .:^. Lo! heay'n descends to welcome man " MI!
To taste the things divine! | it?...
We come, dear Saviour; lo! we come, i
Lord of our life and soul;
Be pleas'd to make us whole, siis
O may we please our God to-day,...
May that be all our care !
Should mingle in our pray’r.
Amidst th' assembly of thy saints,
Let us be faithful found;.
And in thy praise abound..'s,
With faith thy word to hear; . '
And let us find thee near. 1!.
91. Easter Day. The Sun of Righteousness appears, : , .
To set in blood no more:
Your rising. Sun adore ! ';
The saints, when he resign'd his breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes; mirai He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise ! ,
Alone the dreadful race he ran,
Alone the wine-press trod;
He rises as a God!
Forbid an early rise,
And opens Paradise,
92. The Resurrection.
In wild dismayi
And sink away. y si
Joyful they come,', : .
To Jesus' tomb. , inson el
One day amidst the place
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay,.:.
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
NAMES, PERFECTIONS, PRAYER, LOVE, AND PRAISE, TO
CHRIST: it ,
95. Christ our Wisdom, &c.
Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears, i
Our very frame is mix'd with sin ::
Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Poor helpless worms in thee possess
Christ All in All.
Holy Jesus, lovely Lamb,
Thou my one thing needful be,
Fairer than the sons of men,
urn again, ...