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Yes,---they rejoice in pard'ning blood,
And triumph in the Son of God;
See the bright glories of his face,
Fill'd with pure joy and sacred peace.
Now, Lord, our ev'ry heart enlarge,
May we all see our great discharge;
Sing freely of forgiving love,
At last surround the throne above.

96. Election excludes Boasting. C. M.
BUT few among the carnal wise,
But few of noble race,
Obtain the favour of thine eyes,
Almighty King of Grace!

He takes the men of meanest name
For sons and heirs of God;

And thus he pours abundant shame
On honourable blood.

He calls the fool, and makes him know
The myst'ries of his grace,
To bring aspiring wisdom low,
And all its pride abase.

Nature hath all its glories lost,
When brought before his throne;
No flesh shall in his presence boast,
But in the Lord alone.


96. Easter. 8. 8.7. UPRISING from the darksome tomb, See the victorious Jesus come!



Th' almighty prisoner quits the prison,
And angels tell the Lord has risen.
Angels, angels, angels, angels, angels tell the
Lord is risen.

Ye guilty souls that groan and grieve,
Hear the glad tidings, hear and live;
God's righteous law is satisfy'd,
And justice now is on your side.
Justice, justice, &c.

Your surety thus releas'd by God,
Pleads the rich ransom of his blood;
No new demand, no bar remains,
But mercy now triumphant reigns,
Mercy, mercy, &c.

Believers, hail your rising head,
The first-begotten from the dead,
Your resurrection's sure through his,
To endless life, and boundless bliss.
Endless, endless, &c.

97. Another. 8. 8. 6.

SEE Jesus, our Deliverer great,
Rising, his vict'ry to complete,

In vain's the seal and stone.
"O grave, where is thy victory?"
Here, here, thy mighty Conqueror see,
Rising he leaves the tomb.

Awhile he with his favourites stay'd,
Strength to their feeble faith convey'd,
Then mounts the starry sky;

The heavens with acclamations ring,
To welcome their triumphant King,
And shout his victory.

Mindful of all thy favours now
In gratitude we prostrate bow

Before thy loving face:
Give all assembled in this hour
To feel thy resurrection's power,
And sing redeeming grace.
Clearly to every heart display
The virtues of thy cross, this day
Each drooping heart inflame;
Refresh'd we'll then unwearied go
Along this wilderness below,

And spread thy glorious fame.
Jesus, when will the hour appear,
That we thy powerful call shall hear,

And round thy throne attend? When shall we see thee face to face, And join above to sing thy praise, Eternity to spend!

98. The Resurrection and Ascension of
Christ. C. M.

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,
Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.



See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.

There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

[Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heav'n, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.]

99. The Lord's Day, or the Resurrection of Christ.

C. M.

BLESS'D morning, whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God;

That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
. And leave his last abode!

In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead 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;

The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

[Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;

Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring.]



Ascension. L. M.

OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high,
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
"Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal scene,
He claims these mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.

Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,

The world, sin, death, and hell, o'erthrew. And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

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