Forbid all other hope or trust,
But the atonement of his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
1 No more, my God, I boast no more,
Of all the duties I have done:
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.
2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss, for Jesus' sake;
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.
4 The best obedience of my hands,
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
HYMN 32.
Prayer for the Jews.
1 Disown'd of Heav'n, by man opprest, Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground,
Wherefore should Israel's sons once blest, Still roam the scorning world around? 2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race;
Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring;
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace,
And hail in Christ their promis'd king.
3 The veil of darkness rend in twain,
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light;
The sever'd olive branch again,
Firm to its parent stock unite.
4 While Judah views his birthright gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move,
The Saviour he denied to own,
The Lord he crucified to love.
5 Hail glorious day, expected long!
When Jew and Greek one pray'r shall pour;
With eager feet, one temple throng,
With grateful praise, one God adore.
1 Since Christ our passover is slain
A sacrifice for all,
Let all with thankful hearts agree
To keep the festival.
2 Not with the leaven as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
And truth's unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ being rais'd by power divine,
And rescu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more; death shall on him
No more dominion have.
For that he died, 'twas for our sins,
He once vouchsat'd to die;
But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternitv.
5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restor❜d,
And made henceforth alive to God,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
1 Angels roll the stone away;
Death yields up his mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! mortals raise
All your loudest songs of praise;
Hail the Son of God, this morn,
From his sepulchre new born.
3 Heav'n unfolds her portals wide;
Glorious hero through them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne;
Boundless empire is thine own.
4 Gabriel strike thy deepest lyre;
Sweep your strings immortal choir;
Earth and Heaven, all join to tell,
"Jesus reigns o'er death and hell."
HYMN 35.
1 Christ the Lord is ris'n to day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the vict'ry won;
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Now he's veil'd in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of Hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King-
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he died our souls to save-
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
1 Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
20 what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom;
O what a sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb.
3 The pow'rs of darkness leagued in vain.
To bind our Lord in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
By his expiring breath.
4 And now his conqu❜ring chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
Broken beneath his pow'rful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.
5 This day be grateful homage paid
And loud hosannahs sung;
Let gladness swell in every heart
And praise on every tongue.
5 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join
To hail this happy morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.
Christ's Victory over Satan.
1 Hosannah to our conqu❜ring King!
The prince of darkness flies,
His troops rush headlong down to hell,
Like lightning from the skies.
2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the rescued sheep;
But heavy bars confine their pow'r
And malice to the deep.
3 Hosannah to our conqu❜ring King!
All hail incarnate love!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.
4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame
Through the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing
The triumphs thou hast won.
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