I WHO is this, so weak and helpless, 3 Who is this? behold Him shedding Child of lowly Hebrew maid, Rudely in a stable sheltered, Coldly in a manger laid? f'Tis the Lord of all creation, Who this wondrous path hath He is God from everlasting, 2 Who is this, a Man of sorrows, Drops of blood upon the ground! Who is this, despised, rejected, Mocked, insulted, beaten, bound? f'Tis our God, who gifts and graces Poureth on His Church below, Now, in royal might victorious, Triumphing o'er every foe. 4 Who is this that hangeth dying, While the rude world scoffs and scorns; Numbered with the malefactors, Torn with nails, and crowned with 'Tis the God who ever liveth [thorns? 'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning everlastingly! Amen. 89"Christ the first-fruits; afterwards, they that are Christ's at His coming." If HALLELUJAH! hallelujah! Hearts to heaven and voices raise; For the world's salvation bled, cres Jesus Christ, the King of Glory, Now is risen from the dead. 2f Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits From the furrows of the grave. WESTMORELAND (1st Tune). 7,7,7,7,4. CHARLES STEGGALL, Mus. Doc. 90 "Who was delivered for our offences, and raised again for our justification." If CHRIST the Lord is risen again! Christ hath broken every chain ! "Hallelujah!" amf He, who gave for us His life, 3 He, who bore all pain and loss 4 He, who slumbered in the grave, mf Is exalted now to save; f Now through Christendom it rings 5mf Now He bids us tell abroad 6mf Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed, ff"Hallciujah!" Amen C ST GEORGE'S, WINDSOR. 7,7,7,7. D. Sir GEORGE J. ELVEY, Mus. Doc. Amen. 91 "Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first-fruits of them that slept.” 1f"CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say; Raise your joys and triumphs high ; Lives again our glorious King; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once He died that He might save, Sing, ye heavens; and, earth, reply! cres Where thy victory, O grave? Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ; Lo! He sets in blood no more. 2 ƒ Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ has burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids His rise; Christ has opened Paradise. 3mf Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head: Made like Him, like Him we rise; cres Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. ff Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to Thee by both be given ! Thee we greet triumphant now; Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Amen |