Liturgy and Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren, Or Unitas Fratum

MET around the sacred tomb,

Friends of Jesus, why those tears? 'Midst this sad sepulchral gloom Shall your faith give way to fears? He will soon, ev'n as he said, Rise triumphant from the dead. 2 Hidden from all ages past Was the cross's mystery, Doubts awhile a veil had cast

O'er that first dear family; Till they saw him, and believ'd, And as Lord and God receiv'd.

3 Now with tears of love and joy We remember all his pain, Sighs, and groans, and dying cry; For the Lamb for us was slain, And from death our souls to save, Once for us lay in the grave. 4 Hither, sinners, all repair,

And with Jesus Christ be dead;
All are safe from Satan's snare,

Who to Jesus' tomb have fled;
Here the weary and oppress'd
Find a never-ending rest.
5 Wounded Saviour, full of grace,
Hast thou suffer'd thus for me?
Ah, I hide my blushing face;

How have I requited thee?
Should not I with ardour burn
Some love's token to return?

6 But alas, the spark how small;
Scarcely seen at all to glow:
Lord, thou know'st how short I fall,
And my growth in grace how
Yet, when to thy cross I fly, [slow;
Soon all strange affections die.

7 In thy death is all my trust,

I have thee my refuge made;
And when once, consign'd to dust,
In the tomb my body's laid,
Then with saved souls above
I will praise thy dying love.

NOW haste, my soul, with awe and deep devotion

To Joseph's tomb, thy Saviour to behold, [and cold: Laid in the dust, his body pale Ah, in thy stead he drank death's

bitter potion: [and slain, He as a lamb was wounded, bruis'd, For thee eternal happiness to gain. 2 For worthless me, (O godlike condescension,) [sphere,

The Maker of creation's boundless Whom all celestial hosts as Lord revere, [comprehension, Whose power divine is past their Became a man, my guilty soul to save, [lent grave. And rests from labour in the si

3 Here is the place where weary souls may tarry:

Tho' near the dead, death can no

power assume, [tomb: For life, eternal life, rests in this Come, then, my pardon'd soul, with humble Mary [sleep;

Behold thy wearied Master sweetly Admire his matchless love, adore,

and weep.

6 Thou Lord of life, fix thou my soul and senses

4 O Prince of peace, thou source of [heart: And author of salvation, [grace, Thy unbounded love demands Humble adoration.

On thee, the dearest object of my That, when from this vain world I shall depart, [commences, And when the awful scene of death I may resign my spirit unto thee, And in thy presence live eternally. 7 Meanwhile I'll love and thank, without cessation, Thee, my Redeemer, who my soul hast bought, [mercy sought: And me, a wandering sheep, in Accept my tears, my prayer, and adoration: [sign; To thee my life, my all I now reIn life and death, O keep me ever

thine.

149.

T. 208.

152.*

T. 598. BELOVED, white and ruddy, Of thousands none so fair; I with thy wounded body

No beauty can compare: Here to thy care consigned, Within thy tomb enshrined, Might but my body lie; To thee my soul would fly. 2 But while on earth I tarry, Make it thy sanctuary, Wrapt in this mortal vest,

Thy form be there imprest; Admit no strange affections, But, 'midst all imperfections, May in my looks be seen, That I with God have been. 3 In this sepulchral Eden

The tree of life I've found, Here is my treasure hidden,

I tread on hallow'd ground: Ye sick, ye faint, and weary, Howe'er your ailments vary,

Creep hither, and make sure
Of a most perfect cure.

RESTING in the silent grave, Spent with torments, pangs, and cries,

See the Lord God, strong to save; Him, whose thunders shake the skies:

"Twas for me he groan'd, he bled,

3 Yet, O rejoice with heart and And was number'd with the dead;

voice,

Soon will he rise most glorious; And at the right hand of God Seat himself victorious.

T. 167.

154. LORD of life, now sweetly slumber, With the dead awhile a guest; After torments without number,

Glorious is thy hard-earn'd rest: Lo, the dreadful conflict's ended; By thy sufferings thou hast won; Now o'er all thy power 's extended, Ev'n my heart O claim thy own.

2 O what love is here displayed;
See the Father's only Son
To the silent tomb conveyed;
Ah, my soul, what hast thou done?
Yet, while I, my sins bewailing,
Own that they his blood have spilt,
May that blood, for me prevailing,
Wash away my sin and guilt.

3 Here my Sabbath is completed, Here my soul enjoys sweet peace; At the feet of Jesus seated,

Here I taste true happiness;
I adore my paschal offering,
I adore God's counsel deep,
I adore my Jesus suffering,
And, while I adore him, weep.

Sacred body, with amaze Thankfully on thee I gaze.

VI. RESURRECTION OF CHRIST FROM THE

159.*

T. 132.

GRAVE.

CHRIST Jesus, once to death abas'd
To cancel our transgression,
Has gain'd for us, by being rais'd,
Eternal life's possession;
'Tis this should prompt us to rejoice,
And praise the Lord with heart and
In singing Hallelujah. [voice,

2 By none of all the human race
Could death and hell be foiled;
Sin render'd all men weak & base,
All ruin'd were and spoiled;
Death having enter'd by the fall,
Bore sway, and was entail'd on all;
All sinners are by nature.

3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
In love and great compassion,
To free us from sin's galling load,
Appear'd in human fashion :
He hath destroy'd sin's power and
claim,
[name;
And left death nothing but the
Its sting can't hurt believers.
4 How great and wondrous was the

strife,

Life was by death assailed;
But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
O'er sin and death prevailed;
He triumph'd over them in death,
And we are conquerors too by faith
In him our risen Saviour.

5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb,
By God himself appointed:
The prophets all aloud proclaim,

That he is the Anointed;
If on our hearts his blood appear,
Sav'd by that sign from slavish fear,

We dread not the destroyer.

6 This is the day the Lord hath
made;

What lively hope it raises:
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And join to sing his praises;
For Christ, our everlasting light,
Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night

And all the powers of darkness.

7 The bread of life we eat in faith,
Is Jesus Christ our Saviour,
Who conquer'd Satan, sin, & death,
And liveth now and ever:

Our souls desire no other food,
But our Redeemer's flesh and blood,
Which gives us life eternal.

SING Hallelujah, Christ doth live,
And peace on earth restore;
Come, ransom'd souls, and glory give,
Sing, worship and adore;
With grateful hearts to him we pay
Our thanks in humble wise:
Who aught unto our charge can lay?
"Tis God that justifies.

2 Who can condemn, since Christ
And ever lives to God; [was dead,
Now our whole debt is fully paid,

He saves us by his blood: [heaven The ransom'd hosts in earth and Thro' countless choirs proclaim: "He hath redeem'd us; praise be To God and to the Lamb." [giv'n

God rais'd him up, when he for all
Had freely tasted death,
And thus redeem'd us from the fall;
On this we ground our faith:
For God, well-pleas'd, that sacrifice
Declar'd, in sovereign grace,
An all-sufficient ransom-price
For Adam's fallen race.

4 The God of peace to guilty man
Doth pardoning grace afford,
Since from the dead he brought
again

Our Shepherd, Head, and Lord; That Shepherd who did freely bleed Lost sinners to restore;

Who died, but now is ris'n indeed,

And lives for evermore.

5 The God of mercies let us praise,
Who saveth fallen men,
That by his power, which Christ did
He us begets again
[raise,
Unto a lively confidence,

That we, for Jesus' sake,
Shall of that blest inheritance,
Reserv'd for us, partake.
6 His resurrection's power divine,
By grace on us bestow'd,
Renews us, that we, dead to sin,
May live alone to God:

Thus we, supported by his might,
From strength to strength proceed;
And, walking in his truth and light,
Praise him in word and deed.

7 In all we do, constrain'd by love,
We'll joy to him afford,
And to God's will obedient prove
Thro' Jesus Christ our Lord:
Sing Hallelujah and adore

On earth the Lamb once slain,
Till we in heaven shall evermore
Exalt his name, Amen.

161. T. 590. BELIEVING Souls rejoice & sing, Your risen Saviour see, [sting? And say, "O death, where is thy O grave, thy victory?" He died your guilty souls to save; And, dying, conquer'd death; Was buried in the gloomy grave, But re-assum'd his breath. 2 Rejoice, your conquering Saviour He lives to die no more; [lives, And life eternal freely gives, Since he our sorrows bore, To all who their lost state bewail; For Jesus' precious blood Doth for each contrite soul prevail Before the throne of God.

3 Sing praises to our risen Lord;
Life, immortality,

And lasting bliss are now restor'd
For all, for you and me:
Believe the wondrous deed, my soul,
Adore his saving name;
Rejoice, ye saints, from pole to pole
His love and power proclaim.

4 The Prince of glory bow'd his head, Expiring on the cross;

But now the Lord is ris'n indeed,
Is ris'n and lives for us:
Rejoice, and in the dust adore
The Lamb for sinners slain;
He liveth now and evermore,
For evermore to reign.

CHRISTIANS, dismiss your fear;
Let hope and joy succeed;
The joyful news with gladness hear,
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
The promise is fulfill'd
In Christ our only Head;
Justice with mercy's reconcil'd;
He lives who once was dead.

2 The Lord is ris'n again,
Who on the cross did bleed;
He lives to die no more, Amen;
The Lord is ris'n indeed:
He truly tasted death

For wretched, fallen men;
In bitter pangs resign'd his breath;
But now is ris'n again.

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