2 Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect peace
Where all the wicked from their troubling cease,
Thy tranquil Sabbath in the grave to keep:
Thy Father giveth His Beloved sleep.
3 Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above,
Thou wast abiding ever, Love of Love,
Eternal, filling all created things
With Thine own presence, Jesus, King of kings!
4 E'en now our place is with Thee on the throne,
For Thou abidest ever with Thine own;
Yet in the tomb with Thee, we watch for day;
Oh, let Thine angel roll the stone away!
5 Oh, by Thy life within us, set us free!
Reveal the glory that is hid with Thee!
Glory to God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Spirit, ever One.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.
4 A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep,
Since Thou for us art crucified.
RESURRECTION. 7s & 6s. D.
1. The Lord of life is ris -en; Sing, East-er her-alds, sing! He bursts His rock-y pris- on; Wide let the triumph ring.
Per of Miss A. NEVIN!
2 The Lord of Life is risen,
And love no longer grieves;
In ruin lies death's prison,
Sing, heralds, Jesus lives.
We hear Thy blessed greeting;
Salvation's work is done!
We worship Thee, repeating:
"Life for the dead is won!"
3 Around Thy tomb, O Jesus,
How sweet the Easter breath;
Hear we not in the breezes
"Where is thy sting, O Death?"
Dark hell flies in commotion,
The heavens their anthems sing;
While far o'er earth and ocean,
Glad hallelujahs ring!
4 Oh, publish this salvation,
Ye heralds, through the earth,
To every buried nation
Proclaim the day of birth.
Till, rising from their slumbers
In long and ancient night,
The countless heathen numbers
Shall hail the Easter light.
5 Hail! hail! our Jesus risen!
Sing, ransomed brethren sing! Through death's dark, gloomy prison, Let Easter chorals ring. Haste, haste, ye captive legions, Accept your glad reprieve; Come forth from sin's dark regions-In Jesus' kingdom live.
J. P. Lange, 1851. Trans, by H, Harbaugh.
LYRA DAVIDICE, 1708. J. WORGAN.?
2 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. Alleluia
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise. Alleluia!
4 Lives again our glorious King;
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
Once He died our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?"
Alleluia.
5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head;
2 Hark! the wondering angels raise
Louder notes of joyful praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo with the blissful sound.
3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes;
Now to glory see Him rise
In long triumph through the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide;
Mighty Conqueror, through them ride!
1 Jesus Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the Cross,
Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Who endured the Cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!
3 But the pains which He endured
Our salvation have procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia!
Old Latin Air. Trans. 1750.
2 When the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go
Thro' the wave that drowns the foe,
Praise we Christ whose blood was shed,
Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread;
With sincerity and love,
Eat we manna from above.
3 Mighty Victim from the sky!
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now no more can Death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral;
Thou hast opened Paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.
4 Easter triumph, Easter joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
From sin's power do Thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord in Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Risen Lord to Thee we raise;
Holy Father, praise to Thee
With the Spirit, ever be.
Latin Hymn. Trans, by R. Campbell, 1850.
2 "The Lord is ris'n indeed;" He lives to die no more;
He lives, His people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame He bore.
3 "The Lord is ris'n indeed;"
Attending angels, hear;
Up to the courts of heav'n, with speed, The joyful tidings bear.
4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord; Join all the bright, celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord.
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