Transported cry,

Jesus who bled

"Hath left the dead

"No more to die."

5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.

141. 7s.

The Resurrection, 1 Cor. xv. 56.

1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men, and angels say,

Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath 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 victory boasting grave?"
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted head,
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 What tho once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life let us receive,
In our heavenly Adam live.

7 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection-thou,

142. 7s,

The Resurrection and Ascension.

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away,
Death yield up thy mighty prey:
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallelujah
2 "Tis the Saviour, angels raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise,

In long triumph up the sky,

Hal

Hal.

Hal.

Up to waiting worlds on high. 4 Heaven displays her portals wide, Glorious hero, through them ride; King of Glory, mount thy throne, Thy great Father's, and thy own. 5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres; Shout, O earth, in rapturous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hal. 6 Every note with wonder swell, Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell; Where is hell's once dreaded king! Where, O death, thy mortal sting!

143. L. M.

Hal.

CHRIST's Resurrection a Pledge of ours." 1 WHEN I the holy grave survey, Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie; I see fulfill'd what prophets say, And all the power of death defy,

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim How weak the bands of conquer'd death: Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name Shall rise, and draw immortal breath! 3 [Our Surety freed, declares us free, For whose offences he was seiz'd In bis release our own we see,

And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd]
4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
5 Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold;
See the rich diadem he wears!

Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold, -
To crown thy joy when he appears.
6 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My flesh for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

144. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.

Comfort to such as seek a risen Jesus,
Matt. xxviii. 5, 6.

1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away:
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low, the Lord of life was brought; Such wonders love can do;

Thus cold in dea h that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you.

3 A moment give a loose to grief,
Let grateful sorrows rise;

And wash the bloody stains away,
With torrents from your eyes.

4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again;

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqueror could detain.

5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears
His once dishonor'd head;

And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like his shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;-

Then rise, with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.

145. L, M. Wesley's Collection.

CHRIST'S Ascension, Psalm xxiv. 7.

1 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. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way!" 3. Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the King of Gory in.

4" 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. Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way!" '6" Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possest, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever blest!

146. 148th. Dr. Doddridge. JESUS seen of Angels, 1 Tim. iii. 16.

O YE immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
On earth ye knew

His wondrous grace,
His beauteous face

In heaven ye view.

Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh array'd,
Benevolent and mild,

While in the manger laid;

And praise to God,

And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaim'd aloud.

Ye in the wilderness

Beheld the tempter spoil'd,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foil'd;

And joy'd to crown
The victor's head,
When satan fled

Before his frown.

Around the bloody tree
Ye press'd with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see,
The Lord of life expire;

And, could your eyes
Have known a tear,
Had dropp'd it there
In sad surprise.

Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep;
Till the blest moment come

rouse him from his sleep;