4 O let me kiss thy bleeding feet,
And bathe, and wash them with my tears: The story of thy love repeat
In every drooping sinner's ears,
That all may hear the quickening sound; If I, e'en I, have mercy found!
5 O let thy love my heart constrain, Thy love for every sinner free; That every fallen son of man
May taste the grace that found out me; That all mankind with me may prove, Thy sovereign, everlasting love.
AND did the Holy and the Just,
The Sovereign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?
2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne,
His radiant throne on high,
(Surprising mercy! love unknown!)
To suffer, bleed, and die.
3 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffer'd in his stead:
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man, the Saviour bled!
4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell In thy atoning blood!
By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.
5 What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?
O take my all, this worthless heart,
And make it wholly thine.
THE great Redeemer rose,
The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes
He raised his conquering head: The guards around, in wild dismay, Fall to the ground, and sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet;
They wing their way, and joyful come,
From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.
Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
"Jesus, who bled," their anthems say,
"Has left the dead!-he rose to-day!"
Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which we dwell:
"Jesus who bled," transporting cry,
Has left the dead, no more to die:"
All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name adored,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we reign, with thee we rise,
And take our station in the skies.
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 works are 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 has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ has opened 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, though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall!
Second life we now receive,
In our heavenly Adam live.
[S. B. 41.] 4 lines 8 & 2-6.
JESUS, who died a world to save,
Revives, and rises from the grave,
By his almighty power:
From sin, and death, and hell, set free,
He captive leads captivity,
And lives to die no more.
2 Children of God, look up
Your Saviour clothed in majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:
Give o'er your griefs, cast off your fears,
In heaven your mansion he prepares,
And soon will take you home.
3 His church is still his joy and crown;
He looks with love and pity down
On her he did redeem:
He tastes her joys, he feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,
And ever reign with him.
4 O may we all from sin awake,
And all in heaven our places take,
Near our exalted Head:
May all our souls to heaven aspire,
In thought, in will, in strong desire,
To carnal pleasures dead!
HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's throne he flies!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, death, in chains!
Say, Live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting?
And where's thy victory, boasting grave?
YE faithful souls, who Jesus know,
If risen indeed with him ye are,
Superior to the joys below,
His Resurrection's power declare.
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove:
By actions show your sins forgiven;
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven.
3 There your exalted Saviour see,
Seated at God's right hand again;
In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pomp to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place;
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.
5 For, who by faith your Lord receive,
Ye nothing seek or want beside:
Dead to the world and sin ye live;
Your creature love is crucified.
6 Your real life with Christ conceal'd,
Deep in the Father's bosom lies;
And, glorious as your Head reveal'd,
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.
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!
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