THE LORD OF LIFE IS RISEN! 289 O Head of all believing! Unite us, Lord, to Thee. Here at Thy tomb, O Jesus! Where is thy sting, O Death! O publish this salvation, Ye heralds, through the earth! To every buried nation Proclaim the day of birth! Till, rising from their slumbers, The countless heathen numbers Shall hail the risen light. Hail, hail, our Jesus risen! Sing, ransomed brethren! sing; Come forth from sin's dark regions, VOL. I.- - 19 THE TOMB IS EMPTY. HORATIUS BONAR, D.D. Hymns of Faith and Hope, Second Series, 1861. THE HE tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full? O weak in faith, O slow of heart and dull, The tomb is empty; He who, three short days, Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God, This was the Bethel, where, on stony bed, The Conqueror, not the conquered, He to whom THE TOMB IS EMPTY. Here Death had reign'd; into no tomb like this But now his triumph ends; the rock-barred door 291 Yes: Death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison, And He, the mighty Captive, He is risen, Yes, He is risen who is the First and Last; The tomb is empty; so, ere long, shall be Death has not slain them; they are freed, not slain. It is the gate of life, and not of death, That they have entered; and the grave in vain All that was death in them is now dissolved; Youth, health, and comeliness return again; ANGELS, ROLL THE ROCK AWAY. From the Protestant - Episcopal Collection, prepared by Drs. BURGESS, COXE, MUHLENBERG, and other eminent Episcopalians, as an Appendix to the CommonPrayer Book, and publ. Philad. 1861. It is there ascribed to "Gibbons," but is based upon an older and longer hymn of THOMAS SCOTT (a Presbyterian minister with Arian sentiments, at Lowestoft in Suffolk, who published 104 Lyric Poems and Hymns, mostly of inferior merit, 1773), commencing: "Trembling earth gave awful signs." It was transferred to the Warrington Collection (p. 77), in seven verses, with a "Hallelujah" after each verse. It was altered by the Rev. THOMAS GIBBONS (a Congregational minister in England, 1720-1785), and passed through various transformations. The following reads almost like another hymn, but is at least equal to the original. ANGELS, roll the rock away! Death, yield up the mighty prey! See, the Saviour quits the tomb, Christ the Lord is risen to-day. O JESUS! WHEN I THINK OF THEE. Shout, ye seraphs; angels, raise Hallelujah Hallelujah! Holy Father, Holy Son, Now and evermore shall be! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 293 O JESUS! WHEN I THINK OF THEE. By GEORGE W. BETHUNE, D.D.; died 1862, on a Sabbath, in Florence, on which First published in his Memoir, by Dr. A. R. van he preached his last sermon. Nest, New York, 1867, p. 423. JESUS! when I think of Thee, My spirit trusts exultingly I see Thee in Thy weakness first; |