SING ALOUD, CHILDREN!

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SING ALOUD, CHILDREN!

An Easter hymn for children, by the Rev. Dr. A. R. THOMPSON, New York, 1865 Contributed.

SING

ING aloud, children! sing to the glorious King Of Redemption, who sits on the throne; For the seraphim high veil their faces, and cry, And the angels are praising the Son.

With His raiment blood-dyed, and with wounds in His side,

He returns like a chief from the war,

Where His champion blow hath laid death and hell low,

And hath driven destruction afar.

Not a helper stood by when the foemen drew nigh,
And arrayed their leagued hosts for the fight;
But He met them alone, and the victory won
By His own irresistible might.

Yes! the triumph He won! Give the Crucified Son Hallelujahs of praise ever new;

Hail Him, children, and say, Hallelujah! to-day; For the Saviour is risen for you.

WHY SHOULD THESE EYES BE TEARFUL?

"The Victory of Faith." 1 Cor. xv. 57. By Dr. RAY PALMER. From his Hymns of my Holy Hours, New York, 1867. Written 1867.

HY should these eyes be tearful

WHY

For years too swiftly fled?
And why these feet be fearful

The onward path to tread?
Why should a chill come o'er me
At thoughts of death as near?
Or when I see before me

The silent gates appear?

Behold my Saviour dying!

I hear His parting breath;
Entombed I see Him lying,
A captive held of death;
Yet peacefully He sleepeth,
No foe disturbs Him now,
And love divine still keepeth
Its impress on His brow.

But lo! the seal is broken!

Rolled back the mighty stone,
In vain was set the token

That friend and foe should own.

The weeping Mary bending

Sees not her Saviour there;

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But sons of light attending
A joyful message bear.

The Lord is risen: He liveth,

The First-born from the dead;
To Him the Father giveth

To be creation's Head.
O'er all for ever reigning,

Of death He holds the keys;

And hell His might constraining

Obeys His high decrees.

Flies now the gloom that shaded

The vale of death to me;

The terrors that invaded

Are lost, O Christ, in Thee!
The grave, no more appalling,

Invites me to repose;
Asleep in Jesus falling,
To rise as Jesus rose.

Oh! when to life awaking,
The night for ever gone,
My soul, this dust forsaking,
Puts incorruption on,
Lord, in Thy lustre shining,
In Thine own beauty drest,
My sun no more declining,
Thy service be my rest!

THE ASCENSION.

"AND when He had spoken these things, while they beheld, He was taken up.

and a cloud received Him out of their sight."- Acts i. 9.

"Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth." - COL. iii. 2.

LORD JESUS, who sittest at the right hand of God the Father, as King of saints and eternal High Priest, far above all principality and power, and every name that is named: give us grace, we beseech Thee, that, being delivered from the curse and power of sin, we may ever seek the things that are above; and, when Thou who art our life shalt appear, we also may appear with Thee in glory everlasting, to praise and to enjoy Thee, with the Father and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

Qui penetravit inferas

Domos Redemptor pacifer,
Se fert in sedes superas
Mundi supremus arbiter.

Ab ascendente ducitur
Regnatura captivitas:
Palma victis asseritur,
Mortuis immortalitas.
DANIEL, II. 367.