He ascended into Heaven. 116. E dies! the Friend of sinners dies! HE Lo! Salem's daughters weep around: A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Weep, saints, nor let your tears be few, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand tears for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 3 But lo! the Lord forsakes the tomb! The tomb in vain forbids his rise; Angelic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 4 Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell 5 Oh! live for ever, wondrous King! OUR 117. UR Lord is risen from the dead, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 4 Who is the King of Glory? Who? 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 6 Who is the King of Glory? Who? 118. HAIL the day that sees him rise, Glorious to his native skies! Christ, awhile to mortals given, 2 See, the heaven its Lord receives! 3 Still for us he intercedes; His prevailing death he pleads; 4 What, though parted from our sight, Far above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, 119. FOR a shout of sacred joy 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; 3 While angels shout and praise their King, 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; 5 In Israel stood his ancient throne; But now he calls the World his own, 120. ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands; 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede ; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead : 3 The Father hears him pray, 4 His dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconcil'd: His pardoning voice I hear; I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, 121. THE atoning work is done! The precious blood is shed; And Jesus now is gone, His people's cause to plead. He stands in heaven their great High Priest, And bears their names upon his breast. |