REJOICE, O church, the Saviour's bride,
All grief and mourning lay aside:
With cheerful hearts and voices sirg
The resurrection of our King.
2 He, having triumph'd over death,
Now re-assumes his vital breath:
The angels wait with watchful eyes,
And joy to see their God arise.
3 Our gracious Saviour, Head and Lord,
Hath well perform'd his promis'd word;
And now would have his church rejoice;
He loves to hear her cheerful voice.
4 Let us then with the heav'nly throng
Now join in that eternal song:
• Salvation to our God and King,
Whose death did our redemption bring.'
5 Blessing and praise we give to thee,
That thou from death hast set us free;
Thy resurrection from the grave
Proves clearly thou hast pow'r to save.
6 Thy blood shall wash our garments white
Then we, with all the saints in light,
Shall joyful meet our Lord and Head,
We know for us thy blood was shed.
7 Astonish'd, at thy footstool low,
With humble gratitude we bow:
Our words can never fully tell
What in our thankful hearts we feel!
CHRISTIANS, dismiss your fear;
Let hope and joy succeed,
The joyful news with gladness hear,
"The Lord is ris'n indeed!"
The promise is fulfill'd
In Christ our only Head;
Justice with mercy's reconcil'd;
He lives who once was dead.
2 The Lord is ris'n again,
Who on the cross did bleed;
He lives to die no more, Amen!
The Lord is ris'n indeed.
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He truly tasted death
For wretched fallen men;
In bitter pangs resign'd his breath;
But now is ris'n again.
3 He hath himself the keys
Of death, the grave and hell;
His is the victory and praise,
And he rules all things well.
Death now no more I dread,
But cheerful close mine eyes: Death is a sleep, the grave a bed; With Jesus I shall rise.
135. T. 11. GLORY unto Jesus be! From the curse he set us free; All our guilt on him was laid, He the ransom fully paid.
2 All his glorious work is done;
God's well pleased in his Son;
For he rais'd him from the dead,
Christ now reigns, the church's Head.
3 His redeem'd his praise show forth,
Ever glorying in his worth;
Angels sing around the throne,
"Thou art worthy, thou alone!"
4 Ye who love him, cease to mourn,
He will certainly return;
All his saints with him shall reign;
Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen.
JESUS, who dy'd the world to save,
Revives and rises from the grave,
By his almighty pow'r:
From sin and death he sets us free,
He captive leads captivity,
He lives again, to die no more.
2 Children of God, look up and see
Your Saviour, cloth'd with Majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:
Cease,cease to grieve,cast off your fears,
In heav'n your mansions he prepares,
And soon will come to take you home.
3 His church is still his joy and crown, Find in our Saviour, day and night, He looks with love and pity down
On her he did redeem:
Each member of his church he knows,
He shares their joys and feels their woes,
And they shall ever reign with him.
REJOICE, the Lord in triumph reigns,
Breaks death and hell's infernal chains,
Retakes his life and majesty ;
Praise him to all eternity.
2 Behold the great accuser cast,
The hour of darkness now is past;
No right to us can Satan claim,
If we believe in Jesus' name.
ON this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd
By God th' eternal Word, than when
The universe was made.
2 He riseth, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme:
'Twas great to speak the world from
nought,
'Tis greater to redeem.
139.* T. 132.
CHRIST, being risen from the tomb,
To Mary show'd his favor,
And kindly called her by name;
She, when she saw her Saviour,
Directly turn'd about in haste,
His feet with heart-felt joy embrac'd,
And hail'd her risen Master.
2 His holy name for ever be
Adored, bless'd and praised,
That he hath such invariably
To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen, and me, Who nought can boast of, but that he Hath pardon'd their transgressions. 3 How happy feels a contrite heart, Enjoying Christ's salvation! Those who have chosen Mary's part And fav'rite occupation,
A source of comfort and delight; 'Tis this makes life important.
He pardon'd me, like Magdalen, I love him, my Preserver! I love him, but (it gives me pain) I love not with such fervor. When Jesus I shall once behold, I then shall feel as she of old, When he to her appeared.
[Saviour! HAIL, all hail, victorious Lord, and Thou hast burst the bonds of death! Grant us, as to Mary, that great favor
To embrace thy feet in faith: Thou hast in our stead the curse endured, And for us eternal life procured; Joyful, we with one accord Hail thee as our risen Lord.
2 O thou matchless Source of consolation,
When a heart-enliv'ning salutation
Scarce thy resting moments end
To thy children thou dost send; We would share thy dear disciples' feeling,
As before their risen Master kneeling; Thus shall we, with all our heart, Witness what a Friend thou art!
141. * T. 205.
JESUS, who is always near,
To assuage his children's grief,
Unto Thomas did appear,
To remove his unbelief, [view,.
"Come," he said, " my nail prints
And my side, the spear pierc'd thro';"
Bold in faith he then avow'd:
"Christ, thou art my Lord, my God!"
2 I would go from pole to pole
To behold my risen Lord;
But content thyself my soul,
Listen to thy Saviour's word: They who me by faith receive, Without seeing who believe, Trust my word and thereon rest, They abundantly are blest."
VII. Of the Ascension of Christ; his Sitting at the Right Hand of God, and interceding for us.
SURELY God is present here!
Since the Lord with grace and favor
To my spirit doth appear,
As my Jesus, as my Saviour; For the holy Trinity
Is to us in Jesus nigh.
2 O might all my wishes tend
Unto Christ without cessation,
He's my best and nearest Friend,
Full of grace, truth and salvation;
I, when he is present, feel
Happiness, no tongue can tell.
3 Holy awe pervades my heart,
When I see my great Creator
Of man's nature taking part,
That he, as my Mediator,
Might lay down his life for me,
And from death might set me free,
4 In the grave for me he lay,
Then arose, with pow'r, and glorious,
Grace triumphant to display,
Proving over death victorious;
And for forty days was seen,
By his foll'wers, God with men!
5 When the Lord's disciples saw
Jesus, gloriously arrayed,
From their longing sight withdraw,
In a cloud to heav'n conveyed;
Sure, alternate grief and joy
Did their hearts and thoughts employ.
6 He ascended up on high,
Glorious and with honor crowned,
Cloth'd in god-like majesty,
Is at God's right-hand enthroned;
And doth still as man appear,
Pleading for poor sinners there.
7 God be prais'd, they who are his,
In this present dispensation,
Nought essential ever miss,
Since they share in his salvation;
Tho' unseen, he's nigh to all,
Who in truth upon him call.
8 O when will the time draw near, That he, who to heav'n ascended,
Will in majesty appear,
By the heav'nly hosts attended!
But we're silent:-to believe
Is our lot, while here we live,
143.* T. 58.
YE, the Lord's redeemed,
Holy, beloved,
Who as new creatures are in Christ
approved, Look heaven-ward!
2 That he, who ascended
For our salvation,
May give you of his grace a sweet
sensation,
Tho' still unseen.
3 Countenance majestic,
Yet kind and gracious,
Of our once suff'ring, now exalted
Jesus!
We gaze at thee.
4 Hark! the Father welcomes
His Son beloved:
"Come thou, whose pow'rful arm vic-
torious proved, Come to my throne!
5 Sit thou at my right-hand,
Till for thy passion,
Thy foes shall at thy footstool with
prostration Confess thee Lord."
6 At the word of th' Father,
With awe before him
The countless heav'nly hosts fall down,
adore him,
And homage pay.
7 While on earth we tarry,
His death and passion
We will show forth, and our sanctifi-
cation
From him derive.
8 With his ransom'd people,
Each day that passes
Shall be devoted unto solemn praises
For Jesus' death.
9 Lamb of God most holy!
Praise, honor, blessing,
Be giv'n to God, thro' thee, by all
possessing Thy saving grace.
10 Everlasting praises And adoration
To him, who hath himself by Jesus' passion To us made known!
11 Holy, holy, holy! In earth and heaven,
To God and to the Lamb be glory given By all that breathe!
THE Lord ascendeth up on high,
Deck'd with resplendent wounds;
While shouts of vict'ry rend the sky,
And heav'n with joy resounds.
2 Eternal gates their leaves unfold,
Receive the conquʼring King:
The angels strike their harps of gold,
And saints triumphant sing.
3 Sinners, rejoice; he dy'd for you;
For you prepares a place;
His spirit sends, you to endow
With ev'ry gift and grace.
4 His blood, which did for you atone,
For your salvation pleads;.
And seated on his Father's throne,
He reigns and intercedes.
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And worship ye the Son." With loud acclaims of joy they gaz'd, And cheerful Hallelujahs rais'd,
Adoring humbly at thy throne. 2 Can we thy triumphs e'er forget? Shall we not worship at thy feet, For all thy griefs and pain? Yes, we will join th' angelic throng, In singing that eternal song;
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 3 Th'assembly, which with thee at rest Appears in spotless garments drest,
Bows down and humbly sings: We too thy saving name will bless, And thee, our gracious Lord, confess The Lord of lords and King of kings!
148.* T. 132. RAISE your devotion, mortal tongues, To praise the King of glory; Sweet be the accents of your songs
To him who went before you : Lo! angels strike their loudest strings, For heav'n and all created things
Must sound Immanuel's praises.
2 Ye mourning souls, look upward too,
For Christ is now preparing,
At God's right-hand a place for you;
Shake off all thoughts despairing:
Thence he your gracious Lord will come
To fetch your longing spirits home,
And crown your love and labor.
3 Since he o'er heav'n bears sov❜reign By all it's pow'rs attended; [sway, And hath more graces to display
Than can be comprehended: Fear not, for he his blessing pours On such meek humble breasts as yours, The objects of his favor.
For we believe, that thou art near
When in thy presence we appear.
3 For us to heav'n thou didst ascend,
To plead our cause, and to attend
To all our wants, yea, to prepare
A place for us, thy bliss to share.
4 At parting from thy little fold,
Thy second advent was foretold;
Therefore we wait with eagerness,
Lord Jesus, to behold thy face.
150. T. 590.
WE sing thy praise, exalted Lamb,
Who sitt'st upon the throne:
Ten thousand blessings to thy name,
Who worthy art alone!
Thy sacred, bruised body bore
Our sins upon the tree :
And now thou liv'st for evermore:
O may we live to thee!
2 Poor sinners, sing the Lamb that dy'd!
(What theme can sound so sweet!)
His drooping head, his streaming side,
His pierced hands and feet;
With all that scene of suff'ring love,
Which faith presents to view;
For now he reigns and lives above,
Yea lives and reigns for you.
3 Was ever grace, Lord, rich as thine,
Can aught so great be nam'd?
What pow'rful beams of love divine
Thy tender heart inflam'd!
Ye angels, praise his glorious name,
Who lov❜d and conquer'd thus;
And we will likewise laud the Lamb,
For he was slain for us.
151. T. 595.
JESUS, who dy'd, is now
Seated upon his throne:
The angels, who before him bow,
His just dominion own.
2 Th' unworthiest of his friends
Upon his heart he bears;
He ever to their cause attends,
For them a place prepares.
3 Blest Saviour, condescend
My advocate to be:
I could not have a better friend
To plead with God for me.
THE man of sorrows, whose most precious blood
Pleads now our cause before the throne of God,
Is in glory seated, and with compassion Beholds, both far and near, each congregation With looks of love.
JESUS, our High-priest and our Head,
Who bear'st our flesh and blood,
And always interced'st for us
Before the throne of God;
2 We know thou never canst forget
Us thy weak members here;
Yea, when we suffer in the least,
Thou part with us wilt bear:
3 Thou with great tenderness art
touch'd
At what thy children feel;
When by temptations we are press'd,
Thou know'st well what we ail:
4 Thou hast a tender sympathy
With ev'ry grief and pain;
For when thou wast a man on earth,
Thou didst the same sustain.
5 And tho' in heav'n exalted now,
Yet thou to us art near;
Know'st all our weaknesses and wants,
And list❜nest to our pray❜r.
6 What shall we say for this thy love,
But 'fore thee prostrate lie;
And thank thee that thou wast a man,
To all eternity.
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