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the Rev. W. H
2 How pale art Thou with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
Which once was bright as morn!
3 O Lord of life and glory,
What bliss till now was Thine! I read the wondrous story,
I joy to call Thee mine.
4 Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain. 5 What language shall I borrow,
To praise Thee, heavenly Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Tune-Weimar, 309. 10 line 7s.
“Behold the Man."
D Faint and bleeding, who is He?
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 2 Bound upon the accursèd tree,
Dread and awful, who is He?
Sad and dying, who is He?
6 Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove; O let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!
7 Be near me, Lord, when dying;
Show Thou Thyself to me;
Come, Lord, to set me free: 8 These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move; For he who dies believing,
Dies safely through Thy love.
OUR LORD'S RESURRECTION. Crucified ! we know Thee now
4 Lives again our glorious King ! Son of Man ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where's thy victory, O Grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, “Lord, they know not what they do!”
Following our exalted Head: By the spoiled and empty grave,
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! By the rainbow round His brow
Praise to Thee by both be given:
Thee we greet triumphant now;
OUR LORD'S RESURRECTION.
7 King of glory, Soul of bliss,
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
"He is risen, as He said."
| 32. Tune-Easter Hymn, 281. 7,7,7,7. Raise your songs of triumph high;
“ Then were the disciples glad when they saw the Sing, ye heavens; and, earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,
1 TESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Hallelujah! Fought the fight, the battle won;
J Our triumphant holy day, Hallelujah! Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er !
Who did once upon the cross Hallelujah! Lo, He sets in blood no more!
Suffer to redeem our loss; Hallelujah ! Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah! Christ hath burst the gates of hell: . Unto Christ our heavenly King, Hallelujah! Death in vain forbids His rise;
Who endured the cross and grave, Hallelujah ! Christ hath opened paradise.
Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah!
German Chorale. 1588
the Rev. W. H.
QUR LORD'S RESURRECTION. 3 But the pain which He endured, Hallelujah! | 34.
C.M. Our salvation has procured: Hallelujah! | Now above the sky He's King, Hallelujah!
“Now, upon the first day of the week, very early in the
morning, they came unto the sepulchre." Where the angels ever sing Hallelujah!
1 PLEST morning, whose first dawning 4 Sing we to our God above Hallelujah! Praise eternal as His love; Hallelujah !
Beheld the Son of God Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Hallelujah!
Arise triumphant from the grave, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Hallelujah !
And leave His dark abode! 33. Tune-Leeds, 200.
2 Wrapt in the silence of the tomb “ The Lord is risen indeed.”
The great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, the appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave combined their force And Death's strong castle stormed.
To hold our Lord in vain; 2 “The Lord is risen indeed :”
Sudden the Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To Thy great name, Almighty Lord !
We sacred honours pay, 3 “The Lord is risen indeed:”
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.
5 Salvation and immortal praise 4. “The Lord is risen indeed:”
To our victorious King!
Let heaven and earth, and rocks and
With glad hosannas ring. 5 Then tune your golden lyres,
6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore.
OUR LORD'S ASCENSION. 35.
Tune-Freyberg, 335. 8,7,8,7,7,7. Never shall Thy people, never, “Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed
Cease to sing what Thou hast done: garments from Bozrah ?”
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes; 1 W HO is this that comes from Edom,
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.
OUR LORD'S ASCENSION.
Tune-Franconia, 195. S.M. 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
“Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led Travelling onward in His might;
captivity captive." 'Tis the Saviour- how glorious
1 HOU art gone up on high To His people is the sight!
1 To mansions in the skies,
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise : 3 Why that blood His raiment staining?
2 But we are lingering here,
With sin and care opprest;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.
3 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down, 4 This the Saviour has effected
Through earth's most bitter agony,
To pass unto Thy crown:
4 And girt with grief and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee. 5 Mighty Victor, reign for ever!
5 Thou art gone up on high; Wear the crown so dearly won;
But Thou shalt come again,
OUR LORD'S ASCENSION.
Still for us He intercedes,
Still His death prevailing pleads;
Next Himself prepares our place, 6 O by Thy saving power,
Harbinger of human race.
Wafted on the wings of love;
Longing, striving after home.
There shall we with Thee remain,
Partners of Thine endless reign; “While they beheld, He was taken up."
There Thy face unclouded see, 1 LAIL the day that sees Him rise,
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee!
38. Tane-Elvey, 240. 6,6,10,6,6,10. There the mighty triumph waits
"Whither the Forerunner has for us entered." “ Lift your heads, eternal gates !
MHOU, who didst stoop below
1 To drain the cup of woe
And wear the form of frail mortality, 2 Circled round with angel powers,
Thy blessèd labours done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home
on high. Him though highest heaven receives,
2 It was no path of flowers
Through this dark world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread:
And shall we in dismay 3 See! He lifts His hands above;
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
3 0 Thou who art our life, Blessings on His Church below:
Be with us through the strife!