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German Chorale.

the Rev. W. H

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2 How pale art Thou with anguish,

With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,

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."
1 DOUND upon the accursèd tree,

D Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood and writhing limb;
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dewed brow-

Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou ! 2 Bound upon the accursèd tree,

Dread and awful, who is He?
By the sun at noonday pale,
Shivering rocks and rending veil;
By earth, that trembles at His doom;
By yonder saints that burst their tomh;
By Eden, promised ere He died
To the felon at His side;
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow-
Son of God ! 'tis Thou, ?tis Thou !
3 Bound upon the accursed tree,

Sad and dying, who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony;
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead;
By the mourners come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;

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;
And, for my succour flying,

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.

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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;
Bound upon the accursèd tree,

Where's thy victory, O Grave?
Dread and awful, who is He?
By the prayer for them that slew,

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;
By the souls He died to save,

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
By the conquest He hath won,
By the saints before His throne,

6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! By the rainbow round His brow

Praise to Thee by both be given:
Son of God ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

Thee we greet triumphant now;
Hail, the Resurrection Thou !

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7 King of glory, Soul of bliss,

Everlasting life is this,

Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Tune-Harts, 271. 7,7,7,7. Thus to sing, and thus to love!

"He is risen, as He said."
1 “ CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,”
Sons of men, and angels, say:

| 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.

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QUR LORD'S RESURRECTION. 3 But the pain which He endured, Hallelujah! | 34.

Tune-Waldeck, 172.

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
1“ MHE Lord is risen indeed:”
1 Now is His work performed;

The third, the appointed day.
Now is the mighty captive freed,

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,
The Grave has lost his prey;

And burst their feeble chain.
With Him is risen the ransomed seed,

4 To Thy great name, Almighty Lord !
To reign in endless day.

We sacred honours pay, 3 “The Lord is risen indeed:”

And loud hosannas shall proclaim
He lives, to die no more;

The triumphs of the day.
He lives, the sinner's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

5 Salvation and immortal praise 4. “The Lord is risen indeed:”

To our victorious King!
Attending angels, hear!

Let heaven and earth, and rocks and

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

With glad hosannas ring. 5 Then tune your golden lyres,

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
And strike each cheerful chord;

The God whom we adore,
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,

Be glory, as it was, and is,
To sing our risen Lord !

And shall be evermore.

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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.
W All His raiment stained with blood;
To the slave proclaiming freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;

Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoils He bears?

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,
Jesus now is strong to save,

And round Thy throne unceasingly
Mighty to redeem the slave.

The songs of praise arise : 3 Why that blood His raiment staining?

2 But we are lingering here,
'Tis the blood of many slain:

With sin and care opprest;
Of His foes there's none remaining,

Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
None the contest to maintain:

And lead us to Thy rest.
Fallen they are, no more to rise -

3 Thou art gone up on high;
All their glory prostrate lies.

But Thou didst first come down, 4 This the Saviour has effected

Through earth's most bitter agony,
By His mighty arm alone:

To pass unto Thy crown:
See the throne for Him erected-

4 And girt with grief and fears
'Tis an everlasting throne!

Our onward course must be;
'Tis the great reward He gains,

But only let that path of tears
Glorious fruit of all His pains.

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,

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With all the bright ones of the sky

Still for us He intercedes,
Attendant in Thy train.

Still His death prevailing pleads;

Next Himself prepares our place, 6 O by Thy saving power,

Harbinger of human race.
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour, 4 Ever upwards may we move,
At Thy right hand on high !

Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,

Longing, striving after home.
Tune-Coburg, 299. 8 line 7s.

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!
11 Glorious, to His native skies !
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reäscends His native heaven:

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
Wide unfold the radiant scene,

1 To drain the cup of woe
Take the King of glory in.”

And wear the form of frail mortality, 2 Circled round with angel powers,

Thy blessèd labours done,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,

Thy crown of victory won,
Vanquisher of death and sin,

Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home
Take the King of glory in:

on high. Him though highest heaven receives,

2 It was no path of flowers
Still He loves the earth He leaves;

Through this dark world of ours,
Though returned to His throne,

Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread:
Still He calls mankind His own.

And shall we in dismay 3 See! He lifts His hands above;

Shrink from the narrow way,
See! He shows the prints of love:

When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
Hark! His gracious lips bestow

3 0 Thou who art our life, Blessings on His Church below:

Be with us through the strife!

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