4 By death, He death's dark king defeated,
And overcame the grave:
Rising, the triumph He completed;
He lives, He reigns to save.
Heaven's happy myriads bow before Him:
He comes, the Judge of men ;
These eyes shall see Him and adore Him;
Lord Jesus! own me then.
"Who loved me, and gave Himself for me."-Gal. ii. 20. Norwich, 328.] C.M.
28 THE shade and gloom of life are fled This Resurrection Day;
Henceforth in Christ are no more dead,
The grave hath no more prey;
In Christ we live, in Christ we sleep,
In Christ we wake and rise,
And the sad tears death makes us weep,
He wipes from all our eyes.
2 Then wake, glad heart, awake! awake,
And seek thy risen Lord;
Joy in His resurrection take,
And comfort in His Word;
And let thy life, through all its ways,
One long thanksgiving be;
Its theme of joy, its song of praise,
"Christ died and rose for me!"
"This is the day which the Lord hath made."-Ps. cxviii. 24.
76.76.76.76. [J. DAMASCENUS, tr. by NEALE.
THE Day of Resurrection:
Earth tell it out abroad!
The Passover of gladness!
From Death to Life Eternal-
From earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.
2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of Resurrection-Light:
And, listening to His accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own All Hail!-and, hearing,
May raise the victor strain!
3 Now let the Heavens be joyful!
Let earth her song begin!
Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein:
Invisible and visible,
Their notes let all things blend-
For Christ the Lord hath risen,-
Our Joy that hath no end.
"Alleluia! for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.”
[BOHEMIAN BRETHREN, tr. by c. WINKWORTH,
CHRIST the Lord is risen again!
Christ hath broken every chain !
Hark, angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high.
2 He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day;
Now we sing our joyous lay.
3 He who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us, and hears our cry.
4 He who slumbered in the grave,
Is exalted now to save;
Now through all the world it rings:
He, the Lamb, is King of kings!
5 Now He bids us tell abroad
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we, too, may enter heaven.
6 Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransomed people feed:
Take our sins and guilt away,
Thee we sing by night and day.
"He is risen."-Mark xvi. 6.
31 HE is risen! He is risen!
Tell it with a joyful voice;
He hath burst His three days' prison!
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.
2 Come with high and holy gladness,
Chant our Lord's triumphal lay;
Not one touch of twilight sadness
Dims the glorious morning ray
Breaking o'er the purple east,
Symbol of our joyous feast.
3 He is risen! He is risen!
He hath opened heaven's gate;
We are free from sin's dark prison-
Risen to a holier state;
Soon a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in."— Ps. xxiv. 7.
[c. WESLEY.
AIL the day that sees Him rise
To His Throne above the skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends His native heaven.
There for Him high triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of Glory in.
2 Lo, the heaven its Lord receives,
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.
See, He lifts His hands above;
See, He shows the prints of love;
Hark! His gracious lips bestow
Blessings on His Church below.
3 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
He, the first-fruits of our race.
Master, will we ever say,
Taken from our head to-day,
See, Thy faithful servants see,
Ever gazing up to Thee.
4 Lord, though parted from our sight,
Far above the starry height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.
Ever upward let us move
Wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Hasting to our glorious home.
They looked stedfastly toward heaven as He went up."
THOU art gone up on high,
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise:
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
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