RESURRECTION,

EASTER.

522 Braintreemp. 29.] C. M.

THE Lord of sabbath let us praise,

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless rest.
2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,

We bless'd and pious grow;
By hymns of praise we learn to be

Triumphant here below.
3 On this glad day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd,
By God, th' eternal Word, than when

This universe was made.
4 He rises, who mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak the world from naught;

'Twas greater to redeem. 5 Alone the dreadful race he ran,

Alone the wine press trod; He dies and suffers as a man,

He rises as a God. 6 The Sun of righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more ; Adore the scatterer of your fears,

Your rising sun adore. 523 Arnold—p. 98.]

L. M. OUR Lord is risen from the dead;

! The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky.

There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ;

Ye everlasting doors, give way. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold thi ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right,

Receive the King of glory in. Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;

And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay ; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;

Ye everlasting doors, give way. Who is the King of glory? Who?

The Lord, of glorious power possess’d; The King of saints and angels too,

God over all, for ever bless'd. 524 Nahant-p. 110.] L. M.

E

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground: Come, saints, and drop a tear or two

For him who groan'd beneath your load : He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,

The Lord of glory dies for man ! But lo! what sudden joys we see :

Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb;

(In vain the tomb forbids his rise ;)

Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him "Welcome to the skies!" 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains!

Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 525 Rothwell-p. 109.]

L. M.

E faithful souls, who Jesus know,

Yarisen indeed with him ye are,

Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's power declare.
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove:
By actions show your sins forgiven!
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven.
3 There your exalted Saviour see,
Seated at God's right hand again,
In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pomp to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place:
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.
5 For who by faith your Lord receive,
Ye nothing seek or want beside;
Dead to the world and sin ye live;
Your creature love is crucified.
6 Your real life with Christ conceal'd,
Deep in the Father's bosom lies;
And glorious as your Head reveal'd,
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.

FOR THE SABBATH.

526

Devotion-p. 112.]

L. M.

To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ! To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth by night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part : And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wish'd below; And every hour find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 527 Warwick—p. 47.] C. M.

AY I, throughout this day of thine,

MABe in thy Spirit, Lord,

Spirit of humble fear divine,

That trembles at thy word. 2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,

And fix on things above; Spirit of sacrifice and praise,

Of holiness and love.
528 Athol—p. 132.] S. M.

CELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw

the Lord arise : Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day in such a place,

Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away,

To everlasting bliss. 529

Effingham-p. 103.] L. M.

Improve the day thy God has bless'd, Another six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds, Provides a blest foretaste of heaven, On this day more than all the seven. 3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies ; And draw from Christ that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast, Is the bless'd pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 5 With joy, great God, thy works we scan, Creation's scene, redemption's plan, With praise we think on mercies past, With hope we future pleasures taste.