The globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, "Jesus who bled Hath left the dead No more to die."
5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'd us with thy blood;
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise, With thee we reign,
And empires gain Beyond the skies.
1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that "God is love."
2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove,
Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears
To show that "God is love."
3 Behold his patience bearing long
With those who from him rove;
Till mighty grace their hearts subdue,
To teach them "God is love."
4 The work begins, is carried on
By power from heaven above;
And
every moment when begun
Declares that "God is love."
5 0 may we all, while here below,
This blessing well improve,
Till nobler praise in brighter worlds,
Proclaim that " God is love."
"Blessed are they that mourn."
1 DEEM not that they are bless'd alone,
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God, who loves our race, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are earnests of serener years.
3 O there are days of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night!
Grief may abide, an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier,
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere,
Will give him to thy arms again.
5 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierc'd and broken heart,
And spurn'd of men, he goes to die.
G For God hath mark'd each anguish'd day,
And number'd every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
Christ is risen and dieth no more. Mark x. 31; xvi. 6, 7.
1 THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more:
Adore the scatterer of your fears,
Your rising God adore.
2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise.
3 Alone the dreadful race he ran,
Alone the wine-press trod :
He died and suffer'd as a man,
He rises as a God.
4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid an early rise
To Him, who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens paradise.
Desire for God's Presence. Psa. lxiii.
1 O GOD, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 O that it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,
And marked the footsteps of thy grace.
3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on Thee, my God;
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
4 Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
5 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee!
6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
For all thy mercy I will give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice,
My tongue shalt bless Thee while I live.
The Resurrection of the Lord. John xi. 25, 26.
1 CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye Heavens, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle's won :
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King;
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he dy'd our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?”
5 What though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life we now receive,
In our heavenly Adam live.
6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given !
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection-Thou.
The Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,.
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapp'd
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
5 Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Was crucified and slain!
Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!
6 And while his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies,
Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.
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