Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry, "Jesus, who bled,
Has left the dead, no more to die."
All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name adored,
Thou rising, reigning God.
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And empires gain, beyond the skies.
The Resurrection of Christ.
ORNING breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies-
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3 Christian, dry your flowing tears,
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
TAIL the day that sees him rise,
Glorious, to his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquished death and sin;
Take the King of Glory in.
3 See, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth he leaves:
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
4 Still for us he intercedes,
His prevailing death he pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Great Precursor of our race.
5 What though parted from our sight,
Far above yon starry height;
Thither our affections rise,
Foll'wing him beyond the skies.
119 Jesus glorified. John vii. 41, 52.
AIL! thou once despised Jesus!
Hail! thou"Galilean" King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring;
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame;
By thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through thy name.
2 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide:
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding-
Friend and Mediator there.
3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give;
Help, ye bright, angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
Christ our Intercessor.—Heb. vii. 25.
E lives-the great Redeemer lives!
What joy the bless'd assurance gives!
And now, before his Father God,
Pleads the full merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.
3 Hence then, ye black, despairing thoughts;
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart-
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend!
On thee our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
Confidence in the Intercessor.
ARISE, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on his hands.
He ever lives above,
For me to intercede
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.
Christ our High Priest.
1 OW let our cheerful eyes survey
NOW
Our great High Priest above;
And celebrate his constant care,
And sympathizing love.
2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train.
With matchless honors crowned
3 The names of all his saints he bears,
Deep graven on his heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.
4 Those characters shall fair abide-
Our everlasting trust,
When gems and monuments and crowns
Are mouldered down to dust.
5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May thy dear name be worn;
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.
Temptation. Heb. iv. 16.
ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
And overflows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears,
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
The Weeping Saviour. Luke xix. 41.
ID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul-
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept, that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear ;-
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
Christ the Guardian of his People.
WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
And on his heart his people bears.
2 He who for us a surety stood,
And made the offering of his blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the friend of man.
3 Our fellow-sufferer still retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears and agonies and cries.
4 With boldness, therefore, at his throne.
We come to make our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.
Christ the Rock of Ages.
OOCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling,
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