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3. And as He rose with all His train

Of righteous souls around,
His blessing fell into thine heart,

Like dew into the ground.
4. Down stoop'd a silver cloud from heaven,

The Eternal Spirit's car,
And on the lessening vision went,

Like some receding star.
5. The silver cloud hath sail'd away,

The skies are blue and free;
The road that vision took is now

Sunshine and vacancy.

FABER,

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1. Yes, the Redeemer rose;

The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes

High raised His conquering head.
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall to the ground and sink away.
2. Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait His high commands,

And worship at His feet;
Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.
3. Then back to heaven they fly,

The joyful news to bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!
Their anthems say—“ Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead, He rose to-day.”
4. 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
Hath left the dead, no more to die.”

5. 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.

DODDRIDGE.

256.

H. M.
1. God is gone up on high

With a triumphant noise;
The clarions of the sky

Proclaim th' angelic joys:
Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King.
2. All power to our great Lord

Is by the Father given,
By angel hosts adored,

He reigns supreme in heaven:
Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King.
3. High on His holy seat,

He bears the righteous sway;
His foes beneath His feet

Shall sink and die away:
Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King,
4. Then all the earth, renewed

In righteousness divine,
With ail the hosts of God,

In one great chorus join :
Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

C. WESLEY.

257.

H. M.
1. Ye saints ! your music bring,

And swell the rapturous sound;
Strike every trembling string,

Till earth and heaven resound :
The triumphs of the cross we sing-
Awake, ye saints! each joyful string.

2. The cross—the cross alone

Subdued the powers of hell;
Like lightning from his throne,

The prince of darkness fell;
The triumphs of the cross we sing-
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string.
3. The cross hath power to save

From all the foes that rise;
The cross hath made the grave

A passage to the skies;
The triumphs of the cross we sing-
Awake, ye saints! each joyful string.

REED,

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1. Join all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2. Great prophet of our God!

Our tongues would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
3. Jesus, our great High Priest,

Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience needs

No sacrifice beside;
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4. Oh thou almighty Lord,
Our
conqueror

and our King!
Thy scepter and Thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing;
Thine is the power; Behold, we sit,
In willing bonds, beneath Thy feet.

17*

WATTS.

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1. Jesus-transporting name!

It charms the hosts above;
They evermore proclaim,

And wonder at His love;
They look upon his heavenly face,
And study His mysterious grace.
2. His name the sinner hears,

And is from sin set free,
"T is music in his ears,

'T is life and victory;
New

songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.
3. Stung by the scorpion, sin,

My poor expiring soul
The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole;
Lord

upon
I know, I feel He died for me.
4. Oh, for a trumpet-voice,

On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice

In Him, who died for all :
Inspire with praise each human tongue,
And wake a universal song.

I see my

the tree,

C. WESLEY.

260.

1. Our Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2. There His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !

Ye everlasting doors! give way.

3. Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as His right;

Receive the King of glory in.
4. “Who is the King of glory, who ?”—

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

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 5. Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay :
“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!

Ye everlasting doors ! give way. 6. "Who is the King of glory, who ?"

The Lord of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, forever blessed.

C. WESLEY.

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1. Hail! morning known among the blest~

Morning of hope, and joy and love
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest-

Pledge of the endless rest above. 2. Blest be the Father of our Lord,

Who from the dead hath brought His Son, Hope to the lost was then restored,

And everlasting glory won,
3. Scarce morning twilight had begun

To chase the shades of night away,
When Christ arose-unsetting sun

The dawn of joy's eternal day.
4. Mercy looked down with smiling eye,

When our Immanuel left the dead;
Faith marked His bright ascent on high,

And Hope, with gladness, raised her head.

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