114.

114.

THE RESURRECTION.

2 'T is the Saviour! angels, raise
Your triumphant song of praise;
Let the heaven's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now, to glory see him rise!
Mark his progress through the sky
To the radiant world on high.

4 Heaven unfolds her crystal gate
Enter in thy royal state;

King of Glory, mount thy throne,
"T is thy Father's, and thine own.

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Strike with awe your golden lyres ;-
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be loud and long,

The Resurrection.

Troas.

S. M.

Kelly.

1 THE Lord is risen indeed!

And are the tidings true?

Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed,
And saw him living too.

2 The Lord is risen indeed!
Then death has lost his prey;
With him shall rise the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day,

3 The Lord is risen indeed!

Attending angels, hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

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116.

JESUS DYING AND RISING.

4 Then take your golden lyres,

115, 116.

And strike each cheerful chord;
Join all the bright celestial choirs
To sing our risen Lord.

Jesus Dying and Rising.
Wells for 1 & 2, Uxbridge for 3 & 4.

L. M.

Watts.

1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men;
But lo, what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!

3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.

Gratitude to Jesus. 8's & 7's M.
Greenville.

1 JESUS, Lord of life and glory,
Friend of children, hear our lays;
Humbly would our souls adore thee,
Sing thy name in hymns of praise.

2 We are debtors to thy kindness,
Lord of grace, and boundless love;

117,

JESUS APPEARING,

Thousands wander on in blindness,
Strangers to the light above.

3 But 't is ours to read the pages,
Where the rays of glory glow;
And, through everlasting ages,
We aspire thy bliss to know.

4 Jesus, on thine arm relying,

We would tread this earthly vale;
Be our life, when we are dying-

Be our strength, when strength shall fail.

117. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. M.

Woodstock.

Montgomery.

1 ON the first Christian Sabbath eve,

When his disciples met,

O'er his lost fellowship to grieve,
Nor knew the scripture yet.

2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen,
The form in which he died;

Their Master's marred and wounded mien,
His hands, his feet, his side.

3 Then were they glad their Lord to know,
And hailed him, yet with fear;-
Jesus, again thy presence show;
Meet thy disciples here.

4 Be in our midst; let faith rejoice
Our risen Lord to view,

And make our spirits hear thy voice
Say, "Peace be unto you."

5 And while with thee in social hours,
We commune through thy word,
May our hearts burn, and all our powers
Confess, "It is the Lord."

JESUS CROWNED.

118, 119.

L. M.

118.

Love to Jesus.
Medway.

1 WHEN Jesus Christ was here below, And spread his works of love abroad, If I had lived so long ago,

Oh should not I have loved the Lord?

2 Jesus, who was so very kind,

Who came to pardon sinful men,

Who healed the sick, and cured the blind,-
Oh should not I have loved him then?

3 But where is Jesus? is he dead?

Oh no, he lives in heaven above;

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And, blest are they," the Saviour said,
"Who, though they have not seen me, love."

119.

Jesus Crowned.

Coronation.

C. M.

1 COME, children, hail the prince of peace,
Obey the Saviour's call;

Come seek his face, and taste his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye lambs of Christ, your tribute bring,
Ye children, great and small;
Hosanna sing to Christ your King,
O! crown him Lord of all.

3 This Jesus will your sins forgive,
For you he drank the gall;
For you he died, that you might live
To crown him Lord of all.

4 Let every people, every tribe,
Around this earthly ball,

120, 121.

ABIDE WITH US!

To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

5 All bil, the Saviour, Prince of Peace,
Le saints before him fall;
Let Sinners seek his pard'ning grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

1 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast facing from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:-
O may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eye-lids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

121.

Hamburg.

Love to God.

L. M.

E. Taylor.

1 "THUS shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
With all thy heart, and soul, and mind."

So speaks to man that sacred word,
For counsel and reproof designed.