3 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
4 Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye:
If e'er I lose its strong control,
Oh, let that dying, piercing cry
Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul.
AVIOUR, when in dust, to Thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes:
Oh! by all Thy pain and woe,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear Thy people while they cry.
2 By Thy birth and early years,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness:
By Thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear Thy people while they cry.
3 By Thine hour of dark despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,
By Thy wounds - Thy crown of thorn;
By Thy cross-Thy pangs and cries;
By Thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear Thy people while they cry.
By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Saviour, Prince, exalted high,
Hear Thy people while they cry.
THERE is a dear and hallow'd spot
Oft present to my eye;
By saints it ne'er can be forgot;
That place is Calvary.
2 Oh, what a scene was there display'd
Of love and agony,
When our Redeemer bow'd His head,
And died on Calvary!
3 When fainting under guilt's dread load, Unto the cross I'll fly;
And trust the merit of that blood
Which flow'd at Calvary.
4 Whene'er I feel temptation's power,
On Jesus I'll rely;
And, in the sharp, conflicting hour,
Repair to Calvary.
5 When seated at the feast of love,
Then will I fix mine eye
On Him who intercedes above,
Who bled on Calvary.
6 When the dark scene of death, the last
Momentous hour draws nigh,
Then, with my dying eyes, I'll cast
A look on Calvary.
HRIST, the Lord, has risen 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 won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! He sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ has burst the gates of hell.
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ has open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Dying once, He all doth save:
Where thy victory, O grave?
ALL hail the glorious mois
That saw our Saviour rise,
With vict'ry bright adorn'd,
And triumph in His eyes!
Ye saints, extol your risen Lord,
And sing His praise with sweet accord.
2 Behold the Lamb of God,
The atoning Sacrifice,
Sustains the dreadful load
Of man's iniquities;
Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquish'd fell when Jesus rose.
3 The Conqueror ascends
In triumph to the skies:
Celestial hosts attend,
To crown His victories;
Hark! they proclaim His glorious name;
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame.
4 Now to the throne above
Let ev'ry saint draw near;
There dwells incarnate love;
Grace sits triumphant there;
See mercy smile, e'en on that throne
Where once did wrath and justice frown.
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OW calm and beautiful the morn
That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the Crucified was borne,
And veil'd in midnight gloom.
Oh, weep no more the Saviour slafn,
The Lord is risen, He lives again.
2 Ye mourning saints, dry ev'ry tear
For your departed Lord:
"Behold the place, He is not here,"
The tomb is all unbarr'd;
The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen, He lives again.
3 How tranquil now the rising day!
'Tis Jesus still appears,
A risen Lord, to chase away
Your unbelieving fears:
Oh, weep no more your comforts slain,
The Lord is risen, He lives again.
4 And when the shades of evening fall When life's last hour draws nigh, If Jesus shine upon the soul,
How blissful then to die:
Since he has risen who once was slain,
Ye die in Christ to live again.
The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes
High raised His conq'ring 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,
Redeem'd by Him from hell;
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