But the pain which He endured, Alleluia ! Our salvation hath procured, Alleluia ! Now above the sky He's King, Alleluia ! Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia ! ADDITIONAL VERSE. REV. CHARLES WESLEY. Sing we to our God above, Alleluia ! Praise eternal as His love, Alleluia! Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Alleluia! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Alleluia ! Christ Risen. REVS. JOHN CHANDLER AND ISAAC WILLIAMS. NOW morning lifts her dewy veil With new-born blessings crown'd; Oh, haste we then her light to hail But Christ, triumphant o'er the grave, Christ Risen. When from the swaddling bands of shade Sprang forth the world so fair, In robes of brilliancy array'd, Oh, what a Power was there! When He, who gave His guiltless Son A guilty world to spare, Restored to life the Holy One, Oh, what a Love was there! When forth from its Creator's hand All deck'd with light at His command, But still more lovely in His sight, When the Holy Lamb had wash'd it white Still, as the morning rays return, To the pious soul 'tis given In fancy's mirror to discern The radiant domes of Heaven. But now that our eternal Sun Oh, holy, blessed Three in One! 309 Christ the Lord is Risen To-day. REV. CHARLES WESLEY. HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, CH Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Love's redeeming work is done, Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Lives again our glorious King: Soar we now where Christ has led, What though once we perish'd all, In our Heavenly Adam live. Risen with Him, we upward move; Christ's Ascension. Still pursue, and kiss the Son, Scarce on earth a thought bestow, Hid, till Christ our Life appear Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven! King of Glory, Soul of bliss! Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Christ's Ascension. HENRY MOORE. OD is ascended up on high Gor With merry noise of trumpet-sound, And princely seated in the sky, Rules over all the world around. Sing praises then, sing praises loud To Him all laud and praises sing. 311 In human flesh and shape He went, Adorned with His passion's scars ; Which in Heaven's sight He did present, More glorious than the glittering stars. Oh, happy pledge of pardon sure, Lord, raise our sinking minds therefore, To fit us for those regions clear. That when He shall return again And so may mount to His bright hosts The Resurrection. GEORGE HERBERT. I GOT me flowers to strew Thy way; I got me boughs from many a tree : But Thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. |