Hymn and Tune Book for the Church and the Home

1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus dissipates its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.

3 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive
anxious fears away:
your
See the place where Jesus lay!

4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.

2 Powers of heaven, seraphic fires,
Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres;
Sons of men, in humble strain,
Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.

3 Every note with wonder swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell:
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

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Rejoicing in Christ. ANCIENT HYMNS. 2 For us all, thy feast is spread;

1 SWEET thy memory, Saviour blest,

In the true believer's breast;
Musing on thy precious name,
Purest joys his heart inflame.

2 By the ear or tuneful tongue
Nought so sweet is heard or sung;
Nought the mind can dwell upon
Sweet as God's beloved Son.

3 Thou the contrite sinner's stay;

Who thy goodness can display?
How, to those who seek thee, kind!
What, ah! what, to those who find?

4 Tongue can speak not their delight,
Nor can pen of man indite;
None can know but they who prove
What it is their Lord to love.

For us all, thy blood was shed:
Thou didst die that all might live:
For all sin thyself didst give.

3 Lowly we, around thy board,
Hold communion with our Lord;
In our midst thy form we see,
And through faith would feed on thec.

4 Let our guilt be washed away,
Let our darkness turn to day;
May thy smile upon us rest,
While we lean upon thy breast'

5 Should thy cross upon us press,
We shall feel our sorrows less;
Should thy yoke upon us bear,
Thou wilt every burden share.

6 And when here on earth no more
Round thy table we may draw,
In thy Father's kingdom we,

Through thy grace, would sup with thee.

3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs; 3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,

2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me 3 Let every thought and work and word

Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,

What must thy glory be?

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To thee be ever given;

Then life shall be thy service, Lord,

And death the gate of heaven

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