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Nor hell in arms against the Son,
HYMN XCII., C, M. [s. STENNETT.]
The Crucifixion of Christ.
Th’incarnate Son of God,
And welt’ring in his blood. 2 Behold! a purple torrent run Down from his hands and head : 1
The crimson tide puts out the lun;
Proclaim the truth aloud !
** This is the Son of God.” 4
So great, fo valt a sacrifice
The finner sure may live.
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
HYMN XCIII. L.M. [904N RELLE.] The Death, and Refurrection of Immanuel. LET us our hearts and voices raise,
To found the mighty Saviour's praise, And fing he did and lives again
For us the fallen sons of men.
When all our woes on him were laid ;
And rais'd us to eternal day.
For man, cry all his wounds and blood :
In Jesus, bleeding on the cross.
To put his testament in force ;
The labors of his life and death.
And to his throne ascends again ;
And calls us wand'rers home to God. 6 Let all the sons of Zion fing
Unwearied praise, to Christ their King,
HYMN XCIV. P. M. [DODDRIDGE.]
The Lord is Rifen indeed. + YES
ES, the Redeemer rose ;
The Saviour left the dead ;
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full afsembly meet,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heav'n they fly,
The joyful news to bear :
Hath left the dead ; he rose to day." 4 Ye mortals catch the found,
Redeem'd by him from hell ;
Hath left the dead, no more to die." 5 All bail, triumphant Lord,
Who fav'd us with thy blood!
HYMN XCV. 6. M. [WATTS.]
He is Risen : He is not here. BLEST morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dear Redeemer lay,.
The third, th' appointed day.
To hold our God in vain ;
And burst their feeble chain.
Thefe sacred hours we pay,
The triumph of the day,
To our victorious King ;
[HOWARD'S COLL.] Jefus brought back from the dead. HIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.
With strong compaflion mov'd,
To save the fools he lov'd.
To bind his soul in death ;
4 Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line ;
On ought so much divine.
Afcend the lofty skies ;
Death's iron sceptre lies.
And Lord of all below,
Christ, and him Crucified.
Alone we glory and confide ;
The Lord our strength and righteousness. 2 For us, redemption to obtain,
The spotless Lamb of God was slain ;-
Who by his death our foes o'ercame. 3 To banish all our griefs and fears,
For us, the great High Priest appears ;
For ever lives our cause to plead.
Our powerful intercessor fand !