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YES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering 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,

And the glad tidings 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
Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry: "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead, no more to die."

TRURO. L. M.

CHAS. BURNEY.

188.

"Who is this King of glory." Ps. 24. UR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. 2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

C. WESLEY.

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene:
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.

3 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ;
Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew :
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

4 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

5 Who is the King of glory-who?

189.

The Lord, of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels, too,
God over all, forever blest!

"I am the way."

JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone

He whom I fix my hopes upon;

His track I see, and I'l pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

CENNICK

2 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,

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'Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo, glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Wilt take me, guilty as I am:
Nothing but sin I thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
4 Now will I tell to sinners round
How dear a Saviour I have found:
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."

FEDERAL STREET. L. M.

H. K. OLIVER.

190.

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Lo! Salem's daughters weep around:
A solemn darkness vails 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 God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

ST. JAMES. 7s.

Arr. from LATROBE.

191. 66

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HRIST, the Lord, is 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 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave?
4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:

Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!

M

"Come, see the place."

ORNING breaks upon the tomb;
Jesus scatters all its gloom :
Day of triumph! through the skies
See the glorious Saviour rise !

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

COLLYER.

193.

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

"King of kings." Rev. 17: 14.
ONS of Zion, raise your songs!
Praise to Zion's King belongs;

His the victor's crown and fame:
Glory to the Saviour's name!

2 Sore the strife, but rich the prize,
Precious in the Victor's eyes:
Glorious is the work achieved,
Satan vanquished, man relieved!
3 Sing we then the Victor's praise ;
Go ye forth and strew the ways;
Bid him welcome to his throne:
He is worthy, he alone!

194.

4 Place the crown upon his brow;
Every knee to him shall bow;
Him the brightest seraph sings;

KELLY.

Heaven proclaims him "King of kings!"

John 14: 28.

H Good that I should go away;"

E is gone! we heard him say,

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Gone is that dear form and face,
But not gone his present grace.

2 Though himself no more we see,
Comfortless we cannot be ;
No, his Spirit still is ours,

Quickening, freshening all our powers.

3 He is gone! but we once more
Shall behold him as before,

In the heaven of heavens the same
As on earth he went and came.

4 In the many mansions there,
Place for us he will prepare:
In that world unseen, unknown,
He and we shall yet be one.

STANLEY.

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