And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,

"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead;

No more to die."

5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with Thy blood!
Wide be Thy name adored,
Thou rising, reigning God.
With Thee we rise,
With Thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.

168

8.8.6.

The beginning, the firstborn from the dead.-Col. 1. 18. 1 JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour! When Christ by His Almighty power Arose, and left the grave:

Now let our songs His triumph tell,
Who broke the chains of death and hell,
And ever lives to save.

2 The First-begotten from the dead,
Behold Him rise, His people's Head,
Immortal life to bring;

What though the saints like Him shall die,They share their leader's victory,

And triumph with their King.

3 No more we tremble at the grave;
For He, who died our souls to save,
Will raise our bodies too :

What though this earthly house shall fail,-
The Saviour's power will yet prevail,

And build it

up anew.

P.M.

169 Afterward they that are Christ's at His coming.—

1

1 Cor. 15. 23.

LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high,

For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him, [grave; And short the dominion of death and the He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him,

Resplendent in glory to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high, [die!” "The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy:

The being He gave us, death cannot destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were
our end;
[sorrow,
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of
And bids us immortal to Heaven ascend;
Lift up your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die!

170

1

C.M.

Come, see the place where the Lord lay.-Matt. 28. 6. E humble souls that seek the Lord,

YE

Y chuse all your fears away,

And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;
Such wonders love can do;

Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

3 Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again;

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The Conqueror could detain.

4 High o'er the angelic bands He rears His once dishonoured head;

And through unnumbered years He reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.

5 With joy like His let every saint
His empty tomb survey;

Then rise with his ascending Lord
Through all the shining way.

171

1

C.M.

Who hath abolished death.-2 Tim. 1. 10.

BRIGE

RIGHT sunbeams deck the joyful sky,
Hosannas fill the air,

All heaven is shouting, Victory,

And hell is in despair.

2 This morn our mighty King arose
From death's infernal cave,
And many a saint to welcome Him
Hath left his ancient grave.

3 In vain they sealed the sepulchre,
In vain they watched His tomb ;
The Lord hath gained the victory,
And death is overcome.

4 Then weep no more at death's dark power, Let no more tears be shed;

For Christ, the vanquisher of death,
Is risen from the dead.

5 To Him, who battle did with death,
In pain and peril sore,
To Him, who gained the victory,
Be praises evermore.

C.M.

172

Though He was crucified.

...

yet He liveth.

1

-2 Cor. 13. 4.

CHRIST! our hope, our heart's desire,
Redemption's only spring!

Creator of the world art Thou,
Its Saviour and its King.
2 How vast the mercy and the love,
Which laid our sins on Thee,
And led Thee to a cruel death,
To set Thy people free!

3 But now the bonds of earth are burst,
The ransom has been paid;
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne,
In glorious robes arrayed.

4 O may Thy mighty love prevail
Our sinful souls to spare!

O may we come before Thy throne,
And find acceptance there!

5 O Christ, be Thou our present joy,
Our future great reward!
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord!

THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.

173

1

C.M.

Thou hast ascended on high.-Ps. 68. 18.

HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That clothed Himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,

With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes!

I

4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach His blest abode,
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our Incarnate God.

5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

174

1

OUR

L.M.

The King of glory shall come in.-Ps. 24. 7.
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 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay :—
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as His right:
Receive the King of glory in.

4 Who is the King of glory, who?—
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

:

5 Lo, His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay :-
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!
6 Who is the King of glory, who?—
The Lord of boundless power possest;
The King of saints, and angels too!
God over all, for ever blest!