8 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below, Through him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow. 238 H. M. DODDRIDGE. The Resurrection of Christ. 1 YES, the Redeemer rose, The Savior left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High raised his conquering head: The guards around 2 Lo, the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And wing their way To such a tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, The globe on which you dwell: "Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead, 239 C. M. WATTS. Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ. 1 BLESSED be the everlasting God, Be his abounding mercy praised, 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope 3 There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away. 4 Saints by the power of God are kept We walk by faith as strangers here, 194 240 H. M. DRUMMOND. "Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory" 1 Cor. xv. 57. 1 THANKS be to God the Lord, The victory is ours; And hell is overcome, By Christ's triumphant powers! In chains is bound, And Death has felt His mortal wound. 2 Oppressed with guilt and woe, The host of night Fled in despair To shun the light. 3 Now, o'er the vanquished tomb That pours its streaming rays, 4 Give thanks to God the Lord; The victory is won; And up the path to heaven 241 The hymn of joy And shout aloud The Savior's praise. C. M. WATTS. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft, With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings; Your sweetest voices raise; Let heaven and all created things 242 L. M. Christ's Ascension. WATTS. 1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high; Behold the King of glory nigh; Who can this King of glory be? 2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display, 3 Raised from the dead, he goes before; To give his saints a blest abode Christ seen of Angels. 1 O YE immortal throng Of angels round the throne, To make the Savior known! On earth ye knew His wondrous grace; 2 Ye saw the heaven-born Child Benevolent and mild, While in the manger laid; And praise to God, And peace on earth, 3 Ye, in the wilderness, Beheld the tempter spoiled DODDRIDGE |