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THE PRECIOUS BLOOD!
1. The cross! the cross ! the blood-stain'd cross! The hallowed cross I 2. The cross! the cross ! the heav - y cross, The Sav - iour bore for 3. The crown! the crown! the glo-rious crown! The crown of vic to
J. H. STOCKTON.
Re-mind - ing me
The crown of life!
of pre-cious blood That once was shed for
CHORUS. Slow and soft.
the blood ! the pre- cious blood ! That Je - sus shed for
Up - on
the cross, in
While at thy cross I kneel,
And all thy sorrows feel.-Cho.
Was shed, dear Lord, for me : For me, for all,- grace divine !
Who look by faith on thee.-Cho.
3 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb,
By love my soul is drawn ;
Here life and peace are born.-Cho. 4 In patient hope the cross I'll bear,
Thine arm shall be my stay ;
On thy great judgment-day.-Cho.
1 Welcome, thou Victor in the strife, 4 Salvation and immortal praise Welcome from out the cave!
To our victorious King! To-day we triumph in thy life
Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, Around thine empty grave.
With glad hosannas ring: 2 Our enemy is put to shame,
275 His short-lived triumph o'er ;
1 Again the Lord of life and light Our God is with us, we exclaim,
Awakes the kindling ray ; We fear our foe no more.
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 3 Fearless we lay us in the tomb,
And pours increasing day. And sleep the night away,
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt If thou art there to break the gloom, The heathen world in gloom ! And call us back to day.
O what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb ! 4 We trust in thee ; O help us live Henceforth to thee aright!
3 This day be grateful homage paid, The blessings thou hast died to give
And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
A. L. BARBAULD. 274
276 1 In the cold prison of a tomb
1 Awake, glad soul! awake! awake! The great Redeemer lay,
Thy Lord has risen long, Till the revolving skies had brought
Go to his grave, and with thee take The third, th’appointed day.
Both tuneful heart and song. 2 Hell and the grave combined their force 2 Then wake, glad heart! awake! awake! To hold our Lord, in vain ;
And seek thy risen Lord,
Joy in his resurrection take,
And comfort in his word. 3 To thy great name, almighty Lord, 3 And let thy life, through all its ways, These sacred hours we pay,
One long thanksgiving be, And loud hosannas shall proclaim
Its theme of joy, its song of praise – The triumph of the day.
Christ died, and rose for me.
J. S. B. MONSELL.
The powers of
hell are cap-tive led—Dragg'd to the por-tals of the sky.
1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 4 Though in the dust I lay my head, Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
Yet, gracious God! thou wilt not leave The powers of hell are captive led — My flesh forever with the dead,
Dragged to the portals of the sky. Nor lose thy children in the grave. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
279 And angels chant the solemn lay;
1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
Ten thousand angels filled the sky : Ye everlasting doors give way!
Those heavenly guards around thee wait, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, Like chariots that attend thy state.
And wide unfold th'ethereal scene; 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear He claims these mansions as his right,
More glorious when the Lord was there, Receive the King of glory in!
While he pronounced his dreadful law 4 Who is the King of glory? who?
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ; 3 Raised by his father to the throne, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew,
He sent the promised Spirit down, And Jesus is the Conqueror's name! With gifts and grace for rebel men, 278
That God might dwell on earth again.
I. WATTS. 1 When I the holy grave survey,
280 Where once my Saviour deigned to lie, 1 A hymn of glory let us sing ; [ring ; I see fulfilled what prophets say,
New songs throughout the world shall And all the power of death defy.
By a new way none ever trod, 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim Christ mounteth to the throne of God.
How weak the bands of conquered 2 Th’apostles on the mountain stand, death :
The mystic mount, in Holy Land; Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name They, with the virgin mother, see
Shall rise, and draw immortal breath. Jesus ascend in majesty. 3 Jesus, once numbered with the dead, 3 The angels say to the eleven :
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more ; “Why stand ye gazing into heaven? And ever lives their cause to plead, This is the Saviour,- this is he! For whom the pains of death he bore. Jesus hath triumphed gloriously!"
톱 1. Hal - le - lu - jah! Christ is ris - en; He has ris - en from the grave; 2. Death wasstrong :--itcould not hold him ; All the chains were snapped in twain 3. No! he could not see cor- rup-tion,-He, the Fa- ther's ho - ly One; 4. As he lives, we shall live al - S0—Death hath no more power to hold ;
3 God has promised, Christ prepares it, 1 Sing with all the sons of glory,
There on high our welcome waits ; Sing the resurrection song!
Every humble spirit shares it, Death and sorrow, earth's dark story,
Christ has passed the heav'nly gates To the former days belong. Cho.
Cho. 2 O what glory, far exceeding
4 Life eternal! heaven rejoices, All that eye has yet perceived !
Jesus lives who once was dead ; Holiest hearts for ages pleading,
Join, O man, the deathless voices, Never that full joy conceived. Cho. Child of God, lift up thy head! Cho
W. J. IRONS.
sweet perfume ; But the Lord she loved had gone, But the Lord she loved had gone.
1 Mary to the Saviour's tomb
Hasted at the early dawn;
ll: But the Lord she loved had gone. : || 2 For a while she lingering stood,
Filled with sorrow and surprise ; Trembling, while a crystal flood
11: Issued from her weeping eyes. :|| 3 But her sorrows quickly fied
When she heard his welcome voice ; Christ had risen from the dead ;
11: Now he bids her heart rejoice. :|| 4 What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
Angel harp, and human voice!
Round him, as he rises, raise 11: Your ascending Saviour's praise. :|| 2 Bruised is the serpent's head :
Hell is vanquished, death is dead ;
And to Christ, gone up on high, 1: Captive is captivity. : il 3 All his work and warfare done,
He into his heaven is gone ;
And, upon his Father's throne, ll: Now is pleading for his own. :||
J. S. B. MONSELL.
Hath received him from our sight;
Gone to heaven, where mortal eye || : Cannot reach the radiant sky. : || 2 Through the veil of time and space
Passed into the holiest place ;
All his toil and sorrow done, ll: All the battle fought and won. :|| 3 He is gone! towards their goal
World and church must onward roll :
Far behind we leave the past ; 11: Forward are our glances cast. : || 4 He is gone! but we once more
Shall behold him as before ;
In the heaven of heavens the same, ll: As on earth he went and came. ://