1 MORNING breaks upon COLLYER. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, the tomb, 2 Christians, dry your flowing tears; 3 Ye who are of death afraid, 4 So the rising sun appears, 2 Powers of heaven, seraphic fires, 3 Every note with wonder swell, 407. Rejoicing in Christ. ANCIENT HYMNS. 2 For us all, thy feast is spread; 1 SWEET thy memory, Saviour blest, In the true believer's breast; 2 By the ear or tuneful tongue 3 Thou the contrite sinner's stay; 4 Tongue can speak not their delight, For us all, thy blood was shed: 3 Lowly we, around thy board, 4 Let our guilt be washed away, 5 Should thy cross upon us press, 6 And when here on earth no more 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought, |2 Is not thy name melodious still Such wonders love can do; Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. To my attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat My Saviour's voice to hear? 3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs; 3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, |