3 Yet, gracious God, His conflicts prove
How boundless is redeeming love;
The dreadful sufferings of Thy Son
Atone for sins which we have done.
4 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honour of Thy law restored;
His sorrows made Thy justice known,
And now He pleads before Thy throne.
5 O for His sake our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live;
The Lord will hear us in His name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
HIS RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION.
YHRIST 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 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell !
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise!
4 Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save:
Where thy victory, O Grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now!
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!
7 King of glory, Soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love!
ESUS Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day,
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss;
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Hallelujah!
Unto Christ our heavenly King, Hallelujah!
Who endured the cross and grave, Hallelujah!
Sinners to redeem and save; Hallelujah!
3 But the pain which He endured,
Our salvation has procured:
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing
4 Sing we to our God above
Praise eternal as His love; Hallelujah!
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Hallelujah!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: Hallelujah!
Lord is risen!" O, what
These blessed tidings give!
He died, our enemies to destroy;
He lives; we therefore live.
2 The Lord is risen!" death and sin, And hell all conquered are;
He's gone the holiest within
Our mansion to prepare.
The Lord is risen !" see Him sit
Upon the Father's throne;
All worship at His pierced feet,
And Lord our Jesus own.
4 "The Lord is risen!" risen too
With Him from sin and death,
Let us the heavenly things pursue,
And die to all beneath.
5 Our place is with Him on the throne,
There, with the Lord we love :
As strangers here ourselves we own,
Our hearts, our home above.
LEST morning whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising Lord
Triumphant from the grave arise,
According to His word.
2 In the cold prison of a tomb.
The great Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, the appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our Lord in vain ;
The glorious Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 Almighty Lord, to Thy great name
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.
5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.
10 When Christ by His Almighty power
JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour!
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,
That clothed Himself in clay,
That burst the iron gates of death,
And set the prisoners free.
2 Death is no more a dreadful king,
Since Jesus left the dead;
He tore away the tyrant's sting,
He bruised the serpent's head.
3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.
4 There the exalted Saviour reigns,
And sends His blessings down,
To cheer His saints on earthly plains,
And fit them for His throne.
5 Rejoice, ye blest, and tune your tongues, To reach His high abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven, and all created things
Resound Immanuel's praise.
and rule the earth;
Pleads the great merit of His blood,
The glory of His birth.
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