2 Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,
What grateful tribute shall I bring,
That earth and heav'n and all may see
My love to him, who died for me?
3 That off'ring, Lord, thy word hath taught;
Nor be thy new command forgot,
That, if their Master's death can move,
Thy servants should each other love.
4 When on thy cross I fix mine eye,
Let ev'ry savage passion die;
And may I ever ready be
To serve, forgive, and love like thee.
W let my soul with transport rise,
And range thro' earth and mount the skies,
And view each various form of good,
Where angels hold their high abode.
2 Hath not the bounteous King of heav'n
His chief belov'd already giv'n?
And what shall mercy hold too good
For sinners ransom'd with his blood?
3 My soul, with fearless faith embrace
The sacred cov'nant of his grace;
With joyful hope, obedient, wait
The issues of a love so great.
HYMN 155. C. M.
ARK! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice,
From the bright realms above;
Amidst the war's tumultuous rage,
A voice of pow'r and love.
2 "Maintain the fight, my faithful band,
Nor fear the mortal blow;
He, that in such a warfare dies,
Shall speedy vict'ry know.
3 "I have my days of combat seen,
And in the dust was laid:
But now I sit upon my throne,
And glory crowns my head.
4 "This throne, this glory shall be
yours;
My hands the crown shall give;
And you the blest reward shall share,
While God himself shall live."
5 Lord! 'tis enough; our souls are fir'd
With courage and with love;
Vain are th' assaults of earth and hell;
Our hopes are fix'd above.
6 We'll trace the footsteps thou hast drawn
To triumph and renown;
Nor shun thy combat and thy cross,
May we but share thy crown.
HYMN 156. L. M.
HE God, who once to Israel spoke From Sinai's top in fire and smoke, In gentler strains of gospel grace, Invites us now to seek his face.
2 He wears no terrors on his brow; He speaks in love from Zion now. It is the voice of Jesus' blood,
That calls us wand' rers back to God.
3 Hark! how from Calvary it sounds, From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds: "Pardon and grace I freely give; Then, sinner, look to me, and live."
4 What other arguments can move
The heart, that slights a Saviour's love?
O may that heav'nly pow'r be felt,
And cause the stony heart to melt!
RESURRECTION AND GLORY OF CHRIST.
HYMN 157. L. M.
Hot salem's daughters weep around.
E dies, the friend of sinners dies!
A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But, lo!-what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
3 The rising God forsakes the tomb :
In vain the tomb forbids his rise.
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great deliv'rer reigns.
Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, death, in chains.
5 Say: "Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask the monster: " Where's thy sting!
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave
HYMN 158. C. M.
E humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Ychase 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 throbb'd and bled for you!
3 A moment give a loose to grief;
Let grateful sorrows rise;
And wash the bloody stains away
With torrents from your eyes.
4 Then dry your tears, and tune your songs; The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The Conq'ror could detain.
5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears
His once dishonour'd head;
And through unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
6 With joy like his, shall ev'ry saint
His empty tomb survey;
And rise with his ascending Lord
Through all his shining way.
HYMN 159. P. M. 7s.
Cons of men and angels say.
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won.
HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to day,.
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er.
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal!
Christ has burst the gates of hell.
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Dying once, he all doth save:
Where thy victory, O grave?
HYMN 160. P. M. 79.
ANGEL, roll the rock away
Hallelujah!
Death, yield up thy mighty prey.
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise.
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Hail! victorious Jesus, hail!
On thy cloud of glory sail
In long triumph through the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Heav'n displays her portals wide:
Glorious hero! through them ride.
King of glory! mount thy throne,
Thy great Father's, and thine own.
5 Hosts of heav'n, seraphic fires!
Raptur'd, sweep your sounding lyres.
Sons of men! in humbler strain
Sing your mighty Saviour's reign.
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