Lord, by Thy grave I would each vow renew To one who is afraid Of his own heart, and asks Thy strength divine. See also Hymn 458. 91 A Baster. Christ Risen. WAKE, arise, and sing! In vain the Cross, the Grave, S.M. Now, Death, thy sting is gone; Immortal hopes are ours; There would we ever gaze O sing! adoring sing! Lift up both heart and voice! The Lord is risen! the Lord is King! By the pains which He endured Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Now above the sky He's King, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! †The Battle Won. 4 of 7. 93 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say; Raise your songs of triumph high; 94 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Lives again our glorious King! Death Conquered. SHALL I fear, O earth, thy bosom ? Shrink and faint to lay me there, Whence the fragrant, lovely blossom Whence the tree, the brook, the river, Yea, whence One arose, victorious 8787. 95 96 No, fair earth! a tender mother THE † Captivity led Captive. HE happy morn is come: Omnipotent to save: Captivity is captive led, For Jesus liveth, who was dead. Who now accuseth them, For whom their Surety died? For Jesus liveth, who was dead. Christ hath the ransom paid; Captivity is captive led, For Jesus liveth, who was dead. † The Saviour Lives. HE Saviour lives, no more to die; TH 666688. L.M. He lives, the Lord enthroned on high; He lives, triumphant o'er the grave; He lives, to still His people's fears; Now to the Father, and the Son, 97 ᎪᏚ The Resurrection and the Life. Amen. 4 of 10. S on I pass along the crowded way, To the one silent resting-place of all, Thy Word, the Lamp of ever-brightening ray, Časts a mild gleam even on the funeral pall. Cheered by its light, my risen Lord, I trust In Thee to raise what Thou hast died to save, In new-born power and glory from the dust, To which ere long 'twill moulder in the grave. My soul believes Thy word of promise sure, Looks oft beyond this day of mortal strife, And sees with joy each glorious hope secure In Thee, the Resurrection and the Life. And shall I doubt Thy goodness to supply My every want before I yield my breath? Saviour, forgive the past! I will rely On Thee alike for all in life or death. |