Lord, by Thy grave I would each vow renew
Yet breathed to Thee, to be for ever Thine;
Hence rise afresh to life, all good pursue,
Nor rest until Thy will be wholly mine:
O lend Thine aid

To one who is afraid

Of his own heart, and asks Thy strength divine.

See also Hymn 458.

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Baster.

Christ Risen.

WAKE, arise, and sing!
Lift up both heart and voice!
The Lord is risen! the Lord is King!
Let heaven and earth rejoice!

In vain the Cross, the Grave,
To triumph over Him:
He died to conquer, lives to save:
Raise high the rapturous hymn!

S.M.

Now, Death, thy sting is gone;
Yea, changed to good sublime;
Fresh thoughts awake, bright glories dawn.
Beyond the shores of time.

Immortal hopes are ours;
Our brief, light sorrows die;
Deep in the soul we feel new powers
Expanding for the sky.

There would we ever gaze
On Him whom here we know ;
And there His name for ever praise,
To whom all good we owe.

O sing! adoring sing!

Lift up both heart and voice!

The Lord is risen! the Lord is King!
Let Heaven and earth rejoice!

By the pains which He endured
Our salvation was procured:

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

†The Battle Won.

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CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"

Sons of men and angels say;

Raise your songs of triumph high;
Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply.
Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! the Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

94

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save;
Where thy victory, O Grave ?
Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Glory to the Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
As it was, is now, shall be,
In His own eternity.-Amen.

Death Conquered.

SHALL I fear, O earth, thy bosom ?

Shrink and faint to lay me there,

Whence the fragrant, lovely blossom
Springs to gladden earth and air?

Whence the tree, the brook, the river,
Soft clouds floating in the sky,
All fair things come, whispering ever
Of the love divine on high ?

Yea, whence One arose, victorious
O'er the darkness of the grave;
His strong arm revealing, glorious
In its might divine to save?

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No, fair earth! a tender mother
Thou hast been, and yet canst be;
And through Him, my Lord and Brother,
Sweet shall be my rest in thee.

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† Captivity led Captive.

HE happy morn is come:
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,

Omnipotent to save:

Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

Who now accuseth them,

For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condemn,
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;
By Him our victory won:

Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

† The Saviour Lives.

HE Saviour lives, no more to die;

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L.M.

He lives, the Lord enthroned on high;

He lives, triumphant o'er the grave;
He lives, eternally to save.

He lives, to still His people's fears;
He lives, to wipe away their tears;
He lives, their mansions to prepare ;
He lives, to guide them safely there.
Ye mournful saints, dry up your tears,
Dismiss your unbelieving fears;
And let your hearts with joy revive,
Jesus, your Saviour, is alive.

Now to the Father, and the Son,
Who victory o'er the grave hath won,
And to the Holy Ghost be given,
All praise on earth, all praise in heaven.

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The Resurrection and the Life.

Amen.

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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.