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1" Christ, the Lord is ris'n to day!"
Sons of men, and Angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye Heav'ns, and Earth reply.

2 Vain the Stone, the Watch, the Seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of Hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise!
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

3 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save,
Where's thy vict'ry, O Grave?"

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Our's the Cross, the Grave, the Skies!

5 What tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our Parents' fall!
Second life we now receive,
When in Jesus we believe.

6 Hail! the Lord of Earth and Heav'n!
Praise to Thee by both be giv'n :
Thee we hail triumphant now;
Hail! the Resurrection, Thou!

HYMN XXVII.

Ascension.

1 Hail! the Day that sees him rise Passing to his native Skies!

Christ, awhile to mortals given,— Re-ascends the highest Heaven.

2 There the pompous Triumph waits, "Lift your heads, eternal Gates! "Wide unfold the radiant scene, "Take the King of Glory in !"

3 See; the Heav'n it's Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his Throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 Master! Lord! to thee we cry,
On thy Throne exalted high
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever looking up to Thee.

5 Grant, though parted from our sight Far above yon azure height,

Grant, our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking thee beyond the skies.

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A Kingdom is given
Into the Lamb's hand,
In Earth and in Heaven

For ever to stand.

Ye sinners below,
Then trust in the Lord;
Look up to his arm,
His Honor, his Word;
Athirst for his Favor,

His Godhead adore ;
Look up to your Saviour,
And joy evermore.

HYMN XXIX. Whitsunday. L. M.

1 Come, Holy Ghost, descend and dwell, By Faith and Love, in ev'ry breast; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be express'd.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength; Make our enlarged souls possess

And learn the height, and breadth, and
Of thine unmeasurable grace.
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3 Now to the God, whose pow'r can do More than our thoughts and wishes know; Be everlasting honors done

By all the Church, thro' Christ his Son.

HYMN XXX. Trinity Sunday. L. M.

1 Blest be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to Thee, great Son of God,
Forth from whose wounded body rolls
A precious stream of pard'ning blood,
Comfort and life for dying souls.

3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.

4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

HYMN XXXI. Trinity Sunday.
1 We give immortal praise
To God the Father's Love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent his own
Eternal Son,

To die for sins

That man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs Immortal Glory too,

Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;

And now he lives,

And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal Worship give,
Whose new-creating Power
Makes the dead Sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4. Almighty God, to Thee
Be endless honors done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails
With all her powers,
There Faith prevails,
And love adores.

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