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!
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.
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. [length,
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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