He took our Nature, and fuftain'd
The Mis'ries of it's finful State;
Sinless himself, for us regain'd
To Paradife an open Gate.

Cho. Worthy, &.

4 As Adam rais'd a Life of Sin,

So Chrift, the Serpent--bruifing Seed,
By God's Appointment could begin
The Birth, in us, of Life indeed:
He did begin; parental Head,
As Adam fell, fo Jefus ftood;
Fulfill'd all Righteousness, and faid
'Tis finifh'd!

on the facred Wood,

Cho. Worthy, &c.

5 Finish'd his Work, to quench the Wrath, That Sin had brought on Adam's Race; To pave the fole, and certain Path

From Nature's Life, to that of Grace: For Joy of this, God's only Son

Endur'd the Crofs, defpis'd the Shame,
And gave the Victory, so won,
For imitating Love to claim.
Cho. Worthy, &.

To tread the Path that Jefus trod,
Aided by him, be our Employ;
To die to Sin, and live to God,

And yield him the fair purchas'd Joy :
To all the Laws that Love has made
Stedfaft, unfhaken to attend;

He

He di'd, he rofe, himfelf our Aid,
Lo! I am with you to the End.

Cho. Worthy, &c.
HYMN

I YES, the Redeemer rofe;

L.

The Saviour left the Dead,
And o'er our hellish Foes
High rais'd his conqu'ring Head:
In wild Difmay, the Guards around
Fell to the Ground, and funk away.

2 Lo! The angelic Bands,

In full Affembly meet,

To wait his high Commands, And worship at his Feet;

Joyful they come, and wing their Way From Realms of Day to Jefu's Tomb.

3 Then back to Heav'n they fly, And the glad Tidings bear;

Hark! As they foar on high

What Mufic fills the Air?

Their Anthems fay, "Jefus who bled "Hath left the Dead; He rofe To-Day."

4 Ye Mortals, catch the Sound,

Redeem'd by him from Hell;

And fend the Echo round

The Globe on which you dwell:
Tranfported cry, Jefus who bled

"Hath left the Dead, no more to die.”

5 All-hail

5 All-hail, triumphant Lord,
Who fav'ft us with thy Blood!
Wide be thy Name ador'd,
Thou rifing, reigning God!

With thee we rife, with thee we reign,
And Empires gain beyond the Skies.
HYMN

LI.

HE dies! the heav'nly Lover dies! The Tidings ftrike a doleful Sound On my poor Heart-Strings: deep he lies In the cold Caverns of the Ground. Come, Saints, and drop a Tear or two On the dear Bofom of your God; He shed a thousand Drops for you, A thousand Drops of richer Blood. 2 Here's Love and Grief beyond Degree, The Lord of Glory dies for Men! But lo, what fudden Joys I fee! Jefus the Dead revives again. The rifing God forfakes the Tomb, Up to his Father's Court he flies; Cherubic Legions guard him Home,

And fhout him welcome to the Skies. 3 Break off your Tears, ye Saints, and teli How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he fpoil'd the Hofts of Hell, And led the Monster Death in Chains. Say, Live for ever, wond'rous King! Born to redeem, and strong to fave!

Then

Then afk the Monster, Where's his Sting?
And where's thy Vict'ry, boafting Grave?

Hallelujah.

Hal.

Hal.

Hallelujah.

LIII.

3 But the Pains which he endur'd,
Our Salvation have procur'd;
Now he reigns above the Sky,
Where the Angels ever cry,

HYMN

ANGELS, roll the Rock away,
Death yield up thy mighty Prey:
See! He rifes from the Tomb,
Glowing with immortal Bloom.

2 'Tis the Saviour! Angels raise
Fame's eternal Trump of Praise
Let the Earth's remoteft Bound,
Hear the Joy-inspiring Sound.

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah.

3 Now, ye Saints, lift up your Eyes, Now to Glory fee him rise,

In long Triumph up the Sky,
Up to waiting Worlds on high.

Hallelujah.

4 Heav'n difplays her Portals wide,
Giorious Hero, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount thy Throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own.

Hallelujah.

5 Pra ifehim, all ye heav'nly Choirs,
Praite, and fweep your golden Lyres;
Shout, O Earth, in rapt'rous Song,
Let the Strains be sweet and ftrong.

6

Hallelujah.

Ev'ry Note with Wonder fwell,
Sin o'erthrown and captiv'd Hell;
Where is Hell's once dreaded King?
Where, O Death, thy mortal Sting?

HYMN

Hallelujah.

LIV.

HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,

who cloth'd himself in Clay:

Enter'd the iron Gates of Death,

and tore the Bars away.

2 Death is no more the King of Dread, fince our Immanuel rofe;

He took the Tyrant's Sting away, and spoil'd our hellish Foes.