He took our Nature, and fuftain'd Cho. Worthy, &. 4 As Adam rais'd a Life of Sin, So Chrift, the Serpent--bruifing Seed, 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, To tread the Path that Jefus trod, And yield him the fair purchas'd Joy : He He di'd, he rofe, himfelf our Aid, Cho. Worthy, &c. I YES, the Redeemer rofe; L. The Saviour left the Dead, 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: "Hath left the Dead, no more to die.” 5 All-hail 5 All-hail, triumphant Lord, With thee we rife, with thee we reign, 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? Hallelujah. Hal. Hal. Hallelujah. LIII. 3 But the Pains which he endur'd, HYMN ANGELS, roll the Rock away, 2 'Tis the Saviour! Angels raise Hallelujah, Hallelujah. 3 Now, ye Saints, lift up your Eyes, Now to Glory fee him rise, In long Triumph up the Sky, Hallelujah. 4 Heav'n difplays her Portals wide, Hallelujah. 5 Pra ifehim, all ye heav'nly Choirs, 6 Hallelujah. Ev'ry Note with Wonder fwell, 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. |