110, 111. PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION. 110. "It is finished." 8's, 7's & 4's M, Oliphant. 111. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finished,-O what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Glory to the bleeding Lamb! Praise for Redemption. Cambridge. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; C. M. Watts. Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive THE RESURRECTION. 112, 113. And blessings more than we can give 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 112. The Resurrection. Hinton. 11's M. 1 SWEET spices they brought on their star-lighted way, And came to the grave by the dawning of day. "But who will the stone from the sepulchre roll ?" They said, as the tear from their weeping eyes stole. 2 The stone is removed, and the Saviour is gone :Oh hail, ye disciples, this bright Sabbath morn. Lift, lift your glad voices in triumph on high; Your Master has risen, and ye shall not die. 3 May Christ now appear, as to Mary he came, And fill every bosom with piety's flame ; Then heaven's bright glories we soon shall obtain, Nor sabbaths so peaceful be useless and vain. 113. The Resurrection. Southampton. 1 ANGELS, roll the rock away, 7's M. Scott. 114. 2 "T is the Saviour! angels, raise 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes; 4 Heaven unfolds her crystal gate ; King of Glory, mount thy throne, 5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs, The Resurrection. Troas, S. M. Kelly. 1 THE Lord is risen indeed! And are the tidings true? Yes, we beheld the Saviour bleed, 2 The Lord is risen indeed! 3 The Lord is risen indeed! Attending angels, hear; Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 115. 116. JESUS DYING AND RISING. 115, 116. 4 Then take your golden lyres, Jesus Dying and Rising. L. M. Watts. 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! 3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb; 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell Gratitude to Jesus. 8's & 7's M. 1 JESUS, Lord of life and glory, 2 We are debtors to thy kindness, Thousands wander on in blindness, 3 But 't is ours to read the pages, 4 Jesus, on thine arm relying, We would tread this earthly vale; Be our strength, when strength shall fail. 117. Jesus appearing to his Disciples. C. M. Woodstock. Montgomery. 1 ON the first Christian Sabbath eve, When his disciples met, O'er his lost fellowship to grieve, Nor knew the scripture yet. 2 Lo, in their midst his form was seen, Their Master's marred and wounded mien, 3 Then were they glad their Lord to know, 4 Be in our midst; let faith rejoice And make our spirits hear thy voice 5 And while with thee in social hours, |