For the Sunday before Easter.

145 ALL glory, laud, and honor,

To thee, Redeemer, King!

To whom the lips of children

Made sweet Hosannas ring.
All glory, etc.

2 Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,

Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.

All glory, etc.

3 The company of angels

Are praising thee on high,
And mortal men, and all things
Created make reply.

All glory, etc.

4 The throngs who came to meet thee
With palms before thee went;

Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before thee we present.

All glory, etc.

5 To thee, before thy Passion,

They sang their hymns of praise;

To thee, now high exalted,

Our melody we raise.

All glory, etc.

6 Thou didst accept their praises,

Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, etc.

Fine.

146

ANGELS, roll the rock away;

Death, yield up thy mighty prey :
See! he rises from the tomb,
Bright with heaven's immortal bloom.
"T is the Saviour! Angels, raise
Your triumphant songs of praise;
Let the world's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

2 O ye people, lift your eyes,
High in glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
All on earth, in humble strain,
Sing the mighty Saviour's reign!

8 Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Over thee the Lord is King;
Where, O grave, thy victory ?
Christ no more in thee doth lie.
Heaven unfolds her portals wide,
Glorious Hero, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount thy throne,
Heaven and earth are all thine own.

D. C.

147 THE strife is o'er, the battle done:

The triumph of the Lord is won:

O let the song of praise be sung.

Alleluia!

2 The powers of death have done their worst,

And Jesus hath his foes dispersed :

Let shouts of praise and joy outburst. Alleluia ! ·

3 On this third morn he rose again

In glorious majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.

Alleluia !

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let songs of joy his triumphs tell.

Alleluia !

4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well
Naught from us his love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell,

Tear us from his keeping ever.

Alleluia !

9:24

5 Jesus lives! to him the throne
Over all the world is given :
May we go where he is gone,
Rest and reign with him in heaven.

Alleluia !

HOU art gone up on high,

149 THOU

To realms beyond the skies,
And round thy throne unceasingly

Sweet songs of praise arise.

2 Thou art gone up on high,

But thou didst first come down
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto thy crown.

3 But we are lingering here

With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.

4 Here, girt with griefs and fears,

Our onward course must be ;
But only let this path of tears
Lead us at last to thee.