2 The Lord is risen indeed; He lives, to die no more;
He lives, his people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 3 The Lord is risen indeed; Attending angels, hear;
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, The joyful tidings bear:-
4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join, all ye bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord.
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
If we suffer with Him we shall reign with Him.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,- Fought the fight, the battle won: Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,- Christ has burst the gates of hell : Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King; Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Follow our exalted head;
Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Christ, the first-fruits.
NING praise! the tomb is void Where the Redeemer lay; Sing of our bonds destroy'd, Our darkness turn'd to day. 2 Weep for your dead no more; Friends, be of joyful cheer; Our Star moves on before, Our narrow path shines clear. 3 He who, so patiently,
The crown of thorns did wear,— He hath gone up on high; Our hope is with him there. 4 Now is his truth reveal'd, His majesty, and might; The grave has been unseal'd; Christ is our life and light. 5 He who for men did weep; Suffer, and bleed, and die,— First-fruits of them that sleep,- Christ has gone up on high. 6 His vict'ry hath destroy'd The shafts that once could slay: Sing praise! the tomb is void Where the Redeemer lay.
UR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led,Dragg'd to the portals of the sky: There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay ;Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way!
2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of glory? Who?
The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ;- The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;- And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? Who?
The Lord, of glorious power possess'd;The King of saints and angels too;God over all, forever blest!
28th P. M. 10s, 11s, & 12. The voice of triumph.
LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die; Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him,
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high,- The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ; The being he gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we may part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend: Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
Ascension day.
H Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
AIL the day that sees Him rise,
Christ, awhile to mortals given, Reascends his native heaven.
2 There the pompous triumph waits: Lift your heads, eternal gates; Wide unfold the radiant scene; Take the King of glory in.
3 Circled round with angel powers, Their triumphant Lord and ours, Conqu❜ror over death and sin,- Take the King of glory in.
4 Him though highest heaven receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 5 See, he lifts his hands above! See, he shows the prints of love! Hark, his gracious lips bestow Blessings on his Church below!
3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Glory to glory's King. YOD is gone up on high, G a
With a triumphant noise,
The clarions of the sky
Proclaim the' angelic joys:
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King.
2 All power to our great Lord Is by the Father given; By angel hosts "adored,
He reigns supreme in heaven: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King.
3 High on his holy seat,
He bears the righteous sway; His foes beneath his feet
Shall sink and die away: Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King.
4 Till all the earth, renew'd In righteousness divine, With all the hosts of God,
In one great chorus join,
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing; Glory ascribe to glory's King.
HIS PRIESTHOOD AND INTERCESSION.
King of kings and Lord of lords.
THE head that once was crown'd with thorns,
Is crown'd with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords, Is to our Jesus given;
The King of kings, and Lord of lords, He reigns o'er earth and heaven-
3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love, And grants his Name to know.
4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given;
Their name an everlasting name, Their joy-the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,- They reign with him above; Their everlasting joy to know The myst❜ry of his love.
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