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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.

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5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. If we suffer with Him we shall reign with Him.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

of men angels say: and 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.

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33d P. M. 66, 66. Christ, the first-fruits.

SING

ING praise! the tomb is void
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.

154

L. M.

The King of glory.

1;

OUR

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!

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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!

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28th P. M. 10s, 11s, & 12. The voice of triumph.

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IFT 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.

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5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Ascension day.

HALL

AIL the day that sees Him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes! 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!
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3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s.
Glory to glory's King.
OD is gone up on high,

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.

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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.
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C. M.

King of kings and Lord of lords.

THE head that once was crown'd with thorns,

Is with glory now;

crown'd

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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