3 Here's love and grief beyond degree-
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead-revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant, death-in chains.
6 Say, "Live forever glorious King,
"Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask "O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave!"
10 the cross where Jesus dies,
Where my Lord resigns his breath
Where affliction veils his eyes,
Swimming in the tears of death:
Thither bringing all my guilt,
From avenging wrath I flee,
To the blood of sprinkling spilt--
Spilt to set the sinner free.
2'Mid convulsive agonies,
Peace his quivering lips impart;
Pardon seal'd by broken sighs
Issuing from a bursting heart;
Let me feel this healing power,
Let this harden'd heart of stone,
Melt beneath the purple shower,
From his body trickling down.
3 On those temples, crown'd with thorns,
Suff'ring majesty appears;
Love that dying face adorns,
Stain'd with blood and soil'd with tears;
Pierce the shadows of the heart,
With the light'ning of that eye;
Smiles of peace to me impart,
Let me feel, or I must die!
NGELS! roll the rock away!
Death! yield up the mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph, up the sky-
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs!
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and storng!
AIL, the day that saw him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n,
Reascends his native heaven;
There the pompous triumph waits;
"Lift your heads eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of glory in!"
2 Him tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee:
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,-
Grant our souls may thither rise-
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home:
There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-
Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee.
HYMN 119. C. M. COLLYER.
Luke xxiv. 50, 51.
T is the voice of love divine, That strikes the list'ning ear, That sooths his mourning follower's grief, And wipes the falling tear: 2Because I leave this world'-he cries, 'Your weeping eyes o'erflow; But tho' I seek my native skies, My heart remains below.' 3' My Spirit shall descend, and rest Upon each faithful head, Till I, your Lord, return to call My servants from the dead.'
4 He said-and lifting up his hands, Pronounc'd his parting prayer; bright descending
Convey'd him thro' the air.
5 With solemn awe his followers view'd
The splendor of the scene,
While the unfolding gates of light
Receiv'd the Saviour in.
6 Burning with holy zeal, they spread,
And we, like them, with faith and joy
Expect our risen Lord,
Phil. ii. 8, 9. Col. ii: 15.0/99 di
THE mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise,
That e'er the God of love design'd,
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind.
2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue:
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.
3 Proclaim inimitable love;
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, Puts off the beams of bright array, And veils the God in mortal clay. 4 He that distributes crowns and thrones Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans; The prince of life resigns his breath, The King of glory bows to death!
5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.
6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd ;
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood;
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.
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