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Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,

The Saviour lives again!
4 With cheerful hope may every saint

The vale of death survey ;
Then rise with his ascending Lord

To realms of endless day.

HYMN 188. L. M. [# or b ]

Where Jesus bled. 1 From tribulation's gloomy vale,

Where Jesus bowed, where Jesus bled, The suffering, conquering Lamb of God

Shall lift on high his glorious head. 2 For rebel man the Saviour died ;

For man he burst the rocky tomb, And oped by death a door of hope,

That enters on the world to come. 3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death,

Christ Jesus' death has turned away; And Achor's vale, this vale of tears,

Now beams with everlasting day.

HYMN 189. C. M. [b]

Fountain opened.
1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day :

O may I there, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed of our God

Be saved, to sin no more.
4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save.

HYMN 190. C. M. [b or #]

Riches of the Cross. 1 With strange surprise the cross I view,

Where Jesus for me died,
And ask myself, If this be true,

What can I want beside ?
2 Give me the victories of that cross,

My soul shall ask no more ;
I count all other things but dross,

And this my heavenly store.
3 Riches on earth take wings and fly,

And earthly honours fade :
I have my treasures placed on high ;

The cross my honour made.

4 O had I Gabriel's tongue, to sing

The honours of my Lord,
To tell the victories of my King,

And all his love record !

HYMN 191. L. M. [#]

It is finished. 1 'Tis finished ! so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bowed his head, and died. 'Tis finished ! yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the victory won.
2 'Tis finished ! all that heaven decreed,

And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as was designed,

In Christ, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finished ! Aaron now no more

Must stain his robes with purple gore :
The sacred veil is rent in twain,

And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finished ! let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round : 'Tis finished ! let the echo fly Through heaven, and earth, and sea and sky.


HYMN 192. 75. M. [#]

Christ's Resurrection. 1 ANGELS, roll the rock away ;

Death, yield up the mighty prey ;
See, the Saviour leaves the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 Shout, ye seraphs ; Gabriel, raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth’s remotest bound

Echo to the blissful sound.
3 Heaven unfolds her portals wide;

Glorious Hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne:

Boundless empire is thine own. 4 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.

HYMN 193. P. M. [#]

Resurrection and Glory of Christ. 1 BEHOLD, the bright morning appears,

And Jesus revives from the grave !
His rising removes all our fears,

proves him almighty to save.

How strong were his tears and his cries !

The worth of his blood how divine ! How perfect his great sacrifice,

Who rose, though he suffered for sin ! 2 The Head that was covered with thorns,—

The Man who on Calvary died,
The Man who bore scourging and scorn,

Whom sinners agreed to deride,-
Now happy forever is made,

And life has rewarded his pain;
Now glory has covered his head :

This is the true Lamb that was slain. 3 Believing we share in his joy,

By faith we partake of his rest;
With him we can cheerfully die,

For with him we hope to be blest.
'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,

Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past,

And trust him for all that's to come.

HYMN 194. C. M. [#]

Sabbath Reflections.
1 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
2 Jesus, the Friend of human kind,

With strong compassion moved,
Descended from his Father, God,

To save the souls he loved.

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