Nor hell in arms against the Son, HYMN XCII. c. M. [S. STENNETT.] YONDER, amazing fight! I fee Th' incarnate Son of God, 2 Behold! a purple torrent run 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, And with th' amaz'd Centurion cry, 4 So great, fo vaft a facrifice If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 50 that these cords of love divine, Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine; HYMN XCIII. L, M. JOHN RELLY.] L' And fing he di'd and lives again 2 He bare our curfe, our debt he paid, 3 "This finish'd, faith the dying God, 4 In Jefus, bleeding on the crofs. He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, 5 Quickly he breaks death's feeble chain, 6 Let all the fons of Zion fing Unwearied praife, to Chrift their King, HYMN XCIV. P. M. [DODDRIDge.] YES, the Redeemer rofe; The Saviour left the dead; And o'er our hellish foes High rais'd his conq'ring head: 2 Lo! the angelic bands To wait his high commands, Joyful they come, and wing their way Their anthems fay," Jefus who bled 4 Ye mortals catch the found, All bail, triumphant Lord, Who fav'd us with thy blood! Wide be thy name ador'd, Thou rifing, reigning God! With thee we rife, with thee we reign, And empires gain beyond the skies. HYMN XCV. C. M. [WATTS.] He is Rifen: He is not here. LEST morning, whofe young dawning rays That faw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his last abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb The dear Redeemer lay,. 'Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force The fleeping conqueror arofe, 4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, 5 Salvation and immortal praife I Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and feas, With glad Hofannas ring. HYMN XCVI. C. M. [HOWARD'S COLL.] Jefus brought back from the dead. And loud hofannas fung; Let gladnefs dwell in ev'ry heart, 2 Jefus, the friend of human kind, 3 The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain, He fhook their kingdom when he fell, 4 Not long the toils of hell could keep And now his conq'ring chariot wheels While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross, 6 Exalted high at God's right hand, Thro' him is pard'ning love difpens'd, HYMN XCVII. L. M. [PEACOCK.] IN Jefus who was crucified, Alone we glory and confide; Let ev'ty tongue with joy confefs, The Lord our ftrength and righteoufnefs. 2 For us, redemption to obtain, The fpotlefs Lamb of God was flain ;- For ever lives our caufe to plead. 4 Behold, enthron'd at God's right hand, Our powerful interceffor ftand! The Father's reconciled face Our joyful fouls with rapture trace. |