HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix, 30.
IS finish'd:-so the Saviour cried;
1 TS And meekly bow'd his head, and died!
'Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,-
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heav'n decreed,
And all that ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.
3 'Tis finish'd:-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finish'd:-this my dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone;
• Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
-By this my last expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd:-Heav'n is reconcil'd, And all the pow'rs of darkness spoil'd: o Peace, love, and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men. -6 'Tis finish'd:-let the joyful sound Be heard thro' all the nations round: s 'Tis finish'd:-let the echo fly,
Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky.
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b*]
CHRIST's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.
P1H dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughter's weep around!
a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
d A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
p He shed a thousand drops for you-
A thousand drops of richer blood,
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree→→
a The Lord of glory dies for men!
o But, lo! what sudden joys we see!
d Jesus the dead-revives again!
o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's courts he flies!
g Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
u 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,
d And led the tyrant death-in chains.
£ 6 Say, "Live forever glorious King,
"Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
d Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vic'try boasting grave?"
HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]
Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii, 6.
ARK! the herald angels say,
Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day! o Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly.
ẹ 2 Love's redeeming work is done! Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry won! Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sits 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 has open'd Paradise.
o 4 Lives again our glorious king,
d "Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,
d"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
-5 What though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents fall;-
• Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ forever live.
HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]
HAIL, the day that saw him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
e Christ awhile to mortals giv❜n,
Reascends his native heaven:
-There the pompous triumph waits;
e 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.
o 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home.
o 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 23. L. M. Oporto. [*] CHRIST's Death, Resurrection and Ascension. Acts ii,
1 NOME tune, ye saints, your noblest strains, Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King,
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell,
And, dying, finish'd all your woes.
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd; while hymning angels round,
Thro' the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious pow'r!
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.
5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace,
Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face,
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*] CHRIST'S Resurrection and Ascension. Matt. xxviii, 2 d 1 NGELS, roll the rock away!
A Death, yield up the mighty prey!
s See, the Saviour quits the tomb-
Glowing with immortal bloom.
u 2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
-Let the earth's remotest bound,
Echo to the blissful sound.
o 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail and sing th' incarnate God,
g 4 Heav'n unfolds her portals wide→→→→
Glorious Hero, thro' them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.
s 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
-6 Let Emmanuel be ador'd-
d Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
o To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound. GIBBONS.
HYMN 25. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth. [*]
Praise to the REDEEMER.
1 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lips thy name?
-Lord of man, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.
-2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days!
o Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just, exalted praise.
g 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand beyond a seraphs thought
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought. Hal. 4 For thy providence that governs, Thro' thine empire's wide domain;
e Wings an angel-guides a sparrow→→→ Blessed be thy gentle reign.
e 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, Dark thro' brightness all along!
e Thought is poor, and poor expression, Who dare sing that awful song?
-6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise, unutter'd lie?
d Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence! Sing the Lord who came to die.
e 7 Did archangels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? -Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise. 8 From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest wo
All to ransom guilty captives!
S Flow my praise, for ever flow.
o 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour;
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
g Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all thine own. Hallelujah, &c.
HYMN 26. C. M. Marlborough. [*]
Coronation of Christ. Cant. iii, 11.
A Let angels prostrate fall;
LL hail the power of Jesus' name!
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