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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,

And 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.

3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain

To bind his soul in death ;
He shook their kingdom, when he fell,

With his expiring breath.
4 And now his conquering chariot wheels

Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke, beneath the Victor's cross,

Death’s iron sceptre lies.
5 Exalted high at God's right hand;

And Lord of all below,
Through him is pardoning love dispensed,

And boundless blessings flow.

HYMN 195. C. M. [#]

Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAiN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
O what a sun which broke, this day,

Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

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

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand grateful lips still join

To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

HYMN 196. C. M. [#]

Lord's Day. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made ;

He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne. 2 Hosanna to our heavenly King,

To God's anointed Son ;
Help us, O Lord ; descend, and bring

Salvation from thy throne. 3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men

With messages of grace ;
Who comes in God his Father's name,

To save our sinful race.
4 Hosanna in the highest strain

Our souls on earth can raise ;
And when in heaven with him we reign,

We'll render nobler praise,

HYMN 197. H. M. [#]

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,

Shake off each slothful band;
The wonders of this day

Our Sabbath songs demand.
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.

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