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.

RESURRECTION OF CHRIST.

HYMN 192. 7s. 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. [#]

Ascension.

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.