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2 At his approaching dawn
Reluctant death resigned ;
His dark domains confined :
Heaven with hosannas rings,
Thy praise responsive sings ;-
HYMN 198. C. M. [#]
Faith in the Resurrection.
The dawn of heaven appears,
Its blushes round the spheres.
His flaming guards around;
His trumpet shakes the ground.
She sees the graves obey,
Salute the rising day.
When our returning King
On love's triumphant wing !
5 O may we then among them stand,
Clothed in celestial white :
Gives infinite delight.
HYMN 199. C. P. M. [#]
And thought of meaner things :
With healing in his wings.
Poured forth their joyful songs,
To whom that grace belongs.
To hymn the happy day,
Life's sceptre wide to sway.
HYMN 200. C. M. [#]
Hope of the Resurrection. 1 BLEST be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord ;
Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
That they should never die.
Command our flesh to dust?
So all his followers must.
Reserved against that day ; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot fade
Till the salvation come;
Till Christ shall call us home.
HYMN 201. C. M. [#]
Emblems of the Resurrection. 1 All nature dies, and lives again :
The flowers that paint the field,
And boughs and blossoms yield;2 These all resign their beauteous form
At winter's stormy blast,
A desolated waste.
3 Yet soon reviving plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain;
And flourish green again.
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
the grave become to us
And mingle with the blest.
5 O may
HYMN 202. L. P. M. [#]
Life, Death, and Resurrection.
grave : Who can prolong his vital breath? Who from the bold demands of death
Hath skill to fly, or power to save ? 2 But let no murmuring heart complain, That, therefore, man is made in vain,
Nor the Creator's grace distrust; For though his servants, day by day, Go to their graves, and turn to clay,
A bright reward attends the just. 3 Jesus hath made thy purpose known, A new and better life hath shown,
And we the glorious tidings hear :
Eternal praises to the Lord,
And find a resurrection there.
HYMN 203. P. M. [#]
Hymn for Easter. 1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die : Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound
him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save :
Loud was the chorus of angels on high
The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy,
The being he gave us death cannot destroy : Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend :
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,