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3 Champion! lay thine armor by;
'T is thine hour of victory!
All thy toils are now o'erpast;
Thou hast found thy rest at last;
All hath faithfully been done,
And the world's salvation won.

The attractive Influence of the Cross.

BEHOLD the amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us he bled,

And all in torture died:

'T was love, that bowed his fainting head, And oped his gushing side.

4

I see, and I adore

In sympathy of love;

I feel the strong, attractive power

To lift my soul above.

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284.

Doddridge.

Looking in the Sepulchre.

1 YE humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;

And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;
Such wonders love can do ;
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

3 Then raise your eyes

and tune your songs;

The Saviour lives again!

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqueror could detain.

4 High o'er the angelic bands, he rears
His once dishonored head;

And through unnumbered years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.

5 With joy like his shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
Through all his shining way.

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285.

COLLYER.

Resurrection of Christ.

1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!

Day of triumph through the skies!
See the glorious Saviour rise!

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.

Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay.

4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.

1 ANGEL! roll the stone away!
Death! give up thy mighty prey!
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom.

2 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise!

Mark his progress through the sky,
Up to radiant worlds on high.

3 Heaven unfolds its crystal gate;
Enter, in thy glorious state!
King of glory, mount thy throne,
'Tis thy Father's and thy own!

4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs; Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ; Praise him in the noblest songs,

Praise him from ten thousand tongues!

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287.

SALISBURY COL.

The Ascension.

1 HAIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes;
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Now ascends his native heaven.

2 There the splendid triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.

3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though ascending to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 Ever upwards let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for a heavenly home.

5 There with thee may we remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Finding all our heaven in thee!

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288.

Doddridge.

Christ seen of Angels.

1 O YE immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song

To make the Saviour known:

On earth ye knew

His beauteous face

His wondrous grace; In heaven ye view.

2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild,

And in a manger laid;

And praise to God,

And peace on earth,

For such a birth,
Proclaimed aloud.

3 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep,
Till that blest moment come
To raise him from his sleep.

Then rolled the stone,
And all adored

Your rising Lord,
With joy unknown.

4 When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;

And waved around And struck your strings

Your golden wings,

Of sweetest sound.

5 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise;
While mortals sing with you

Their own Redeemer's praise:

And thou, my heart, And joy the same,

With equal flame,

Perform thy part!

The Cross of Christ.

BOWRING.

1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.