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3 Champion! lay thine armor by ;
'Tis thine hour of victory!
S. M. 283. DODDRIDGE.
The attractive Influence of the Cross.
The Saviour lifted high!
Expire in agony !
Were all these sorrows borne ?
And meet that various scorn ?
For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died: 'Twas love, that bowed his fainting head,
And oped his gushing side.
In sympathy of love;
To lift my soul above.
C. M. 284. DODDRIDGE.
Looking in the Sepulchre.
Chase all your fears away ;
The place where Jesus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;
Such wonders love can do ;
Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs;
The Saviour lives again!
The conqueror could detain.
His once dishonored head; And through unnumbered years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
His empty tomb survey;
Through all his shining way.
Resurrection of Christ.
1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!
2 Christians, dry your flowing tears ;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Triumph in the scattered shade ;
anxious fears away ;
4 So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres;
1 ANGEL! roll the stone away!
Death! give up thy mighty prey!
Glowing in immortal bloom.
Now to glory see him rise!
Up to radiant worlds on high.
Enter, in thy glorious state!
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
i Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes;
2 There the splendid triumph waits ;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
4 Ever upwards let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Longing for a beavenly home.
Partners of thine endless reign;
Of angels round the throne,
To make the Saviour known:
In heaven ye view. 2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh arrayed,
And in a manger laid ;
3 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep,
To raise him from his sleep.
With joy unknown.
4. When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
Up to the throne of God;
5 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise;
Their own Redeemer's praise :
8 & 78. M.
The Cross of Christ.
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.