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.
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.
3 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!
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!
Christ seen of Angels.
1 O YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
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;
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, Your rising Lord,
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,
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
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
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.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night!
Dayspring from on high, be near!
Day-star, in my heart appear!
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart
Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
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