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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.

78. M.



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


to save. 3 Ye who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade;

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.

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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!

78. M.



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!


H. M.

Christ seen of Angels.
1 O YE immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble

To make the Saviour known:
On earth


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, For such a birth,
And peace on earth,

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,
And all adored

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!

8 & 7s. 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

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. 5 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.

78. M.

290. C. WESLEY.

Sun of Righteousness.
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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