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Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again! 4 With cheerful hope may every saint
The vale of death survey ; Then rise with his ascending Lord
To realms of endless day.
HYMN 188. L. M. [# or b ]
Where Jesus bled. 1 From tribulation's gloomy vale,
Where Jesus bowed, where Jesus bled, The suffering, conquering Lamb of God
Shall lift on high his glorious head. 2 For rebel man the Saviour died ;
For man he burst the rocky tomb, And oped by death a door of hope,
That enters on the world to come. 3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death,
Christ Jesus' death has turned away; And Achor's vale, this vale of tears,
Now beams with everlasting day.
HYMN 189. C. M. 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
Lose all their guilty stains.
That fountain in his day :
O may I there, though vile as he,
Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed of our God
Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
I'll sing thy power to save.
HYMN 190. C. M. [b or #]
Riches of the Cross. 1 With strange surprise the cross I view,
Where Jesus for me died,
What can I want beside ?
My soul shall ask no more ;
And this my heavenly store.
And earthly honours fade :
The cross my honour made.
4 O had I Gabriel's tongue, to sing
The honours of my Lord,
And all his love record !
HYMN 191. L. M. [#]
It is finished. 1 'Tis finished ! so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head, and died. 'Tis finished !
the race is run,
And all the ancient prophets said,
In Christ, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finished ! Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore :
And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finished ! let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round :
RESURREOTION OF CHRIST.
HYMN 192. 7s. M. [#]
Death, yield up the mighty prey;
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
Echo to the blissful sound.
Glorious Hero, through them ride;
Boundless empire is thine own. 4 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
HYMN 193. P. M. [#]
Resurrection and Glory of Christ. 1 Behold, the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the
grave e ! His rising removes all our fears,
And proves him almighty to save.
How strong were his tears and his cries !
The worth of his blood how divine !
Who rose, though he suffered for sin ! 2 The Head that was covered with thorns,
The Man who on Calvary died,
Whom sinners agreed to deride,
And life has rewarded his pain;
This is the true Lamb that was slain. 3 Believing we share in his joy,
By faith we partake of his rest ;
For with him we hope to be blest.
Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.
HYMN 194. C. M. [#]
And loud hosannas sung ;
And praise on every tongue.
With strong compassion moved,
To save the souls he loved.