3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind his soul in death;

He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

4 And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke, beneath the Victor's cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

5 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below,

Through him is pardoning love dispensed,
And boundless blessings flow.

HYMN 195. C. M. [#]

Lord's Day Morning.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb !

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand grateful lips still join
To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

C. M. [#]

HYMN 196. C. M.

Lord's Day.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 Hosanna to our heavenly King,
To God's anointed Son;

Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

4 Hosanna in the highest strain
Our souls on earth can raise ;
And when in heaven with him we reign,
We'll render nobler praise.

HYMN 197. H. M. [#]

Ascension.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,

Shake off each slothful band;
The wonders of this day

Our Sabbath songs demand.
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.

2 At his approaching dawn

Reluctant death resigned;
The glorious Prince of life

His dark domains confined:
Angelic hosts around him bend,
And shout to see the Lord ascend.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Heaven with hosannas rings,
While earth in humble strains

Thy praise responsive sings ;-
Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.

HYMN 198. C. M. [#]

Faith in the Resurrection.

1 Lo, faith beholds the scattered shades,
The dawn of heaven appears,
And the bright morning gently spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

2 Faith sees the Lord of glory come,
His flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
His trumpet shakes the ground.

3 She hears the voice, Ye dead, arise!
She sees the graves obey,

And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute the rising day.

4 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward, through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!

5 O may we then among them stand,
Clothed in celestial white :

The meanest place at his right hand
Gives infinite delight.

HYMN 199. C. P. M. [#]

Resurrection.

1 ARISE, and hail the happy day ;
Cast all low cares of life away,

And thought of meaner things:
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.

2 If angels, on that happy morn,
The Saviour of the world was born,
Poured forth their jofyul songs,
Much more should we, of human race,
Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom that grace belongs.

3 O, then, let heaven and earth rejoice,
Let every creature join his voice,
To hymn the happy day,

When Jesus triumphed o'er his foes,
As from the shades of death he rose,
Life's sceptre wide to sway.

HYMN 200. C. M. [#]

Hope of the Resurrection.

1 BLEST be the everlasting God,

The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 What though his uncontrolled decree
Command our flesh to dust?
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day;
"Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN 201. C. M. [#]

Emblems of the Resurrection.

1 ALL nature dies, and lives again :

The flowers that paint the field,

The trees that crown the mountain's brow, And boughs and blossoms yield ;—

2 These all resign their beauteous form
At winter's stormy blast,

And leave the naked, leafless plain
A desolated waste.