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Godly sorrow at the cross.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:

Here, Lord, I give myself away,— 'Tis all that I can do.

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Glory to the dying Lamb.

ALL glory to the dying Lamb,

And never-ceasing praise,

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While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace.

2 With this cold stony heart cf mine, Jesus, to thee I flee;

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
30 may the uncorrupted Seed
Abide and reign within;
And thy life-giving word forbid
My new-born soul to sin.

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JESUS CHRIST.

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Dying, rising, reigning.

HF dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground:
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,-
A thousand drops of richer blood.
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what sudden joys we see:
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
The rising God forsakes the tomb;
(In vain the tomb forbids his rise ;)
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains:
Say, Live forever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save; Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting? And, Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

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Easter Sunday.

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Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee.
We blest and pious grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By the eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises, who mankind has bought,
With grief and pain extreme:

'Twas great to speak the world from naught; 'Twas greater to redeem.

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Paradise opened.

HE Sun of righteousness appears,

HE Sun of

THE
To set in blood

Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears,—

Your rising Sun adore.

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2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath,
Unclosed their sleeping eyes;

He breaks again the bands of death,-
Again the dead arise.

3 Alone the dreadful race he ran,

Alone the wine-press trod;

He dies and suffers as a man,

He rises as a God.

4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Forbid an early rise

To Him, who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens Paradise.

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Joy from the certainty of His resurrection.

HE Lord is risen indeed;

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The grave hath lost its prey;

S. M.

With him shall rise the ransom'd seed,
To reign in endless day.

2 The Lord is risen indeed;
He lives, to die no more;

He lives, his people's cause t▷ plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
3 The Lord is risen indeed;
Attending angels, hear;

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear:-

4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

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5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.

If we suffer with Him we shall reign with Him.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

of men and angels say:

Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,—
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,--
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Follow our exalted head;

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

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Ascension day.

AIL the day that sees Him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends his native heaven.

2 There the pompous triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of glory in.

3 Circled round with angel powers,
Their triumphant Lord and ours,
Conqu❜ror over death and sin,-
Take the King of glory in.

4 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
5 See, he lifts his hands above!
See, he shows the prints of love!
Hark, his gracious lips bestow
Blessings on his Church below!

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Glory to glory's King.
YOD is gone up on high,

G With a triumphant noise,

The clarions of the sky

Proclaim the' angelic joys:

Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

2 All power to our great Lord
Is by the Father given;
By angel hosts adored,

He reigns supreme in heaven:
Join all on earth, rejoice and sing;
Glory ascribe to glory's King.