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And did my Sov'reign die ?
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.
The debt of love I owe:
'Tis all that I can do.
And never-ceasing praise,
Or men to feel thy grace. 2 With this cold stony heart of mine,
Jesus, to thee I flee;
To be renew'd by thee.
Abide and reign within ;
My new-born soul to sin.
THE RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION OF
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
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 spoild 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 gravo ? 149
In concert with the blest,
Employ an endless rest.
2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee.
We blest and pious grow;
Triumphant here below.
Of glory was display'd,
This universe was made.
With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak the world from naught;
'Twas greater to redeem. 150
Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears,
Your rising Sun adore.
Unclosed their sleeping eyes ;
Again the dead arise.
Alone the wine-press trod; He dies and suffers as a man,
He rises as a God.
Forbid an early rise
And opens Paradise. 151
Joy from the certainty of His resurrection.
The grave hath lost its prey ;
To reign in endless day.
2 The Lord is risen indeed;
He lives, to die no more;
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,
Ard strike each cheerful chord ; Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. If we suffer with Him we shall reign with Him. HRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Son3 of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high ; Sing, yo 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, 0 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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Ravish'd from our wishful eyes !
3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 83. Glory to glory's King. OD is gone up on high,
The clarions of the sky
Proclaim the' angelic joys:
Is by the Father given;
He reigns supreme in heaven: