146 Godly sorrow at the cross. C. M. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away,'Tis all that I can do. 147 Glory to the dying Lamb. ALL to the iny praise, C. M. While angels live to know thy name, Or men to feel thy grace. 2 With this cold stony heart of mine, Jesus, to thee I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, 30 may the uncorrupted seed THE RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION OF JESUS CHRIST. 148 L. M. Dying, rising, reigning. E 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? 149 Easter Sunday. C. M. THE Loncert with the blest, In Who, joyful in harmonious .lays, 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, By hymns of praise we learn to be 3 On this glad day a brighter scene 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. 150 THE Paradise opened. HE Sun of righteousness appears, Adore the Scatt'rer of your fears,— C. M. 2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, Unclosed their sleeping eyes; He breaks again the bands of death,- 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran,— 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. 151 S. M. Joy from the certainty of His resurrection HE Lord is risen indeed; TH The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransom'd seed, To reign in endless day. 2 The Lord is risen indeed; He lives, his people's cause to plead, 3 The Lord is risen indeed; Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 4 Then take your golden lyres, 152 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. If we suffer with Him we shall reign with Him. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,- 4 Lives again our glorious King; 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Made like him, like him we rise; 153 33d P. M. 66, 66. Christ, the first-fruits. SIN NING praise! the tomb is void The crown of thorns did wear,- Suffer, and bleed, and die,- 154 The King of glory. L. M. UR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led,— Dragg'd to the portals of the sky: There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay ;Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! |