HYMN 21. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]
Christ's Resurrection. Matt. xxviii, 6.
d1 HARK! the herald angels say,
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! o Raise your joys and triumphs high, Let the glorious tidings fly.
e 2 Love's redeeming work is done! Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry 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 has open'd Paradise.
o 4 Lives again our glorious king,
d 'Where, Ŏ death, is now thy sting?"
e Once he died our souls to save,
d 'Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?'
-5 What though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;-
o Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ for ever live.
HYMN 22. 7s. Epiphany. [*]
AIL, the day that saw him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
e Christ, awhile to mortals given,
o Reascends his native heaven:
-There the pompous triumph waits;
e Lift your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
'Take the King of glory in!"
-2 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent, his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race
e 3 Master, (may we ever say,)
Taken from the world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee.
Grant, though parted from our sight,
-High above yon azure height,-
Grant our souls may thither rise-
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
o 4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come-
Looking for a happier home.
o There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see-
Find a heaven of heavens in thee.
HYMN 23. L. M. Oporto. [*]
Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. Acts ii, 32-36.
1 OME, tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo, to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour King.
2 In songs of grateful rapture tell,
How he subdu'd your potent foes;
Subdu'd the powers of death and hell,
And, dying, finish'd all your woes.
3 Then to his glorious throne on high,
Return'd; while hymning angels round,
Through the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
4 Almighty love, victorious power!
Not angel tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour-
The joys of that illustrious day.
5 Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace
Fill ev'ry heart, and every tongue;
Till the full glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
HYMN 24. 7s. Redeeming Love. [*]
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension. Matt. xxviii, 2.
d 1 ANGELS, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up the mighty prey!
s See, the Saviour quits the tomb-
Glowing with immortal bloom.
u 2 Shout, ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Thine eternal trump of praise;
-Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.
o 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conqueror mount the skies;
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
g 4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide-
Glorious Hero, through them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne;
Boundless empire is thine own.
s 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
-6 Let Emmanuel be ador'd―
d Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
o To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.
HYMN 25. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth. [*]
'M' May an infant lisp thy name?
IGHTY God, while angels bless thee,
-Lord of man, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen. -2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days!
o Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just, exalted praise.
g 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand beyond a seraph's thought
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought. Hal.
4 For thy providence that governs, Through thine empire's wide domain;
e Wings an angel-guides a sparrowBlessed be thy gentle reign.
e 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, Dark through brightness all along!
e Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who dare sing that awful song?
-6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unutter'd lie? d Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord, who came to die. e 7 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
-Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.
8 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo-
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, for ever flow,
o 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour;
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
g Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all thine own. Hallelujah, &c.
HYMN 26. C. M. Marlborough. [*]
Coronation of Christ. Cant. iii, 11.
1 LL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him-Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fix'd this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Crown him ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him-Lord of all.
-4 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David, Lord, did call :
The God incarnate! Man Divine!
And crown him-Lord of all.
-5 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.
c 6 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
-Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him-Lord of all.
7 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.
HYMN 27. 6 & 4. Trinity. [*]
Jesus is King. Rev. xiv, 3.
1ET us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice
Each creature, sing;
Angels-begin the song,
Mortals the strains prolong,
In accents sweet and strong,-
-2 Proclaim abroad his name,
Tell of his matchless fame-
What wonders done;
Shout through hell's dark profound,
Let the whole earth resound,
Till the high heavens rebound-
"The vict'ry's won.'
-3 He vanquish'd sin and hell,
And the last foe will quell;
Mourners, rejoice!
His dying love adore:
o Praise him, now rais'd in power, And triumph ever more,
With a glad voice.
o 4 All hail the glorious day,
When through the heavenly way,
Lo, he shall come!
e While they who pierc'd him wail, His promise shall not fail;
o Saints, see your King prevail; d Come, dear Lord, come!
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