Imatges de pÓgina

f 5 Exult, my soul, with holy joy ;

Hosannas be thy blest employ,
Salvation thine eternal theme,
And swell the song with Jesus' name.

S. M. Pentonville. St. Thomas, 120

Christ the Bread of Life.
BEHOLD the gift of God !

Sinners, adore his name,
Who shed for us his precious blood

Who bore our curse and shame.
2 Behold the living bread

Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead,

That he might ever live,
3 The Lord delights to give ;

He knows you've' nought to buy:
To Jesus haste-this bread receive,
shall never die.

S. M. Penton ville. Dover. 121

Christ the Sun of Righteousness.
WE lift our hearts to thee,

Thou day-star from on high ;
The sun itself is but thy shade,

Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 Oh let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the g!ories of thy love,

Come like the morning light.
3 How beauteous nature now!

How dark and sad before
With joy we view the pleasing change,

And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve,

To mourn for errors past;
And live this short revoiving day

As if it were our last. 122


Turin. Sabbath.
CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near ;
Day-star, in



2 Dark and cheerless is the mūrn,

If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,

Pierce the gloon of sin and grief ;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine !

Scatter all my unherief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect Jay.

88 & 78.

Sicilian Hymn. 123

Christ the Light of the World.
LIGHT of those whose creary dwelling

Borders on the shades of death !
Rise on us, thyself revealing,

Rise, and chase the clouds beneath.
2 Thou, of life and light Creator !

In our deepest darkness rise;
Scatter all the night of nature,

Pour the day upon our eyes.
3 Still we wait for thine appearing;

Life and joy tły beams impart;
Chasing all our fears, and cheering

Every meek and contrite heart.
4 Save us, in thy great compassion,

Oh thou Prince of peace and love!
Give the knowledge of salvation,

Fix our hearts on things above.
5 By thine all-sufficient merit,

Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.

Hotham, L24

Christ a Refuge.
JESUS, Saviour of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the raging billows roll,

While the tempest still is high :
All my trust on thee is stayed ;

All my help from thee I bring :
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

2 Other refuge have I none

Helpless hangs my soul on thee:
Leave, oh! leave me not alone!

Still support and comfort me.
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,

Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my snu! at last!

C. M. Franklin. Dedham 125

Christ the Way, Truth, and Life.
THOU art the way-to thee alone

From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the TRUTH-thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the LIFE-the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conquering arm,
And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death, nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way the TRUTH--the LIFE;

Grant us that way to know,
Tlat truth to keep-that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow. 126

S. M. Hudson. St. Thomas.
JESUS, my truth, my way,

My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble soul I stay,

Which thou wilt lead aright.
2 My wisdom, and my guide,

My counsellor thou art;
Oh never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart!

H. M. Darwell's. Trumph. 127

Resurrection of Christ.
YES! the Redeemer rose,

The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head;
In wild dismay,

Fall to the ground,
The guards around And sink away.

2 Behold th' angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet.
Joyful they come,

From realms of day
And wing their way

To Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly

The joyful news to bear -
Hark!-as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!
Their anthems say-

Hath left the dead “ Jesus, who bled, He rose to-day.”

4 Ye mortals! catch the sound

Redeemed by him from hell,
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell ;
Transported, cry Hath left the dead,

“ Jesus, who bled, No more to die.” 128

73. Bath Abbey. Lincoln. f! ANGELS! roll the rock away!

Death! yield up thy mighty prey !
See!-herises from the tomb,
Rises with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour-seraphs, raise
Your triumphant shouts of praise ;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Lift, ye saints--lift up your eyes !
Now to glory see him rise !
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide :
Gracious conqueror, through them ride,
King of glory! monnt thy throne,

Boundless empire is thine own.
ff 5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
Praise him in the noblest songs,

Praise him from ten thousand tongues. 129

C, M. Howard's. Litchfield.
BLEST morning, whose first dawning rays

Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his dark abode.

P 2 In the cold prison of a tomb

The great Redeemer lay-
Till the revolving skies had brought

The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force

To hold the Lord in vain;
f Behold the mighty conqueror rise,

And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, almighty Lord,

These sacred hours we pay,
ff And loud hosannas shall proclaim,
The triumph of the day.

S. M. St. Thomas. Paddington. 130 Redemption completed by the Resurrection.

" THE Lord is risen indeed!"

Then justice asks no more ;
Mercy and truth are now agreed,
Who stood opposed before.

2 « The Lord is risen indeed!"-

Then is his work performed
The mighty captive now is freed,
And death, our foe, disarmed.

3 « The Lord is risen indeed!”

Then hell has lost his prey :
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.

4 - The Lord is risen indeed!"-

Attending angels hear;
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.

ff 5 Then wake your golden Tyres,

And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs,

To sing our risen Lord. 131


Edyfieid. Lincoln.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:

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