Come sinners! trace in sad review

His grief, who bow'd, beneath your load He gave His anguish'd life for you,

Pour'd forth in streams of richest blood.

Yet, see! the Lord forsakes the tomb ;
In vain His foes forbid His rise;
Angelic legions guard Him home,

And shout His welcome to the skies.

Cease, cease 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 captive Death in chains.

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Sing, "Live for ever, wondrous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to save; "Thine arm has torn from death its sting, "And snatch'd the victory from the grave."

HYMN 28.

HAIL! the day that sees Him rise, Hallelujah.
Glorious to His native skies !

Christ, a while to mortals giv'n,
Enters now the highest heav'n.

There the glorious triumph waits-
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ has vanquish'd death and sin,
Take the King of glory in.

Lo! the heav'n its Lord receives !
Yet He loves the earth He leaves ;-
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own!

Still for us He intercedes,
His prevailing death He pleads:
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

O! though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.

HYMN 29.

HOSANNA to the Prince of light,

That cloth'd Himself in clay; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away.

Death is no more the King of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose :

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.

See how the conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,

With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.

There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach His blest abode, Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God.

HYMN 30.

THE Lord is ris'n indeed

And bids His members rise : Ye saints by Jesus freed,

Pursue Him to the skies:

This is the day the Lord hath made; Rejoice, and be for ever glad.

On this triumphant day

Peculiarly His own,

He calls His church to pray

And sing around His throne;

This is the day the Lord hath made; Rejoice, and be for ever glad.

Jesus to us impart

Thy resurrection's pow'r, And teach our quicken'd heart

Its living Lord t' adore,

To view with the redeem'd above,
Rejoicing in Thy pard'ning love.

Us by Thy grace assure,

Thou dost our sins forgive, And then our spirits pure

Unto Thyself receive,

To keep the day of rest above,
Rejoicing in Thy heavenly love.

HYMN 31.

THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more :

The light which scatters all your fears,
Your rising God, adore !

The saints, when He resign'd His breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;

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

Alone the dreadful race He ran,
Alone the wine-press trod :

He groans, He dies,-behold the Man!
He lives, behold the God!

In vain the watch, the stone, the seal,
Forbid the Lord to rise;

He breaks the gates of death and hell,
And opens Paradise!

SACRAMENT.

HYMN 32.

ISRAEL'S Shepherd! guide me, feed me,
Through my pilgrimage below;

And beside the waters lead me,
Where Thy flock, rejoicing go:
Could I wander, fear disdaining,
Could I quit the sheltering fold?
Heedless of Thy grace constraining,
In the strength of nature bold.

No Thy guardian presence ever,
Meekly kneeling I implore;

I have found Thee, and would never,
Never wander from Thee more :

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O how sweet, how comfortable,
In this wilderness to see
Such provision, and a table
Spread for sinners, yea, for me!

There Thy bounty still partaking,
Bread and consecrated wine ;
Freely all things else forsaking,
I behold the Saviour mine :
In that bruised body broken,
In the shedding of that blood,
What a gracious pledge and token,
Lord, have we for every good!

Come, my soul, temptation flying,
Arm thee for the strife within :
Jesus, thy Redeemer, dying,
Stamps an infamy on sin;

Yield, my heart, no longer harden'd,
Rouse thy every latent pow'r !
Cleansed, and wash'd, and freely pardon'd,
Go in peace, and sin no more.

HYMN 33.

MY GOD, and is Thy table spread ?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy goodness know.

Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,

Rich banquet of His flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heav'nly food.