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3 Lo! Messiah unrespected,
Wounds his form disfig'ring,
All our sorrows carrying.
Yet was 'number'd with the worst :
For his own offences curst.
Stricken, smitten for our guilt ::. With his stripes our wounds are cured, By his pains our peace assured,
Purchas'd with the blood he spilt, 6 Love amazing, so to mind us ! Shepherd come from heaven to find us
Silly sheep all gone astray !
Debters without hope. to pay.
To a glorious liberty :
Truth and love have made us free,
8 Blessed be the pow'r who gave uss
Bless'd the Son, who freely came :
Be to God, and to the Lamb..
Revives, and rises from the grave,
And lives to die no more. 2 Children of God, look
Triumphant o'er the tomb:
And soon will take you home. 3
His church is still his joy and crown,
On her he did redeem:
And ever reign with him.
4 O may we all from sin awake,
Near our exalted Head !
To carnal pleasures dead.!
H Y M N
Sons of men and angels fay!
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
CHRIST hath burst the gates of hell ::
Christ hath open'd Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King,
Where, o death, is now thy fting!
Where thy victory, O grave ! 5 Soar we now where CHRIST hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
6 What tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents fall;
In our heav'nly Adam live. 7 Hail, the Lord of earth and heav'n!:
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Hail, the resurrection-Thou ! 8 King of glory! foul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this
The Sun of righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more!
Your rising Sun adore. 2. The saints, when he resign’d his breatby,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;
Again the dead arise.
Alone the wine-prefs trod;
He riles as a Gop.
4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Forbid an early rise,
And opens Paradise.
HY M N 326. THE RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION Sinar OF CHRIST.
That cloth'd himself in clay; ?
And tore the bars away.
Since our IMMANUEL role;
And spoil'd our hellith foes.
And to his Father flies;
And triumph in his eyes.
: Sweet be the accents of our songs,
To our incarnate God..,,' 5 Bright Angels, strikeyour loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raife;
Sound our IMMANUEL's praise.