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He burst from the fetters of darkness

that bound Him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high, "The Saviour hath risen, and man shall

not die!" 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy: The being He gave us, death cannot

destroy: Sad were the life we must part with to

morrow, Il tears were our birthright, and death

were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley

of sorrow, And bids us immortal to Heaven

ascend: Lift up your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall

not die!

C.M. 170 Come, see the place where the

Lord lay.-Matt. 28, 6. 1

Y Chasebali your fears away,

E humble souls that seek the Lord, And bow with pleasure down to see

The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;

Such wonders love can do;
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,

Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 Then raise your eyes, and tune your

songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death

The Conqueror could detain. 4 High o'er the angelic bands He rears

His once dishonoured head; And through unnumbered years He

Who dwelt among the dead.
5 With joy like His let every saint

His empty tomb survey
Then rise with his ascending Lord
Though all the shining way.

C.M. 171 who hath abolished death.—2 Tim.

1, 10. 1 BRIGHT sunbeams deck the joyful

(sky, All heaven is shouting, Victory,

And hell is in despair.
2 This morn our mighty King arose

From death's infernal cave,
And many a saint to welcome Him

Hath left his ancient grave.
3 In vain they sealed the sepulchre,

In vain they watched His tomb; The Lord hath gained the victory,

And death is overcome. 4 Then weep no more at death's dark

Let no more tears be shed; (power, For Christ, the vanquisher of death,

Is risen from the dead.
5 To Him, who battle did with death,

In pain and peril sore,
To Him who gained the victory,

Be praises evermore.
172 Though He was crucified

yet He liveth.10 CHRISTI our hope, our heart's

Redemption's only spring ![desire, Creator of the world art Thou,

Its Saviour and its King. 2 How vast the mercy and the love,

Which laid our sins on Thee, And led Thee to a cruel death,

To set Thy people free!
3 But now the bonds of death are burst

The ransom has been paid;
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne,

In glorious robes arrayed.
4 0 may Thy mighty love prevail

Our sinful souls to spare!
O may we come before Thy throne,

And find acceptance there!
5 0 Christ, be Thou our present joy,

Our future great reward!
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord !



173 Thou hast escended on high.–Ps.

68, 18.
OSANNA to the Prince of light,


Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to His Father flies,
With scars of honour in His flesh,

And triumph in His eyes!
Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach His blest abode,
Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our Incarnate God, 5 Bright angels, strike your loudest

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

174 The King of glory shall come in.*OUB. Lord is risen from the dead,

Ps. 24, 7. 1

Our Jesus
The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!

Ye everlasting doors, give way!
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as His right:
Receive the King of glory, in.

4 Who is the King of glory, who?

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame,
Theworld, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.
5 Lo, His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:-
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!

Ye everlasting doors, give way!
6 Who is the King of glory, who?--

The Lord of boundless power possest;
The King of saints, and angels too!
God over all, for ever blest!


175 He ever liveth to make intercession

for them.-Heb. 7, 25.
AIL the day that sees Him rise

Christ, awhile to mortals given,

Enters now the gates of heaven,
2 There the glorious triumph waits:

Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquished death and sin:

Take the King of glory in.
3 Highest heaven its Lord receives;

Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,

Still He calls mankind His own. 4

His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place;

Great Forerunner of our race.
5 What though parted from our sight,

Far above yon starry height;
May our warm affections rise,
Following Him beyond the skies.

A great high priest, that is passed

into the heavens. Heb. 4, 14.
HE atoning work is done,

The victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead:
He stands in heaven their great High

And bears their names upon His breast.


2 No temple made with hands

His place of service is;
In heaven itself He stands,

A heavenly priesthood His:
In Him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 3 And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see

Their great High Priest again;
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home,


177 Behold, I am alive for evermore.

1 JP

Rev. ,
ESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us;
Jesus lives and this we know,
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of Life immortal;

This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal,
3 Jesus lives! for us He died:
Then, alone to Jesus living,

Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.
4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well,
Nought from us His love shall sever;

Lite, nor death, nor powers of hell,
Tear ús from His keeping ever.
5 Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:

May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.

7s. The man, Christ Jesus.- Tim. 2, 3. 1 CHRI YHRIST to heaven is gone before

In the body here He wore ;
He that as our Brother died,

Is our Brother glorified,
2 All the angels wondering own

Tis our nature on the throne:
“How He loved them! Behold!"
Trembles on the harps of gold.


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