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The Lord is risen indeed :
Then death has lost his prey,
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
To reign in endless day.
The Lord is risen indeed:
Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join all the bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord.
"Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them; 'Peace be unto you.'"John xx. 19.
THE evening of that day, which saw the Lord Rise from the chambers of the dead was come. His faithful followers, assembled, sang
A hymn, low-breathed; a hymn of sorrow, blent With hope; when, in the midst, sudden he stood
The awe-struck circle backward shrink; he looks
"Peter, seeing him, saith to Jesus; Lord, and what shall this man do?' Jesus saith unto him, ' If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee? follow thou me.'"-John xxi. 21, 22.
'LORD, and what shall this man do?"
Christ hath told thee of his end: This is he whom God approves, This is he whom Jesus loves.
Ask not of him more than this,
Leave it in his Saviour's breast,
He in youth shall find his rest,
Whether in his lonely course
Gales from heaven, if so He will,
Than the meeting waters make.
Sick or healthful,- slave or free,
So his love to Christ endure?
Only, since our souls will shrink
At the touch of natural grief, When our earthly lov'd ones sink,
Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief; Patient hearts, their pain to see, And the grace, to follow Thee.
Hail to the Lord's anointed!
His reign on earth begun.
He shall come down, like showers, Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth. Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains. From hill to valley flow.
For him shall prayer unceasing,
The mountain dews shall nourish
O'er every foe victorious,
He on his throne shall rest,
His covenant remove;