Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, 2 The company of angels Are praising Thee on high; With palms before Thee went: 3 To Thee before Thy passion Thou didst accept their praises; Who in all good delightest, 176 WHEN His salvation bringing, The children all stood singing Nor did their zeal offend Him, He let them still attend Him, Theodulph. J. M. Neale, Tr. And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth 3 For should we fail proclaiming J. King. Easter 177 CHRIST the Lord is ris'n again; Christ hath broken ev'ry chain; 2 He who gave for us His life, 3 He, who bore all pain and loss 4 He whose path no records tell, Who the strong man armed hath bound, Now in highest heaven is crowned. Hallelujah! 5 He who slumbered in the grave, Now through Christendom it rings 6 Now He bids us tell abroad, 7 Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed, M. Weiss. C. Winkworth, Tr. 178 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, A token of His love He gives, 2 I find Him lifting up my head; 3 He wills that I should holy be: 4 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word: Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 5 When God is mine, and I am His, I taste unutterable bliss 179 C. Wesley. Go OD hath sent His angels to the earth again, Bringing joyful tidings to the Sons of men. They who first at Christmas, thronged the heav'nly way, Now beside the tomb-door, sit on Easter Day. Angels, sing His triumph as you sang His birth. "Christ, the Lord is risen," 2 In the dreadful desert, where the Lord was tried, There the faithful angels gathered at His side; And when, in the garden, grief and pain and care Bowed Him down with anguish, they were with Him there. Angels, sing His triumph, etc. 3 Yet the Christ they honor, is the same Christ still, Who, in light and darkness, did His Father's will: And the tomb deserted, shineth like the sky, Since He passed out from it, into victory. Angels, sing His triumph, etc. |