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 ; And shout His welcome to the skies. Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell, And led the captive Death in chains. ; 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. Christ, a while to mortals giv'n, There the glorious triumph waits- Lo! the heav'n its Lord receives ! Still for us He intercedes, O! though parted from our sight, 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, He took the tyrant's sting away, See how the conqu'ror mounts aloft, With scars of honour in His flesh, There our exalted Saviour reigns, Our Jesus fills the middle seat 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, 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, HYMN 31. THE Sun of Righteousness appears, The light which scatters all your fears, The saints, when He resign'd His breath, He breaks again the bands of death, Alone the dreadful race He ran, He groans, He dies,-behold the Man! In vain the watch, the stone, the seal, He breaks the gates of death and hell, SACRAMENT. HYMN 32. ISRAEL'S Shepherd! guide me, feed me, And beside the waters lead me, No Thy guardian presence ever, I have found Thee, and would never, E O how sweet, how comfortable, There Thy bounty still partaking, Come, my soul, temptation flying, Yield, my heart, no longer harden'd, HYMN 33. MY GOD, and is Thy table spread ? 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. |