1 I LOVE the Lord; for He is nigh
My suppliant voice to hear;
To Him shall rise my life-long cry,
Who never shuts His ear.

The snares of death, the pains of hell
Drew near; and anguish on me fell.

2 His Name I called: 'O Lord my trust, My captive soul unbind.'

The Lord is merciful and just;
Our God is very kind.

The Lord preserves the meek: in grief
I languished, and He brought relief.

3 Return and rest, my soul: the Lord

Deals bounteously with thee:
For lo, my life from death restored,
Mine eyes from tears are free,
My feet from falling: I shall stand
Before Him in the living land.

4 My faith was strong, and so I spake:
But oft a troubled cry
From out my throbbing bosom brake:
I murmured, 'All men lie.'
For these His bounties what reward
Shall I present before the Lord?

5 Be mine from His redeeming hand
The cup of health to claim,
Amidst His worshippers to stand,
And bless His holy Name,
My vows unto the Lord to pay,
And with His people sing and pray.

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Psalm cxviii. O give thanks unto the
Lord, &c.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord, for good is He,
And loving to eternity:

Let Israel cry, with Aaron's race,

For evermore endures His grace;' Let all the saints who fear Him say: 'His mercy never shall decay.'

2 The Lord in trouble heard my prayer,
And freed me from the deadly snare.
The Lord is with me, shall not I
The fear of mortal man defy?
The Lord is on my side; He shows
Prone in the dust my baffled foes.

3 Better to trust the Lord's defence
Than place in men my confidence;
Safer the shadow of His wings
Than all the embattled might of kings:
The Lord shall be my grateful song,
My Saviour merciful and strong.

4 I shall not die, but live to praise
The Lord, whose love prolongs my days,
The Lord, who sorely punisheth,
Yet saves me from the grasp of death.
Praise ye the Lord, for good is He,
And loving to eternity.

PART II.

5 Fling wide the gates of righteousness,
And enter in, the Lord to bless:
This is the portal of the Lord:
Flock here, ye saints who love His word:
Haste we to sing His glorious Name,
From whom our strong salvation came.

6 The stone the builders cast away
Stands the chief corner-stone to-day:

1 IF our God had not befriended,

Now may grateful Israel say,
If the Lord had not defended,
When with foes we stood at bay,
Madly raging,

Deeming our sad lives their prey:
2 Then the tide of vengeful slaughters
O'er us had been seen to roll,
And their pride, like angry waters,
Had engulfed our struggling soul,
Those loud waters,

Proud and spurning all control.
3 Praise to God, whose mercy-token
Beamed to still that raging sea:
Lo, the snare is rent and broken,
And our captive souls are free.
Lord of glory,

Help can come alone from Thee.

689 Psalm cxxxvi. O give thanks unto the

Lord, &c.

1 PRAISE the Lord, for good is He:

Praise Him to the ringing chords,
Praise Him with melodious glee,

God of Gods and Lord of lords:
For His mercy full and free
Lasteth to eternity.

2 Rich in wisdom, rich in love,

Are the wonders of His hand;
Thus He reared the heaven above,
Thus He spread the sea-girt land:
For His mercy full and free
Lasteth to eternity.

3 O'er the heavenly vault on high
Lamps He hung in order bright,
Sun to rule the daily sky,

Moon and stars to reign by night:
For His mercy full and free
Lasteth to eternity.

Og of Basan vain their rage:
He to Jacob's conquering might
Gave their land in heritage:
For His mercy full and free
Lasteth to eternity.

8 He in pity heard our call,

Saved us from the foeman's spite.
Praise the Lord who feedeth all;
Praise Him in the heavenly height:
For His mercy full and free
Lasteth to eternity.

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He liveth by the power of God.
2 Cor. xiii.

1 JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy-day; Alleluia!
Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!
Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!
Unto Christ our heavenly King, Alleluia!
Who endured the Cross and grave, All.
Sinners to redeem and save, Alleluia

2 But the pains which He endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation have procured: Alleluia!
Now above the sky He's King, Alleluia!
Where the angels ever sing, Alleluia!
Glory be to God above, Alleluia!
Fountain of eternal love, Alleluia!
To the Father and the Son, Alleluia!
And the Spirit, Three in One. Alleluia!

The Lord is King, and hath put on

691 glorious apparel. Ps. xciii.

1 LIGHT'S glittering dawn bedecks the sky,
Heaven thunders forth its victor cry;
Earth answers with exulting glee,
And groaning hell despairingly:
While He, the King, the mighty King,
Despoiling death of all its sting,

And trampling down the powers of night, Brings forth His ransomed saints to light. 2 His tomb of late the threefold guard

Of watch and stone and seal had barred;
But now, in pomp and triumph high,
He comes from death to victory.
The pains of hell are loosed at last;
The days of mourning now are past;
An angel robed in light hath said,
'The Lord is risen from the dead.'

3 With gentle voice the angel gave
The women tidings at the grave;

Fear not, your Master ye shall see,
He goes before to Galilee.'

Then hastening on their eager way
The joyful tidings to convey,
Their Lord they met, their living Lord,
And falling at His feet adored.

PART II.

4 That Easter-tide with joy was bright,
The sun shone out with fairer light,
When, to their longing eyes restored,
The Apostles saw their risen Lord.
He bade them see His hands, His side,
Where yet the glorious wounds abide,
The tokens true, which made it plain
Their Lord indeed was risen again.

5 O Jesu, King of gentleness,

Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess,
That we may give Thee all our days
The tribute of our grateful praise.
O Lord of all, with us abide
In this our joyful Easter-tide;
From every weapon death can wield
Thine own redeemed for ever shield. Amen.

2 Tell it to the sinners weeping Over deeds of darkness done, Weary fast and vigil keeping:

Brightly breaks their Easter sun; Blood can wash all sins away, Christ hath conquered hell to-day. 3 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow:
Lent's long shadows have departed,
All His woes are over now,
And the Passion that He bore:
Sin and pain can vex no more.

4 Come, with high and holy gladness
Chant our Lord's triumphal lay;
Not one touch of twilight sadness
Dims yon glorious morning ray
Breaking o'er the purple east;
Brighter far our Easter feast.

5 He is risen, He is risen;

He hath oped the eternal gate:
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state;
Soon a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.

1 THE Sun of righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more;

The sight which scatters all your fears,
Your rising God, adore.

The saints, when He resigned His breath,
Unclosed their sleeping eyes:

He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise.

2 Alone the dreadful race He ran,

Alone the wine-press trod;

He groans, He dies; behold the Man:
He lives; behold the God.

In vain the stone, the watch, the seal
Forbid Him to arise:

Behold, He breaks the gates of hell,
And opens paradise.

3 Arise, O Sun of righteousness,
With healing in Thy wing,
Our souls with life and pardon bless,
And full salvation bring.

Give glory to the Three in One,.

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Worthy is the Lamb. Rev. xii.

1 JESUS, our risen King,

Glory to Thee we sing,
Praising Thy Name,
Thy love and grace adore,
Which all our sorrows bore,
Crying for evermore

'Worthy the Lamb.'

20 haste, ye ransomed race, For all His gifts of grace

To praise His Name:

He wondrous things hath done,
Triumph o'er death hath won,
Heaven's gate open thrown:
'Worthy the Lamb.'

3 Come, all ye hosts above;
Mingle one song of love,
Praising His Name:

To Him ascribed be
Honour and majesty
Through all eternity:
'Worthy the Lamb.'

4 Blessed and Holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Praised be Thy Name.

Father, Thy love we bless;

Spirit of Holiness,

Thee we praise: and confess
"Worthy the Lamb.'

695

Amen.

I am the resurrection and the life.
John xi.

1 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,'
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your songs of triumph high,
Shout ye heavens, and earth reply.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids to rise;
Christ hath opened paradise. Alleluia!

2 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save:
Where thy victory, O Grave?
Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. All.

3 What though once we perished all,
Partners of our parents' fall?
Second life we now receive,
When in Jesus we believe.

1 THIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom,

O what a Sun, which broke this day
Refulgent from the tomb!

2 Ten thousand thousand tongues shall join To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its beams
On nations yet unborn.

The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind our Lord in death:

He shook their kingdom, when He fell,
With His expiring breath.

3 And now His conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies,

While rent beneath His powerful Cross
Death's iron sceptre lies.

Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,

Through Him is pardoning love dispensed,
And boundless blessings flow.

2 Vain the stone, the soldiers vain; Life laid down He takes again, First-born of the Virgin's womb, First-fruits from the silent tomb. All. 3 Thus our triumph He achieves, Dying, and behold He lives; Rising from His dark abode,

Hail Him Christ, the Son of God. All. 4 Grant us, Lord, with Thee to die, Earth's temptations to defy; Grant us, Lord, with Thee to rise To our mansions in the skies. All. 5 Hymns of glory, songs of praise, Father, unto Thee we raise; Risen Lord, all praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be. All. Amen.

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1 FAR be sorrow, tears, and sighing,
Waves are calming, storms are dying,
Moses hath o'erpassed the sea,
Israel's captive hosts are free.
Life by death slew death and saved us,
In His blood the Lamb hath laved us,

We declare unto you glad tidings.
Acts xiii.

Clothing us with victory. Alleluia!
2 Hark, the deep abysses thunder,
Hark, the chains are snapped in sunder,
And the unfettered fathers rise,
Soaring toward the opened skies.
God and Man, our ransom paying,
And in light Himself arraying,

Claimeth now the victory. Alleluia! 3 Jesus Christ from death has risen; 'Twas His Godhead burst the prison, 'Twas His blest Humanity Struggled with our misery: God's long patience, God's rejection, Brought to pass our resurrection, Brought to pass our victory. Alleluia! 4 This the law the Saviour teaches, This the call His triumph preaches; Sinner, from the grave of sin Rise, eternal joy to win; From the death our sins decreed us Jesus Christ by death has freed us;

Sing we then His victory. Alleluia! 699 Through the faith of the operation of

God. Col. ii.

10 CHRIST, the heaven's eternal King,
Creator, unto Thee we sing,
With God the Father ever One,
Co-equal co-eternal Son.

Thy hand, when first the world began,
Made in Thine own pure image man,
And linked to fleshly form of earth
A living soul of heavenly birth.
2 And when the envious, crafty foe
Had marred Thy noblest work below,
Thou didst our ruined state repair
By deigning flesh Thyself to wear.
Once of a Virgin born to save,

And now new-born from death's dark

All praise be Thine, O risen Lord, From death to endless life restored: All praise to God the Father be And Holy Ghost eternally.

700

Amen.

The First-begotten of the dead. Rev. i. 1 COME see the place where Jesus lay, And hear angelic watchers say,

'He lives, who once was slain:
Why seek the living 'midst the dead?
Remember how the Saviour said
That He would rise again.'
2 O joyful sound, O glorious hour,
When by His own almighty power

He rose, and left the grave!
Now let our songs His triumph tell,
Who burst the bands of death and hell,
And ever lives to save.

3 The First-begotten of the dead,
For us He rose, our glorious Head,
Immortal life to bring;

What though the saints like Him shall die,

They share their Leader's victory,

And triumph with their King.

4 No more they tremble at the grave,
For Jesus will their spirits save,

And raise their slumbering dust.
O risen Lord, in Thee we live,
To Thee our ransomed souls we give,
To Thee our bodies trust. Amen.

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Behold I make all things new. Rev. xxi. 1 WHEN first the world sprang forth Arrayed in beauty rare,

Bathed in its flood of new-born light,
What power divine was there!
But O, what love divine,

When, from His three days' gloom,
Christ, by the Father wakened, burst
The fetters of the tomb!

2 His new-created world

The Almighty Maker viewed,
So wondrous in its loveliness,
And called it very good.
But goodlier far the sight
That to the Sire it gave,

Washed by the Lamb, and rising fresh
From His atoning wave.

3 Grant us, O Christ, with Thee
To die, with Thee to rise,
That we may dwell with Thee on high,
In bliss that never dies.