Oft wondering how, or where, at last,
The mystic scene would end.
5 They saw his agonizing frame
Sweat blood at every pore;

They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none had broke before.

6 They brought his chariot from above, To bear Him to his throne,

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Spread their triumphant wings, and sang, "The glorious work is done!"

HYMN 43. (s. M.)

Praise to the Redeemer.

PREPARE a thankful song
To the Redeemer's name :

His praises should employ each tongue,
And every heart inflame.

2 He laid his glories by,

And shame and death endured,
That guilty rebels, doom'd to die,
From wrath might be secured.
3 And now He pleading stands
Before his Father's throne,
And satisfies the law's demands
With what Himself hath done.

4 The Holy Ghost He sends,
Our stubborn wills to move,
To make his enemies his friends,
And conquer them by love.
O may we not refuse

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Such rich unbounded grace;

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Nor Satan's bondage longer choose, But seek the Saviour's face!

HYMN 44. (s. M.)

Invitation to praise God.

AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb':

Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!!

Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power:
Sing how He intercedes above,
For those whose sins He bore!

Sing, till we feel our heartstick
Ascending with our tongues:
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.

Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing!
Sing on, rejoicing, day by day,
In Christ the' Eternal King.

Soon shall we hear Him say,
"Ye blessed children, come:"
Soon will He call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim';
And sweeter voices tune the
Of Moses and the Lamb!

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HYMN 45. (L. M.).

Christ touched with the feeling of our infirmities. 1 THE Lord, who once on Calvary bled, And rose triumphant from the dead, Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, The Friend of man's apostate race. 2 There as our Advocate He reigns, Touch'd with the feeling of our pains ; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, and groans, and agonies. 3 In every pang that rends the heart, This Man of sorrows bears a part:" In all our grief, our grief He shares, And rescues us from Satan's snares. 4 Oh! let us then before His throne With boldness make our sorrows, known: And seek, from fears distrustful freed, His grace to help in time of need.

HYMN 46. (L.M.) /

Christ's triumphs over death and the grave.

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1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies;
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Ye saints! with pious tears bedew

His tomb, who groan'd beneath your load;
Nor tears alone He shed for you,

But freely pour'd both tears and blood.

s Oh! love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for inen ;

But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb,
The tomb in vain forbids Him rise;
Angelic legions guard Him home,
And hail Him welcome to the skies.

5 Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliverer reigns,
Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell
And led the tyrant Death in chains.
6 Say, "live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;'
Then ask the tyrant, "where's thy sting?
And where thy victory, boasting grave?"
HYMN 47. (P. M.)

Encouragement from the triumphs of Christ.

1 COME ye, who love the Lord, And feel his quickening power, Unite with one accord,

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His goodness to adore :

To heaven and earth aloud proclaim,
Your great Redeemer's glorious name.

He left his throne above,

His glory laid aside,

Came down on wings of love,

And wept, and bled, and died:

The pangs He bore, what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell?

He burst the grave; He rose
Victorious from the dead;

And thence his vanquish'd foes
In glorious triumph led:

Up through the heavens the Conqueror rode Triumphant to the throne of God. 4 He soon again will come,

(His chariot will not stay)
To take his children home,
To realms of endless day :
We there shall see Him face to face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace.

HYMN 48. (C. M.)

Christ's resurrection a pledge of ours.

1 WHEN Christ victorious from the grave,
Ascended up on high,

He gave to all his saints a pledge,
That they should never die.

2 Though for a time they sleep in dust,
Each resting in his bed,

Soon the Archangel's trump shall sound,
And call them from the dead.

3 If we are Christ's, and persevere,
Obedient unto death,
United to our risen Lord,

By true and living faith;

4 For us, unworthy as we are,
Against that joyful day,
A crown of glory is reserved,
That fadeth not away.

5 Help us then, Lord, to live to Thee,
Our Prophet, Priest, and King);