Praise to the Father be, Praise to the Son, who rose, Praise to the blessèd Comforter, While time unending flows.

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The first-fruits of them that slept.
1 Cor. xv.

1 CHRIST is risen; the Lord is come,
Bursting from the sealed tomb:
Death and hell, in mute dismay,
Render up their mightier prey.
Christ is risen, but not alone:
Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown:
We shall rise as He hath risen

From the deep sepulchral prison. Alleluia!

2 Heirs of death and sons of clay,
Long in death's dark thrall we lay,
And went down in trembling gloom
To the unawakening tomb.
Heirs of life, and sons of God,
On the path our Captain trod
Now we hope to soar on high
To the everlasting sky.

Alleluia!

1 I SAY to all men, far and near,

That He is risen again,

That He is with us now and here,

And ever shall remain.

And what I say, let each this morn

Go tell it to his friend,
That soon in every place shall dawn

His kingdom without end.

2 Now first to souls who thus awake
Seems earth a fatherland:
A new and endless life they take
With rapture from His hand.
The fears of death and of the grave
Are whelmed beneath the sea,
And every heart now light and brave
May face the things to be.

3 The way of darkness that He trod

To heaven at last shall come,
And he who hearkens to His word

Shall reach His Father's home.

1 CROWNS of glory ever bright

Rest upon the Victor's head:
Crowns of glory are His right,

His who liveth and was dead.
Jesus fought and won the day;

Such a day was never fought;
Well His people now may say,

See what God, our God, has wrought.

2 He subdued the powers of hell;

In the fight He stood alone;
All His foes before Him fell,

By His single arm o'erthrown.
They have fallen to rise no more;
Final is the foe's defeat;
Jesus triumphed by His power,
And His triumph is complete.

1 LET faith's triumphant power dispel
The fears of guilt and woe:
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who then shall be our foe?
He who resigned His only Son

To death, that we might live,
Shall He not all things freely grant,
That boundless love can give?
Who now His people shall accuse?

Will God who justified?
Who now His people shall condemn?
Will He, the Lamb who died?
And He who died arose again

Triumphant from the grave:
At God's right hand for us He pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

707 Who is this that cometh from Edom?

Is. lxiii.

1 WHO is this that comes from Edom, All His raiment stained with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good, Glorious in the garb He wears, Glorious in the spoil He bears? Alleluia! 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,

Travelling onward in His might, 'Tis the Saviour; O how glorious To His people is the sight! Satan conquered and the grave, Jesus now strong to save.

3 This the Saviour has effected

By His mighty arm alone:
See the throne for Him erected;
'Tis an everlasting throne;
'Tis the great reward He gains,

Alleluia!

Glorious fruit of all His pains. Alleluia!

4 Mighty victor, reign for ever;

Wear the crown so dearly won:
Never shall Thy people, never

Cease to sing what Thou hast done;
Thou hast quelled Thy people's foes,
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.

Alleluia!

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Bright o'er vales and fountains,

Dawns the fair day of peace and love; Nations are waking,

Where the day breaking

Chases the clouds that brood above.

Welcome, bright morning,

All the earth adorning:

Gentile and Jew shall own thy sway:

Kings have confessed thee, Prophets have blessed thee, But never lived to see the day. To us is given,

Like a glimpse of heaven,

Light of that glory promised long;
O may it brighten,

Till it shall lighten

All earth with radiance full and strong. O God most holy,

Fain would we, though lowly, Send up our mingled praise to Thee; Thine is the giving,

Ours the receiving:

Thine shall the endless glory be. Amen.

709 The God of peace, that brought again

from the dead our Lord Jesus. Heb. xiii.

1 FATHER of peace, and God of love,
We own Thy power to save,

That power by which our Shepherd rose
Victorious from the grave.

2 Him from the dead Thou broughtest back,
When, by His sacred blood,
Confirmed and sealed for evermore

The eternal covenant stood.

30 may Thy Spirit seal our souls,

And mould them to Thy will;

That our weak hearts no more may stray,
But keep Thy precepts still:

4 That to perfection's sacred height
We nearer yet may rise,
And all we think and all we do
Be pleasing in Thine eyes.

710 Now is Christ risen from the dead.

1 Cor. xv.

Sing hallelujah,

Hallelujah! Christ the Lord is risen.

711 A spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye

see Me have. Luke xxiv.

1 CALM they sit with closed door
Shutting out the city's din;
Tenant of the tomb no more,
See the Saviour enter in;
Spirit-like behold Him glide

To each saintly, wondering guest,
Show His pierced hands and side,

Breathe His peace in every breast.

2 What though years have rolled away,
Since, triumphant from the tomb,
Jesus, at the close of day,

Sought that quiet upper room?
Oft from Zion's heavenly hill
Seeks He yet His faithful few,
Bides with them in spirit still,
Shows each glorious wound anew.

3 Mighty Lord, descend, we pray,
Where Thy fond disciples meet;
Many a Magdalene to-day

Fain would her Deliverer greet:
Many a Thomas scarce can dare

Own Thee for his God and Lord;
Come and banish doubt and care

With Thy true almighty Word.

2 The Lord abides in heaven on high,
The temple of His sanctity,

The throne of His supreme command:
His eyes survey mankind below;
The sons of men His eyelids know:

He guides the just with gentle hand: But him, who fraud and strife affects, His soul abhors, His word rejects.

3 From heaven, on high the Lord shall rain In judgment upon guilty men

Sharp snares and coals that hotly glow:
Brimstone and flame and fiery blast,
And terror of the scorching waste,
He mingles in their cup of woe.
All-holy God, 'tis sweet to Thee
Thy likeness in Thy works to see.

713 Psalm Ixviii. 7.

O God, when Thou wentest forth, &c.

I WHEN through the dismal waste
The favoured nation past,

Thy fiery shape, O God, before them
rode:

The trembling earth was riven;
The meek adoring heaven

Stooped to the mighty presence of its
God.

2 Then Sinai shook for dread,
And bowed his hoary head:

God, Israel's present God, the mountain
knew:

Then on Thy chosen race
Was showered Thy plenteous grace:
Weary and faint they drank Thy fresh-
ening dew.

3 Soon dwelt they in the land,
Where, by Thy guiding hand,

O God, their many sorrows found re-
pose;

Where, at Thy sign, O Lord,
From virgin voices poured,

Frequent and full the choral triumph

rose.

4 Kings with their armies fled, Dismayed, discomfited;

While Israel's peaceful homes, with
spoil bedight,

Showed as the dove, whose wing
With silver glittering,

Shoots through its plumes a woof of
golden light.

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714 Psalm 1xviii. 14. When the Almighty

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scattered kings, &c.

OFT as to scatter kings
The Almighty's anger rose,
The tents of Israel shone with spoil,
Like Salmon's gleaming snows.
Great Basan's mount is high;

But why, ye mountains great,

Wrong ye the hill which God hath loved, The Lord's eternal seat?

With twice ten thousand cars,

With angel myriads bright,

God wars for us; the Lord is here,

As erst on Sinai's height.

Thou hast gone up on high,

And captive dragged the foe;

Thou takest gifts, Lord God, to dwell
With sinners here below.

The Lord, who dwells with us,

From day to day we bless;

Bless we the God, whose love is nigh

save,

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Yea, He, who is our God,

when men oppress.

A saving God is known;

God is the Lord who wins from death
Redemption for His own.

715 Declared to be the Son of God with

power. Rom. i.

10 THOU, the heaven's eternal King,
Lord of the starry spheres,

Who with the Father equal art
From everlasting years:

All praise to Thy most Holy Name,

Who, when the world began,
Joining the soul to clay, didst form,'
In Thine own image, man.

2 All praise to Thee, who, when the foe
Had marred Thy work sublime,
Clothing Thyself in flesh, didst mould
Our race a second time;

When from the tomb new-born, as from
A Virgin born before,

Thou didst renew our fallen state,
And life to man restore;

3 Eternal Shepherd, who Thy flock
In Thy pure font dost lave,

Where souls are cleansed, and all their

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood

Through all the world proclaim.
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love:

The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

717 The dead shall rise incorruptible.

1 Cor. xv.

1 WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice The rending earth shall shake, When opening graves shall yield their charge,

And dust to life awake,

The bodies which corrupted fell

Shall incorrupt arise,

And mortal forms shall spring to life
Immortal in the skies.

2 Behold, what heaven-taught prophets sang Is now at last fulfilled,

That death should yield his ancient reign,
And quit the fruitless field.

Let faith rejoice and lift her voice,
And thus in triumph sing:
O grave, where is thy victory now,
And where, O death, thy sting?

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Alleluia!

A Saviour, Jesus. Heb.i.

1 THE Son of God, in mighty love,

Came down to Bethlehem for me,
Forsook His throne of light above,

An infant upon earth to be.
In love, the Father's sinless Child
Sojourned at Nazareth for me;
With sinners dwelt the undefiled,
The Holy One in Galilee.

2 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore,

Became a man of grief for me; In love, though rich, becoming poor, That I through Him enriched might be. The ever-blessèd Son of God

Went up to Calvary for me; There paid my debt, there bore my load, In His own body on the tree.

Shall sleep in Jesus, and awake

To life eternal from the tomb.
What shall restore a world from death,

Where Satan holds his murderous reign?
Spirit of Jesus, with Thy breath

Rouse the dry bones, revive the slain. 3 Dead while they live are Adam's race By nature, since their father's fall; But lo, the messengers of grace

Proclaim the gospel hope to all.
Hear it, ye dead, of every clime,

Before the second death begins:
Come forth to this new life in time,
This resurrection from your sins.