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CHRIST'S RESURRECTION. C.M.
Hosannas fill the air ;
And hell is in despair.
From Death's sepulchral cave, And many a saint to welcome him
Hath left his ancient grave. 3 In vain they sealed the sepulchre,
And watched around his tomb; The Lord hath gained the victory,
And Death is overcome. 4 Then weep no more at Death's dark power,
Let no more tears be shed;
Is risen from the dead.
In pain and peril sore,
Be praises evermore.
8. M. Hampton-Plymouth-Sutton. 1 The Lord is risen indeed :
And are the tidings true?
Yes! they beheld the Saviour bleed,
And saw him living too. 2 The Lord is risen indeed:
Then Justice asks no more; Mercy and Truth are now agreed,
Who stood opposed before. 3 The Lord is risen indeed:
Then is his work performed; The captive surety now is freed,
And Death, our foe, disarmed. 4 The Lord is risen indeed :
Then hell has lost its prey;
To reign in endless day. 5 The Lord is risen indeed :
Attending angels hear, And to the courts of heaven with speed
The joyful tidings bear. 6 While on their golden lyres
They strike each cheerful chord, We join the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord. 95.
THE CONQUEROR OF DEATH. C.M.
St. George's--St. Magnus--University? 1 Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in clay;
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
Since the Redeemer rose;
And spoiled our hellish foes.
To his celestial throne;
And scatters blessings down.
To reach his blest abode:
To our incarnate God. 5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
L. M. Doversdale-Warrington-Burleigh. 1 I know that “my Redeemer lives :"
What joy the sweet assurance gives !
He lives, omnipotent to save.
He lives, to plead my cause above;
He lives, to silence all my fears ;
He lives, to wipe away my tears. 3 He lives, my wise and powerful Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, to guide me safely there. 4 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, eternally the same:
That Jesus, “my Redeemer, lives!”
C.M. Pembroke - Devizes—Halifax or Abingdon-Crediton. 1 O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
And hymns of triumph sing.
His heavenly guards around
With trumpet's joyful sound.
Let mortals learn their strains;
O’er all the earth he reigns.
4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
He loved that chosen race;
And heathens taste his grace. 98. “GOD 18 GONE UP” (Ps. xlvii. 5). C.M.
Newington—(peculiar, requires slight adaptation). 1 God is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high;
He hath won the victory.
And crushed thy sting, Despair ;
For Jesus hath been there. 3 And he hath tamed the strength of Hell,
And dragged him through the sky,
He hath bound captivity.
Of saints that sing on high :
He hath won the victory.