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;
With him is risen the ransomed seed,
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.
St. George's St. Magnus-University!
1 Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in clay;

C. M.

Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since the Redeemer rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
To his celestial throne;

There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down.

4 Let all the saints attune their tongues,
To reach his blest abode :

Sweet be the accents of our songs
To our incarnate God.

5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

96.

MY REDEEMER LIVETH.
Doversdale-Warrington-Burleigh.
1 I know that "my Redeemer lives: "
What joy the sweet assurance gives!
He lives, triumphant from the grave;
He lives, omnipotent to save.

2 He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead my cause above;

L.M.

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, my mansion to prepare;
He lives, to guide me safely there.
4 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, eternally the same:
What joy the sweet assurance gives,
That Jesus, "my Redeemer, lives!"

97.

CHRIST'S ASCENSION.

C. M.

Pembroke-Devizes-Halifax or Abingdon-Crediton.

10 for a shout of sacred joy

To God the sovereign King!

Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our Lord ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song,

Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

98.

"GOD IS 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;

With his own right hand, and his holy arm,
He hath won the victory.

2 Now empty are the courts of Death,
And crushed thy sting, Despair;
And roses bloom in the desert tomb,
For Jesus hath been there.

3 And he hath tamed the strength of Hell,
And dragged him through the sky,
And captive behind his chariot wheel
He hath bound captivity.

4 God is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high:

With his own right hand, and his holy arm,
He hath won the victory.

99.

JESUS CROWNED WITH GLORY.

8.7.8.7.

4.7.

Alma-Linden-Lewes.

1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious:
See the Man of sorrows now,
From the fight returned victorious:
Every knee to him shall bow.
Crown him, crown him:

Crowns become the Victor's brow.
2 Crown the Saviour, angels! crown him:
Rich the trophies Jesus brings:
In the seat of power enthrone him,
While the vault of heaven rings.
Crown him, crown him:

Crown the Saviour, King of kings! 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim: Saints and angels crowd around him, Own his title, praise his name. Crown him, crown him: Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station;

O what joy the sight affords!

Crown him, crown him,

King of kings, and Lord of lords.