Jesus lives! our hearts know well
Naught from us His love shall sever:
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from his keeping ever.
Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given :
May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.
49 PRAISE the Lord! ye heav'ns adore Him; Praise Him angels in the height;
Sun and moon rejoice before Him;
Praise Him all ye stars and light.
Alleluia !
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken,
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance He hath made.
Alleluia !
Praise the Lord, for He is glorious,
Never shall His promise fail;
God hath made His saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Alleluia !
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high His power proclaim
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify His name.
50 ALLELUIA, Alleluia,
Hearts to heaven and voices raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise ;
He, who on the cross a victim
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave.
Christ is risen, we are risen;
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, with our hearts in heaven,
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Glory be to God on high;
Alleluia to the Saviour,
Who has gained the victory;
Alleluia to the Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctity;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
To the Triune Majesty.
THOU earth, o'er which the curse of sin
Has flung the shroud of night,
On thee the dayspring hath appeared,
For Christ shall give thee light.
O Christian! does thy pathway seem
All dark to feeble sight?
Direct thine eyes to Christ on high,
For He shall give thee light.
O Soldier! does the shadowy foe
Shroud o'er the field of fight?
Dauntless hold up the shield of faith,
For Christ shall give thee light.
Has sorrow, mourner, bowed thine heart
In sad and dreary night?
Smile through thy tears, the day is nigh
When Christ shall give thee light.
Thou trembling one, who must appear
Before Him in His might!
He is thy Judge, but He is love,
And He shall give thee light.
Bless'd heir of glory! hast thou reached
Thy home so pure and bright ?
Thy heritage is sure, for Christ
For ever gives thee light.
Tell it with a joyful voice,
He has burst His three days' prison,
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.
Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,
Smiling, glad, with radiant brow;
Lent's long shadows have departed,
All His woes are over now:
All the passion that He bore,
Sin and pain, can vex no more.
Come, with high and holy hymning,
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay;
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple East;
Brighter far our Easter feast.
He has opened Heaven's gate;
We are free from death's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state;
While a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA!
THE strife is o'er, the battle done;
The triumph of the Lord is won;
O let the song of praise be sung.
The powers of death have done their worst,
And Jesus hath His foes dispersed ;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst.
On that third morn He rose again
In glorious majesty to reign;
O let us swell the joyful strain.
He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven's high portals fell;
Let songs of joy His triumphs tell.
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death's dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee
THOU art gone up on high
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed:
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony
To pass unto Thy crown.
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us, at last, to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
O by Thy saving power
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high.
REJOICE, the Lord is King,
Your Lord and King adore!
Give thanks ye mortals! sing!
And triumph evermore!
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
He sits at God's right hand,
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet:
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