2 "The Lord is risen indeed;" 3 "The Lord is risen indeed;' 4 Then take your golden lyres, HYMN 123. P. M. LH IFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, that man may not die. Vain were the terrors that gather'd around Him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high"The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die." 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy : The being He gave us, death cannot destroy; Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sor row, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. HYMN 124. L. M. NOW OW at the Lamb's high royal feast In robes of saintly white we sing, Through the Red Sea in safety brought By Jesus, our immortal King. 2 O depth of love! for us He drinks And as th' avenging Angel pass'd 4 So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice, Has brought us safe all perils through, 5 Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could find, 6 Hail, victor Christ! hail, risen King ↓ To Thee alone belongs the crown; Who hast the heavenly gates unbarr'd, And dragg'd the Prince of darkness down. 7 O Jesus! from the death of sin Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be Of all the souls new-born in Thee. ASCENSION. HYMN 125. C. M. H OSANNA to the Prince of light, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft, 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, From the right hand of Majesty, 5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, HYMN 126. C. M. THE HE Saviour stood on Olivet; And wherefore should He linger yet 2 Then slowly tow'rds th' expecting sky, Angelic watchers, ranged on high, Whose presence e'en those realms of light 3 O Thou, who thus exalted art, P. M. HYMN TH 127. HE Lord ascendeth up on high, The Lord hath triumph'd gloriously, In pow'r and might excelling; Hell and the Grave are captive led, Lo! He returns, our glorious Head, To His eternal dwelling! 2 The heav'ns with joy receive their Lord, O earth adore Thy glorious King, 3 Our great High-Priest hath gone before, 4 By saints on earth and saints in heav'n, HYMN HAIL AIL the day that sees Him rise, |