2 "The Lord is risen indeed;"
He lives, to die no more;
He lives His people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

3 "The Lord is risen indeed;'
Attending angels, hear;
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyous tidings bear.

4 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each living chord :
Join all the bright, celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

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
The chalice of His agony;
For us, a Victim on the Cross,
He meekly lays Him down to die.

And as th' avenging Angel pass'd
Of old the blood-besprinkled door;
As the cleft sea a passage gave,
Then clos'd to whelm th' Egyptians o'er;

4 So Christ, our Paschal Sacrifice,

Has brought us safe all perils through,
While for unleaven'd bread, we need
But heart sincere and purpose true.

5 Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could find,
The powers of Hell to overthrow !
Who didst the chains of Death destroy,
Who dost the prize of Life bestow.

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
The everlasting Paschal joy

Of all the souls new-born in Thee.

ASCENSION.

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C. M.

H

OSANNA to the Prince of light,
Who cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And conquer'd all our foes.

3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies!
With scars of honour in His flesh,
And triumph in His eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down

From the right hand of Majesty,
On the celestial throne.

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach this bless'd abode ;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

HYMN

126.

C. M.

THE

HE Saviour stood on Olivet;
His earthly task was o'er;

And wherefore should He linger yet
On this world's dreary shore?
He rais'd on high His hands divine;
He bless'd His faithful train;
Oh! when shall Adam's guilty line
Such blessings hear again?

2 Then slowly tow'rds th' expecting sky,
The sky's Creator rose;

Angelic watchers, ranged on high,
Bade Heaven's bright gates unclose.
And in He came, the Lord of might,
Eternal and Supreme;

Whose presence e'en those realms of light
Illum'd with brighter beam.

3 O Thou, who thus exalted art,
On whom our souls rely,
Grant to us now, in mind and heart,
To dwell with Thee on high!
And when at length, redeem'd by Thee,
The just that sleep shall rise;
With theirs our happy portion be,
A home beyond the skies.

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,
By saints, by angel hosts adored;
O day of exultation!

O earth adore Thy glorious King,
His rising, His ascension sing,
With grateful adoration.

3 Our great High-Priest hath gone before,
Thence on His Church His grace to pour,
And bring us to salvation;
O may our hearts to Him ascend
May all within us upward tend
With joyful expectation!

4 By saints on earth and saints in heav'n,
All praise to Christ our King be giv'n,
Who hath to heav'n ascended;
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God of heaven's resplendent host,
Whose reign shall ne'er be ended.

HYMN

HAIL

AIL the day that sees Him rise,
Glorious, to His native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.