And, listening to His accents,

May hear, so calm and plain,
His own-All Hail !—and hearing,

May raise the victor strain ! 3 Now let the heavens be joyful !

Let earth her song begin!
Let the round world keep triumph,

And all that is therein:
Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend;
For Christ the Lord hath risen,-
Our Joy that hath no end. Amen.

St.John Damascene. 3. M. Neale. (tr.)

Easter Monday.

III.

I

1 HE is risen, He is risen !

Tell it with a joyful voice;
He hath burst His three days' prison ;

Let the whole wide earth rejoice :
Death is conquered, man is free,

Christ hath won the victory.
2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow :
Lents long shadows have departed,

All His woes are over now,
And the passion that He bore :

Sin and pain can vex no more.
3 Come, with high and holy gladness,

Chant our Lord's triumphal lay ;

Not one touch of twilight sadness

Dims yon glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple east;
Brighter far' our Easter feast.

4 He is risen, He is risen!

He hath ope'd the eternal gate :
We are free from sin's dark prison,

Risen to a holier state;
Soon a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream. 5 Three in One, let all adore Thee,

Saints on earth and saints in heaven;
Every creature bow before Thee,

Who hast all their being given ;
Who by grace dost us restore,
Praise to Thee for evermore. Amen.

Easter Tuesday.

I 12.

I

1 COME see the place where Jesus lay;

Believe, and cast thy fears away :
For thee He lives, for thee He died,
Lives thee to bless-lives thee to guide.

Hallelujah!
O tell to Him thy every grief ;
He lives to yield thy soul relief;
To close in death thy wearied eyes,
And lift thy spirit to the skies.

Hallelujah!

2

2

3 O come, let us together sing,

The triumph of our heavenly King:
The Lord is risen to die no more ;
O earth, O heaven! your God adore.

Hallelujah!

A. T. Russell. First Sunday after Easter.

113
I CHRIST the Lord is risen again !

Christ has broken every chain !
Hark, the Angels shout for joy,
Singing evermore on high,

Hallelujah!
He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day ;
We too sing for joy, and say:

Hallelujah! 3 He who bore all pain and loss

Comfortless upon the Cross
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us and hears our cry :

Hallelujah! 4 He who slumbered in the grave

Is exalted now to save;
Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings.

Hallelujah! 5 Now He bids us tell abroad

How the lost may be restored,
how the penitent forgiven,
How we too may enter heaven.

Hallelujah! 6 Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed,

Christ, to-day Thy people feed;
Take our sins and guilt away,
That we all may sing for aye,

Hallelujah!
R. Brethren. C. Winkworth. (tr.)

114

JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us;
Jesus lives! and this we know
Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us.

Hallelujah!

2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death

But the gate of life immortal ;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Hallelujah!

3 Jesus lives! for us He died ;

Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.

Hallelujah!

4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well

Nought from us His love shall sever ;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Hallelujah! 5 Jesus lives ! to Him the Throne

Far above all power is given ;
May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.

Hallelujah!

6 Praise the Father, praise the Son,

Who to us new life hath given :
Praise the Spirit—Three in One-
All in earth, and all in heaven.

Hallelujah!

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I

115. 1 COME, and let us drink of that New River,

Not from barren rock divinely poured,
But the Fount of Life that is for ever

From the sepulchre of Christ the Lord.

2 All the world hath bright illumination,Heaven, and earth, and things beneath the

earth :
'Tis the festival of all creation :

Christ hath risen, who gave creation birth.

3 Yesterday with Thee in burial lying,

Now to-day with Thee arisen I rise ;
Yesterday the partner of Thy dying,
With Thyself upraise me to the skies.

Amen.
St. John Damascene. 7. M. Neale. (tr.)