88. FROM THE CROSS TO THE CROWN.

Bedford-Handel's Seventy-third-Crediton. 1 I sing my Saviour's wondrous death; He conquered when he fell:

"Tis finished! said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

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2 'Tis finished! our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints, from his propitious eye,
Await their several crowns,

And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

89.

THE FOUNTAIN OPENED.

New St. Ann's-Jerusalem-Bethany.

1 There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

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And sinners plunged beneath that blood
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 O Lamb of God, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more!

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

90.

CHRIST THE TRUE SACRIFICE.

Watchman-Prague-Old 134th.

1 Not all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain,

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Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And trusts her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love.

Glencairn-Farrant-Canterbury.

1 For ever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy bleeding side:
This all my hope and all my plea,
For me the Saviour died.

2 My dying Saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin!
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
And cleanse, and keep me clean.

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3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own;
Wash me, and mine thou art:
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart.

4 The atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve:
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

92.

THE GREAT REDEMPTION.
Consolation-Unity-Trinita-Smyrna.

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross we spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here we rest, in wonder viewing
All our sins on Jesus laid,
Here we see redemption flowing
From the sacrifice he made.

3 Here we find the dawn of heaven,
While upon the cross we gaze,
See our trespasses forgiven,

And our songs of triumph raise.
4 Oh! that near the cross abiding,
We may to the Saviour cleave,
Nought with him our hearts dividing,
All for him content to leave.

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93.

CHRIST'S RESURRECTION.

St. Gregory's-Tottenham-Ashley.

1 Bright sunbeams deck the joyful sky,
Hosannas fill the air;

The world is shouting victory,
And hell is in despair.

2 This morn our mighty King arose
From Death's sepulchral cave,
And many a saint to welcome him
Hath left his ancient grave.

3 In vain they sealed the sepulchre,
And watched around his tomb;
The Lord hath gained the victory,
And Death is overcome.

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4 Then weep no more at Death's dark power, Let no more tears be shed;

For why? The Vanquisher of Death
Is risen from the dead.

5 To him who battle did with Death
In pain and peril sore,

To him who gained the victory,
Be praises evermore.

94.

THE LORD IS RISEN.

Hampton-Plymouth-Sutton.

1 The Lord is risen indeed:

And are the tidings true?

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