The globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, "Jesus who bled Hath left the dead No more to die."
5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'd us with thy blood; Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God! With thee we rise, With thee we reign, And empires gain Beyond the skies.
1 COME, ye that know and fear the Lord, And raise your thoughts above; Let every heart and voice accord, To sing that "God is love."
2 This precious truth his word declares, And all his mercies prove,
Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears To show that "God is love."
3 Behold his patience bearing long With those who from him rove; Till mighty grace their hearts subdue, To teach them "God is love."
4 The work begins, is carried on By power from heaven above; And every moment when begun Declares that "God is love."
5 0 may we all, while here below, This blessing well improve,
Till nobler praise in brighter worlds, Proclaim that " God is love."
"Blessed are they that mourn."
1 DEEM not that they are bless'd alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God, who loves our race, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years. 3 O there are days of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night! Grief may abide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier, Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere, Will give him to thy arms again.
5 Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a pierc'd and broken heart, And spurn'd of men, he goes to die.
G For God hath mark'd each anguish'd day, And number'd every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.
Christ is risen and dieth no more. Mark x. 31; xvi. 6, 7.
1 THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more:
Adore the scatterer of your fears, Your rising God adore.
2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bands of death, Again the dead arise.
3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine-press trod : He died and suffer'd as a man, He rises as a God.
4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Forbid an early rise
To Him, who breaks the gates of hell, And opens paradise.
Desire for God's Presence. Psa. lxiii.
1 O GOD, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 O that it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen,
And marked the footsteps of thy grace.
3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thine hand unseen upholds my ways, I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
4 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head.
5 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee!
6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice, My tongue shalt bless Thee while I live.
The Resurrection of the Lord. John xi. 25, 26.
1 CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to day, Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye Heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle's won : Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er, Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King; "Where, O death, is now thy sting?" Once he dy'd our souls to save; "Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?”
5 What though once we perish'd all, Partners of our parents' fall; Second life we now receive, In our heavenly Adam live.
6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to thee by both be given ! Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail! the Resurrection-Thou.
The Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray,. Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that which wrapp'd The heathen world in gloom! O what a sun, which broke, this day, Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
5 Jesus, the friend of human kind, Was crucified and slain!
Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, he lives again!
6 And while his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies,
Broken beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies.
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