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4 By that fount of blessing
Thy dear love expressing,
Turn Thou into gladness.
Be Thou e'er beside me;
H. Collins. 284
7s, 6s. LORD Jesus, by Thy passion,
To Thee I make my prayer,
Have mercy, Lord, and spare. 2 Oh, wash me in the fountain
That floweth from Thy side.
Thy blood hath purified.
And lead from strength to strength, That unto Thee in Zion
I may appear at length.
And open wide the door,
And never leave Thee more. 5 Oh, bring me, loving Jesus,
To that most blessèd place,
Look ever on Thy face, 6 Where gladsome alleluias
Walk robed in white and crowned.
7 Oh, make my spirit worthy
To join that ransomed throng ;
That everlasting song.
8 Oh, give that last blest blessing
That even saints can know,
Wherever Thou dost go.
I ask to win above;
R. F. Littledale.
Only, only, only Thee.
All my gain I count but loss,
3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,
Thine to live, and Thine to die;
Hidden by the sealed stone.
Watching long the Magdalene,
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend ;
None but Thee may ever dwell.
True affection's offering;
T. Whytehead. 287
8,8,8,4. MORN's roseate hues have deck'd the sky, The Lord has ris'n with victory ; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry,
Alleluia ! 2 The Prince of life with death has striven,
To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven.
3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth,
Has given a glorious harvest birth :
4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay,
Are sown to rise to heavenly day ;
5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies,
And fleshly passions crucifies,
6 Oh, grant us, then, with Thee to die,
To spurn earth's fleeting vanity,
7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son,
Who has for us the triumph won,
Latin. Tr. W. Cooke.
75,8s. With Alleluia. JESUS lives ! thy terrors now
Can no longer, death, appall us ;
2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal ;
3 Jesus lives! for us He died ;
Then, alone to Jesus living,
Naught from us His love shall sever,
5 Jesus lives ! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given ;
Tr. Miss F. E. Cox. Alt.
L. M. Lift up, lift up your voices now, The whole wide world rejoices now; The Lord hath triumphed gloriously, The Lord shall reign victoriously.
2 In vain with stone the cave they barred,
In vain the watch kept ward and guard;
3 He binds in chains the ancient foe;
A countless host He frees from woe ;
For Christ has risen, and man shall rise. 4 And all He did, and all He bare,
He gives us as our own to share ;