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123. T. 208. NOW while I, like Mary, My best spices carry To my Saviour's tomb ; I'll behold his body 'Mangled, pale, and bloody;
Now my sabbath's come,
But, alas ;-what spices has
And Author of salvation!
My poor heart, save tears and crying, Thy unbounded love demands
Heart-felt throbs and sighing!
2 Lo! methinks his body, There stretch'd out already,
Lifeless I behold:
Yes, I view him yonder,
3 Back, the scourges ploughed !
Cheeks, whose color's fled!
Praise thy saving name:
5 How blest he is-who weigheth this, That God became his Saviour,
To bestow eternal life
Upon him for ever!
6 O Jesus blest!--my heart's true rest,
VI. Of the Resurrection of Christ from the Grave.
CHRIST Jesus was to death abas'd
Hath gain'd life and salvation.
2 By none of all the human race
Could death and hell be foiled;
3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
4 How great and wondrous was the Life was by death assailed! [strife, But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,
O'er sin and death prevailed;
5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb,
6 This is the day the Lord hath made To lively hopes to raise us: Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And join to sing his praises: For Christ, our everlasting light, Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night,
And all the pow'rs of darkness.
7 The bread of life we eat in faith
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SING Hallelujah, Christ doth live,
And peace on earth restore!
Our thanks in humble wise:
'Tis God that justifies.
2 Who can condemn? since Christ was
He saves us by his blood.
To God and to the Lamb!"
3 God rais'd him up, when he for all
4 The God of peace to guilty man
His blood for sinners poor;
And lives for evermore.
5 The God of mercies let us praise,
And by his pow'r which Christ did raise,
That we for Jesus' sake
6 His resurrection's pow'r divine,
Thro' Jesus Christ our Lord.
Ön earth the Lamb once slain,
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BELIEVING souls, rejoice and sing,
But re-assum'd his breath.
2 Rejoice, your conqu'ring Saviour
Before the throne of God.
3 Sing praises to our risen Lord; Life, immortality,
And lasting bliss are now restor❜d
For all; for you and me.
Rejoice, ye saints, from pole to pole
4 The Prince of life reclin❜d his head,
But now the Lord is ris'n indeed,
The Lamb for sinners slain;
2 He, having triumph'd over death,
4 Let us then with the heav'nly throng
Then we, with all the saints in light,
134. T. 595. CHRISTIANS, dismiss your fear; Let hope and joy succeed, The joyful news with gladness hear, "The Lord is ris'n indeed!" The promise is fulfill'd
In Christ our only Head; Justice with mercy's reconcil'd; He lives who once was dead.
2 The Lord is ris'n again,
Who on the cross did bleed; He lives to die no more, Amen! The Lord is ris'n indeed.
He truly tasted death
For wretched fallen men ;
3 He hath himself the keys
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GLORY unto Jesus be!
All our guilt on him was laid, He the ransom fully paid. 2 All his glorious work is done; God's well pleased in his Son; For he rais'd him from the dead, Christ now reigns, the church's Head. 3 His redeem'd his praise show forth, Ever glorying in his worth; Angels sing around the throne, "Thou art worthy, thou alone!" 4 Ye who love him, cease to mourn, He will certainly return; All his saints with him shall reign; Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen.
CHRIST, being risen from the tomb,
2 His holy name for ever be
Adored, bless'd and praised, That he hath such invariably
To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen, and me, Who nought can boast of, but that he Hath pardon'd their transgressions. 3 How happy feels a contrite heart, Enjoying Christ's salvation! Those who have chosen Mary's part And fav'rite occupation,
T. 185. [Saviour! HAIL, all hail, victorious Lord, and Thou hast burst the bonds of death! Grant us, as to Mary, that great favor
To embrace thy feet in faith: Thou hast in our stead the curse endured, And for us eternal life procured; Joyful, we with one accord Hail thee as our risen Lord.
2 O thou matchless Source of consola tion,
When a heart-enliv'ning salutation
To thy children thou dost send; We would share thy dear disciples' feeling,
As before their risen Master kneeling; Thus shall we, with all our heart, Witness what a Friend thou art!
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JESUS, who is always near,
To remove his unbelief, Come," he said, " my nail prints And my side,the spear pierc'd thro';" Bold in faith he then avow'd:
Christ, thou art my Lord, my God!" 2 I would go from pole to pole To behold But content thyself my soul, risen Lord; : my Listen to thy Saviour's word: They who me by faith receive, Without seeing who believe, Trust my word and thereon rest, They abundantly are blest."