1 HAIL, all hail, Thou Lord of glory! | 2 But, Redeemer, Thou hast sought us,
Thee our Father, Thee we own! Abraham heard not of our story, Israel ne'er our name hath known:
Thou hast heard Thy children's
wail; [bought us; Thou with Thy dear Blood hast Hail, Thou mighty Victor, hail!
Arthur Cleveland Coxe. 1843.
1 WHO is this that comes from Edom,
All His raiment stained with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoil He bears?
2 "Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in His might;
'Tis the Saviour; O how glorious
To His people is the sight!
Satan conquered and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.
3 Why that blood His raiment staining;
"Tis the blood of many slain:
Of His foes there's none remaining,
None the contest to maintain.
Fallen they are, no more to rise;
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall Thy people, never,
Cease to sing what Thou hast done:
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.
1 THE day of Resurrection!
Earth, tell it out abroad!
The Passover of gladness,
The Passover of God!
From death to Life eternal,
From earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.
2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection light:
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 all the world keep triumph,
And all that is therein:
In grateful exultation
Their notes let all things blend,
For Christ the Lord hath risen,
Our Joy that hath no end.
John of Damascus. ab. 760.
John Mason Neale, Tr. 1862, a
7, 6. TROCHAIC.
195. Jesus, meine
JESUS CHRIST, my sure defence
And my Saviour, ever liveth;
Knowing this, my confidence
Rests upon the hope it giveth,
Though the night of death be
fraught
Still with many an anxious thought.
Jesus, my Redeemer lives!
I, too, unto life must waken:
He will have me where He is:
Shall my courage then be shaken?
Shall I fear? Or could the Head
Rise and leave its members dead?
Nay, too closely am I bound
Unto Him by hope for ever; [found,
Faith's strong hand the Rock hath
Grasped it, and will leave it never:
Not the ban of death can part
From its Lord the trusting heart.
What now sickens, mourns, and
sighs,
Christ with Him in glory bringeth:
Earthly is the seed and dies,
Heavenly from the grave it springeth.
Natural is the death we die,
Spiritual our life on high.
Saviour, draw away our heart
Now from pleasures base and hollow,
Let us there with Thee have part,
Here on earth Thy foot-steps follow.
Fix our hearts beyond the skies,
Whither we ourselves would rise.
Louisa Henrietta of Brandenburg. 1649
Miss Winkworth, Tr. 1862.
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