4 May I still enjoy this feeling,

In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his blood each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

46. L. M. Wallin.

Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii. 6. 1 WHEN I the lonely tomb survey, Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie, 1 see fulfill'd what prophets say, And all the pow'r of death defy.

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim, How weak the bands of conquer'd death; Sweet pledge that all who trust his name, Shall rise and draw immortal breath! [3 Our surety, freed, declares us free, For whose offences he was seiz'd; In his release, our own we see, And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd.] 4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more; And ever lives their cause to plead, For whom the pains of death he bore. 5 Thy risen head, my soul, behold! See the rich diadem he wears; Thou too shall bear a harp of gold, To crown thy joy when he appears, 6 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My flesh for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave.' 47. L. M. Hart.

Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii. 5, 6. 1 UPRISING from the silent tomb, See the victorious Jesus come!

Th' Almighty Captive quits the pris'n,
Aud angels tell "the Lord is risen."
2 Ye mourning saints, no longer grieve;
Hear the glad tidings and believe:
God's holy law is satisfy'd,

And justice now is on your side. 3 When ye in guilt's dark dungeon lay, Mercy cry'd "spare," and justice, "slay;" But Jesus answered, "Set them free, "Forgive their guilt, and punish me." 4 Your surety now before your God Pleads the rich ransom of his blood; No new demand, no bar remains, But mercy all triumphant reigns. 5 Believers, bless your risen head, The first-begotten from the dead; Your resurrection's sure thro' his, To endless life and boundless bliss.

48. L. M. Hoskins.

Joseph my Son is yet alive.... Gen. xlv. 26. 1 YE mourning souls, dry up your tears, Dismiss your gloomy, groundless fears, And let your hearts with this revive, That Jesus Christ is yet alive.

2 His saints he loves, and never leaves;
The chief of sinners he receives;

Let then your hearts with this revive,
The sinner's friend is yet alive.

3 He'll guard your souls from ev'ry ill;
His largest promises fulfil;

Then let your hearts with this revive,
That Jesus Christ is yet alive.

[4 What though you fear to launch away,
And quit this tenement of clay;
O let your hearts with this revive,
That Jesus Christ is yet alive.]
5 Abundant grace he will afford,
Till you are present with the Lord;
And prove what you have heard before,
That Jesus lives for evermore.

49. 7s. Cudworth's Col.

Christ's Resurrection....Matt. xxviii. 6.
1 Cor. xv. 55, 56.

1 HARK! the herald angels say, '
Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day!
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Let the glorious tidings fly.

2 Love's redeeming work is done;
Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry 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 has 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 vict'ry, boasting grave ?"

5 What, tho' once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life we shall receive,
And in Christ for ever live.

Hal.

*Hail, thou suff'ring son of God,
"Take the trophies of thy blood.']

50. 7s. Gibbons.

Hal.

Christ's Resurrection and Ascension....Matt. xxviii. 2.
1 ANGELS, roll the rock away,
Death, yield up thy mighty prey : ·
See the Saviour quits the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 Shout ye seraphs; Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
See the conqu'rer mount the skies,
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail, and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide,
Glorious hero, thro' them ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand, thousand tongues.
6 Ev'ry note to rapture swell:
Sing the pow'rs of death and hell
Dragg'd in chains behind his wheels,
Each the wreck eternal feels.

Let Immanuel be ador'd,
Ransom, mediator, Lord;
To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.

Hal.

Hal.

Christ's Resurrection and Ascension....Luke xxiv. 34.

1 ALL hail! the glorious morn,
That saw our Saviour rise;
With vict'ry bright adorn'd;
And triumph in his eyes;
Ye saints extol your risen Lord,

2

3

And sing his praise with sweet accord.

Behold the Lamb of God,

Th' atoning sacrifice,

Sustains the dreadful load.

Of man's iniquities;

Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes,
All vanquished, fell when Jesus rose.
At once the prison doors,
Death's awful gates, expand;
Their captive they restore,
At God's supreme command:
How blest the hour, awake our joys,
Hell's fatal pow'r, lo, he destroys.
4 The conqueror ascends,

5

6

In triumph to the skies;
Celestial hosts attend,

To crown his victories:

Hark! they proclaim his glorious name;
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame.

Now to the throne above,

Let ev'ry saint draw near;

There dwells incarnate love,
Grace sits triumphant there:

See mercy smile, e'en on that throne,
Where once did wrath and justice frown.
All praise be to the Lamb,

Who offer'd up his blood;