ROTHWELL. (Key F.)

1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,—
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky :

2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay ;— Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as His right; Receive the King of glory in!

4 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way!

5 Who is the King of glory? Who?
The Lord, of glorious power possess'd ;—
The King of saints and angels too ;—
God over all, forever blest!

BENEVENTO. (Key E.)

1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Nevermore to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below; We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find,

As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits rise,
All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view :
Bless Thy word to young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above.