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191 - 7, 6. 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 joyfull
Let earth her song begin'
Let the round 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 Mason Neale. 1862. a.
Tr. John of Damascus, ab. 700.

192 Trochaic 7, 6.

1 CoME, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness!
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness

2 "Tis the spring of souls to-day:
Christ hath burst His prison;
And from three days' sleep in death,
As a sun, hath risen.

3 All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Thanks and praise undying.

4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:

5 But to-day amidst the twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.
John Mason Neale. 1862.
Tr. John of Damascus, ab. 760.

193 Jesu, meine Zuversicht. 7's.

1 JEsus my Redeemer lives,

Christ my Trust is dead no more;
In the strength this knowledge gives,

Shall not all my fears be o'er ?
Calm, though death's long night be fraught
Still with many an anxious thought?

2 Jesus my Redeemer lives,
And His life I soon shall see;
Bright the hope this promise gives;
Where He is I too shall be.
Shall I fear then 2 Can the Head
Rise and leave the members dead?

3 Close to Him my soul is bound,
In the bonds of hope enclasped;
Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, -
And the Rock hath firmly grasped.
Death shall ne'er my soul remove
From her refuge in Thy Love. |
4 I shall see Him with these eyes,
Him whom I shall surely know;
Not another shall I rise;
With His love my heart shall glow;
Only there shall disappear
Weakness in and round me here.

5 We who suffer, sigh and moan,
Fresh and glorious there shall reign :
Earthly here the seed is sown,
Heavenly it shall rise again;
Natural the death we die, o
Spiritual our life on high.

6 Saviour, help us, that our heart. Rise betimes from earthly lust; Let us there with Thee have part,

. Here obey our Lord and trust.

Fix our hearts beyond the skies,
Whither we ourselves would rise !

Miss Winkworth. 1855. a.
Tr. Louisa Henrietta of Brandenburg. 1653.

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1 JEsus lives | no longer now
Can thy terrors, Death, appal me;
Jesus lives l and this I know,
From the dead. He will recall me.
Brighter scenes will then commence;
This shall be my confidence.

2 Jesus lives to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:
I shall go where He is gone,
Live and reign with Him in heaven.
God is pledged: weak doubtings, hence!
This shall be my confidence.

3 Jesus lives, who died for me;
Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart I’ll ever be,
Glory to my Saviour giving.
God will be a sure Defence;
This shall be my confidence.

4 Jesus lives I know full well, Naught from me His heart shall sever; - Life nor death, nor powers of hell, Tear me from His keeping ever. Freely God doth grace dispense; This shall be my confidence.

Jesus lives henceforth is death
But the gate of Life immortal;
This shall calm my trembling breath,
When I pass its gloomy portal.
“Lord,” I’ll cry, as fails each sense,
“Lord, Thou art my confidence l’’

Frances Elizabeth Coac. 1841. a. - Tr. Christian F. Gellert. 1757.

1945 Willkommen, Held im Streite. C. M.

1 WELcome, Thou Victor in the strife,
Welcome from out the cave
To-day we triumph in Thy life
Around Thine empty grave.

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3 The dwellings of the just resound
With songs of victory;
For in their midst Thou, Lord, art found,
And bringest peace with Thee.

4 0 let Thy conquering banner wave
O'er hearts Thou makest free;
And point the path that from the grave
Leads heavenward up to Thee.
5 We bury all our sin and crime
Deep in our Saviour's tomb,
And seek the treasure there, that time
Nor change can e'er consume.

6 Fearless we lay us in the tomb,
And sleep the night away,
If Thou art there to break the gloom,
And call us back to day.
7 Death hurts us not: his power is gone,
And pointless all his darts:
God's favor now on us hath shone,
Joy filleth all our hearts.
Miss Winkworth. 1855.
Tr. Benjamin Schmolk. 1712.

196 C. M. 1 FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord, My Savior, and my Head, I trust in Thee, whose powerful word Hath raised Him from the dead. 2 Thou knowest for my offence He died, And rose again for me; Fully and freely justified, That I might live to Thee. 3 Eternal life to all mankind Thou hast in Jesus given; And all who seek, in Him, shall find The happiness of heaven. 4 Obedient faith, that waits on Thee, Thou never wilt reprove; But Thou wilt form Thy Son in me, And perfect me in love.

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