2. Come saints and drop a tear or two,
For Him who groaned beneath your
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.
3. Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see,-
Jesus the dead revives again!
4. The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's courts he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
5. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains.
7s. His Resurrection.
CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!
Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high!
Sing ye heavens,-and earth reply.
2. Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3. Lives again our glorious King!
'Where, O death, is now thy sting?'
Once he died our souls to save;
'Where's thy victory, boasting grave?'
4. Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head,
Made like him, like him we rise,
Our's the cross, the grave, the skies.
5. Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the Resurrection--Thou!
LO the rock is rolled away,
Death yields up his mighty prey;
Jesus, rising from the tomb,
Scatters all its fearful gloom.
2. Mortals! shout in rapturous song ;
Let the notes be sweet and strong;
Hail the Son of God, this morn,
From his sepulchre new born.
3. Praise him, ye celestial choirs!
Praise and sweep your golden lyres!
Praise him in the noblest songs,
From ten thousand, thousand tongues.
4. Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell!
Where O death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?
5. Let Immanuel be adored,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
To creation's utmost bound,
Let the immortal praise resound.
106 L. M. Benefit of Christ's Resurrection. WALLIN. WHEN I the sacred tomb survey,
Where once my Saviour deigned to lie:
I see fulfilled what prophets say,
And all the power of death defy.
2. This empty tomb shall now proclaim,
How weak the bands of conquered death:
Sweet pledge!—that all who trust his name
Shall rise, and draw immortal breath.
3. Jesus, once numbered 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.
4. Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold!
See the rich diadem he wears!
Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when he appears.
107 L. M. Moral Influence of Christ's Resurrection.
BELIEVING Souls, who Jesus know,
If risen indeed with Him ye are,
Superior to the joys below,
His resurrection's power declare.
2. Your faith by holy tempers prove,
By actions shew your sins forgiven,
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ your Head to heaven.
3. There your exalted Saviour see,
Seated at God's right hand again,
In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting pomp to reign.
4. To Him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place,
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.
78. His Ascension.
JESUS is gone up on high;
Angels come to meet their King ;
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,
While the victor's praise they sing,-
'Open now, ye heavenly gates!
"Tis the King of glory waits:
2. Now behold him high enthroned!
Glory beaming from his face!
By adoring angels owned,
God of holiness and grace!
O for hearts and tongues to sing
'Glory, glory, to our King!'
3. Jesus, on thy people shine!
Warm our hearts aud tune our tongues!
That with angels we may join,
Share their bliss and swell their songs.
Glory, honour, praise and power,
Lord, be thine for evermore!
O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2. Jesus our God ascends on high!
His heavenly guards around,
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.
3. While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4. Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5. In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
THOUSANDS of angels at thy gate,
And great archangels stand,
And twenty thousand chariots wait,
Great Lord thy dread command !
2. Through all thy great, thy vast domains,
With God-like honours clad,
Captivity in captive chains
Triumphing thou hast led:
3. That thou might'st dwell with men below,
And be their God and King;
From this low world, this land of wo,
Shalt thou thy people bring.
4. To heavenly mansions, high and fair,
Our Captain's gone before,
Shall for his host the way prepare,
And they shall faint no more.
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