BETHABARA. 8.7.D.

HENRY SMART (1812-1879),

gladness, Sing to God

2 Now the iron bars are broken, Christ from death to life is born, Glorious life, and life immortal,

On this holy Easter morn:
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise,
We with Him to life eternal
By His resurrection rise.

3 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest-field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine,
From the furrows of the grave.

4 Christ is risen, we are risen!
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face,
So that we, with hearts in Heaven,
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.

5 Alleluia! Alleluia!

Glory be to God on high,
To the Father, and the Saviour,
Who has gained the victory;
Glory to the Holy Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctity:
Alleluia! Alleluia!

To the Triune Majesty.

Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885), 1865

2 Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He has gained the victory;
He who on the cross did suffer,

He who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan,
He by death has spoiled His foes.

3 Thou hast raised our human nature

On the clouds to God's right hand, There we sit in heavenly places,

There with Thee in glory stand;
Jesus reigns adored by angels,

Man with God is on the throne,
Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension
We by faith behold our own.

4 Lift us up from earth to Heaven, Give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspiration

Wafting us to realms above; That, with hearts and minds uplifted, We with Christ our Lord may dwell, Where He sits enthroned in glory In the heavenly citadel.

5 So at last, when He appeareth,

We from out our graves may spring, With our youth renewed like eagles', Flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of Heaven, And may meet Him in the air, Rise to realms where He is reigning, And may reign forever there.

Bp. Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. Ab.

まぼ

us free:

HERALD ANGELS. 7.D.

FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY (1809-1847), 1846.

I. HAIL the day that sees Him rise,

Re-as-cends His native Heav'n.

Take the King of glory