HYMN CLXXIX. P. M.

Resurrection of Christ, and immortality secured.

1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die.

Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him,

And short the dominion of death and the

grave;

He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him,

Resplendent in glory, to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.'

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ; The being he gave us, death cannot destroy.

Sad were the life we must part with to

morrow,

If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;

But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sorrow,

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.

Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not

Resurrection of Christ, and blessings of salvation.

1 Hosanna! let us join to sing
The glories of our rising king;
Recount his victories, and tell
How Jesus triumph'd when he fell.

2 Soon as the morning's earliest ray Brings on the third, th' appointed day, Behold an angel from the skies

Roll back the stone, and Jesus rise.

3 With strength immortal, forth he comes,
And power and life from God resumes;
The days of pain and sorrow past,
His triumph shall for ever last.

4 Ye tribes of Adam! raise the song ;
And, with your noblest notes, prolong
The triumphs of that day of grace,
Which seal'd salvation to our race.

5 Salvation-joy-inspiring theme!
Best gift of him who reigns supreme;
Sweet balm of every human woe,
And source of boundless joy below!
6 Salvation-sons of men! record
The glories of your dying Lord;
The triumphs of the Saviour tell,
Who died, and conquer'd when he fell.

HYMN CLXXXI. L. M.

Christ's resurrection and ascension.

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Saviour is ascended 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 their 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 bursts the bands of death and night,
And heaven receives the Conqueror in.

4 Whom did the Lord of life subdue ?
The tyrant death, his arm o'ercame,
The world and hell his power o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

5 Who is the King of glory-who?
The Christ, with God's own power pos-
sess'd,

And made our King and Saviour too ;-
Thanks be to God, for ever bless'd!

HYMN CLXXXII. 7s M.

Ascension of Christ.

1 Jesus, our triumphant head,
Risen victorious from the dead:

To the realms of glory's gone,
To ascend his rightful throne,
2 Cherubs on the Conqueror gaze,
Seraphs glow with brighter blaze ;
Each bright order of the sky
Hails him as he passes by.

3 Heaven its King congratulates,
Opens wide her golden gates.
Angels songs of vict'ry bring;
All the blissful regions ring,

4 Sinners, join the heavenly powers;
For redemption all is ours.
Humble penitents shall prove
Blood-bought pardon, dying love.

5 Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord;
Holy Lamb! incarnate word!
Hail, thou suff'ring Son of God!
Take the trophies of thy blood.

HYMN CLXXXIII. H. M.

Christ seen of angels.

10 ye immortal throng

Of angels round the throne!
Join with our feeble song

To make the Saviour known;

On earth ye knew

His radiant face

His wondrous grace!

In heaven ye view.

2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh array'd;
Benevolent and mild,

While in the manger laid;

And peace on earth,
Proclaim'd aloud.

3 Ye in the wilderness

Beheld the tempter spoil'd,-
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foil'd;

And joy'd to crown

When Satan fled

The victor's head,

Before his frown.

4 Around the bloody tree

Ye press'd with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see,

The Lord of life expire;

And could your eyes Have known a tear, Had dropp'd it there In sad surprise.

5 Around his sacred tomb A willing watch ye keep, Till the bless'd moment come To rouse him from his sleep; Then roll'd the stone, And all ador'd With joy unknown.

Your rising Lord,

6 When all array'd in light
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight
Up to the throne of God;