T is finish'd!"-Shall we raise
Songs of sorrow, or of praise;
Mourn to see the Saviour die,
Or triumph in His victory?
2 If of Calvary we tell,
How can songs of triumph swell?
If of man, redeem'd from woe,
How shall notes of mourning flow?
3 Ours the guilt which pierc'd His side;
Ours the sin for which He died:
But the blood which flow'd to-day
Wash'd that sin and guilt away.
4 Lamb of God! Thy death hath giv'n
Pardon, peace, and hope of heav'n.
"It is finish'd"-let us raise
Songs of thankfulness and praise!
HRIST the Lord is ris'n to day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heav'ns, 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 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids Him rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting ?"
Once He died our souls to save,
"Where's thy victory, O grave?"
5 Hail, thou Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to Thee by both be giv❜n:
Thee we greet triumphant now-
Hail, the resurrection Thou!
CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Hal.
Our triumphant holiday;
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
2 Hymns of joy then let us sing
Unto Christ our Heav'nly King;
For the pains which He endur'd
Our salvation have secur'd.
3 Lo! He rises, Mighty King!
Where, O Death! is now thy sting?
Lo! He claims his native sky!
Grave! where is thy victory?
4 Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Our triumphant holiday:
Now He reigns above the sky,
Where the angels ever cry,
HIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud Hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.
2 0 what a night was that, which wrapt
The Heathen world in gloom!
O what a Sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 The Powers of Darkness leagu'd in vain
To bind our Lord in death:
He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
By his expiring breath!
4 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join
To hail this happy morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings. On nations yet unborn!
HYMN XXV. L. M.
HE Saviour lives, no more to die:
He lives, the Lord enthron'd on high:
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave:
He lives, eternally to save!
2 He lives, to still his children's fears:
He lives, to wipe away their tears:
He lives, their mansion to prepare :
He lives, to bring them safely there!
3 Behold the Intercessor stand
For ever at the Father's hand,
To turn his fiery wrath away,
To shield us in the dreadful day!
4 He wings each pray'r, He speeds each vow;
Through Him the answ'ring blessings flow;
By Him our peace on earth is given,
By Him th' enduring peace of Heaven!
HYMN XXVI. P. M.
THE happy morn is come!
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save :
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Who now accuseth them
For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid,
By Him our victory won;
Captivity is captive led ;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
HYMN XXVII. C. M.
REJOICE, ye saints, the morn is come,
Foretold by Jesus' word;
Rejoice, your Saviour bursts the tomb,
Of life and death the Lord.
2 The Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more;
The Light which scatters all your fears.
Your rising God adore.
3 Alone the dreadful race he ran,
Alone the wine-press trod :
He groans-he dies-behold the Man!
He lives-behold the God!
4 In vain the watch, the stone, the seal, Forbid the Lord to rise;
He breaks the gates of death and hell,
And opens Paradise!
The Ascension.
HYMN XXVIII.
HAIL the day, that sees Him rise
Glorious to His native skies:
Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n,
Enters now the highest heav'n.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ has vanquish'd death and sin;
King of Glory! enter in.
3 Lo! the heav'n its Lord receives,
Yet He loves the earth he leaves :
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind his own.
Still for us He intercedes ;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Great forerunner of our race.
5 Lord, though parted from our sight, Far above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.
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