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2 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! 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. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns! Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains! "Live for ever, wondrous King, Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting? "And where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 241, L. M.

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Christ's Humiliation and Glory:

The Saviour full of truth and grace;
In songs of triumph spread his fame,
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry place.
He kindly laid aside his crown,
And robes of awful majesty,
And came to take a servant's form,
To bear our sins, and for us die.
By dying, Jesus pluck'd the sting

Of death-and, rising from the grave,
He triumph'd o'er the mighty king
Of terrors, as his captive slave.
Then to his heav'nly throne arose,
Whence he'll descend again to be
Throughout the world ador'd and prais'd
By ev'ry tongue, and ev'ry knee.
All glory to his sacred name;

Let ev'ry tongue exalt his praise:
And heav'n and earth aloud proclaim
His sov'reign, saving, boundless grace.
242. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Christ's Death, Victory, and Dominion.
SING my Saviour's wondrous death,
He conquer'd when he fell;

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Tis finish'd, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;"

To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns,
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

243. C. M. Dr. Watts. Christ's Victory over Satan. 1H The prince of darkness flies, TOSANNA to our conqu'ring King

His troops rush heading down to hell,
Like lightning from the skies.

2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the rescu'd sheep;
But heavy bars confine their pow'r
And malice to the deep.

3 Hosanna to our conqu'ring King!
All hail, incarnate love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.

4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame
Thro' the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing

The triumph thou hast won.

244. Sevens.

Resurrection of Christ. 1 Cor. xv. 20, 55.

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Cons 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! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his 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, boasting grave?
245. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.

The Resurrection of Jesus. Matt. xxviii. 5, 0. E humble souls, that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away;

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And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought;
Such wonders love can do;

Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you.

3 But raise your eyes, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again;

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqu'ror could detain.

4 With joy like his, shall ev'ry saint
His empty tomb survey;

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Then rise, with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.

246. Sevens.

The Resurrection and Ascension.

ANGELS, od the rock

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Death, yield up thy mighty prey

See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Tis the Saviour! angels raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise!
In long triumph up the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.
Heaven displays her portals wide:
Glorious hero, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount thy throne,
Thy great Father's, and thy own.

5 Praise him, all ye heav'nly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres,
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong.
6 Ev'ry note with wonder swell,
Sin o'erthrown, and captiv'd hell;
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, O death, thy mortal sting!
247. L. M. Mr. Wesley's Collection.
Christ's Ascension. Ps. xxiv. 7.

10Bur Jesus is gone up on high;

UR Lord is risen from the dead,

The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors, give way!
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
The King of Saints and angels too,
God over all, for ever blest.

248. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Resurrection and Ascension. Psalm xxiv.

1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of Glory nigh
Who can this King of Glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
2 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display
To make the Lord the Saviour way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell
The conqu'ror comes, with God to dwell.

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Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heav'n's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer, and their God.
249. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

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HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,

Who clothed himself in clay,

Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

Death is no more the King of Dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our bellish foes.

See how the conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

There our exalted Saviour reigns,

And scatters blessings down;
While seraphs praise in lofty strains
Around th' eternal throne.

5 [Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;

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Sweet be the accents of your songs,
To our incarnate God.

Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise!

Let heav'n and all created things

Sound our Immanuel's praise.]

250. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Christ ascending and reigning. Ps. xlvii. FOR 2 shout of sacred joy

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To God the sov'reign King!

Let ev'ry land their tongues employ
And hymns of triumph sing;

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Jesus, our God, ascends on high!

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His beav'nly guards around

Attend him, rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honour sing;
O'er all the earth be reigns.

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