Surprising mercy!-love unknown!
To suffer-bleed-and die.
3 To dwell with misery here below,
The Saviour left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.
4 Jesus, my soul adoring bends
To love so full, so free;
And may I hope that love extends
Its saving power to me?
5 What glad returns can I impart
For favors so divine?
Oh take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it wholly thine.
1 THE Lord of life, the Saviour, dies,
For mortal crimes a sacrifice:
What love, what mercy-how divine!
Jesus, and can I call thee mine?
2 Be all my heart and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
3 Let humble, penitential wo,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow:
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.
The Resurrection and Ascension.
1 ANGELS, roll the rock away; Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour; angels, raise
Your eternal songs of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide!
Glorious conqueror, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount the throne-
Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs;
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Shout, O earth, in rapturous songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.
The Resurrection of Christ.
breaks upon the tomb,
MORNING breaks
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies-
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2 Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
3. Christian, dry your flowing tears,
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
AIL the day that sees him rise,
Glorious, to his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquished death and sin;
Take the King of Glory in.
3 See, the heaven its Lord receives!
Yet he loves the earth he leaves:
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.
4 Still for us he intercedes;
His prevailing death he pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Great Precursor of our race.
5 What though parted from our sight,
Far above yon starry height;
Thither our affections rise,
Following him beyond the skies.
Jesus Glorified.-John vii. 41, 52.
1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou "Galilean" King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring;
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame;
By thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through thy name.
2 Jesus, hail-enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide:
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding-
Friend and Mediator there.
3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give;
Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
Christ our Intercessor.-Heb. vii. 25.
HE lives-the great Redeemer lives!
What joy the bless'd assurance gives!
And now, before his Father God,
Pleads the full merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.
3 Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts;
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart-
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend,
On thee our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
Confidence in the Intercessor.
ARISE, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands.
My name is written on his hands.
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child-
I can no longer fear;
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