Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Ience shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.
His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
aise your devotion, mortal tongues, His praises to record;
weet be the accents of your songs victorious Lord.
right angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise;
et heav'n and all created things Sound our Immanuel's praise!
PSALM 20-8's, 7's, 4's.-[Rome.
ARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
e! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky'
It is finish'd!
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly pleasures without measure
Flow to us from Christ the Lord;
It is finish'd!
Saints, the dying words record.
Finish'd all the types and shadows
Of the once unfinish'd law!
Finish'd all that God had promis'd,
Death and hell no more shall awe :
It is finish'd!
Saints, from this your comfort draw.
Tune your harps anew, you seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name:
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
PSALM 21-L. M.-[Venango.
HE dies, the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
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 Lord forsakes the tomb!
(The tomb in vain forbids his rise!)
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout his welcome to the skies!
Break off your tears, you saints, and tell How high our great deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster Death in chains
Say, 'Live forever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!'
Then ask the monster, 'Where's thy sting
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
PSALM 22-L. M.-[Supplication.
WHEN We the sacred grave survey,
In which the Saviour deign'd to lie,
We see fulfill'd what Prophets say,
And all the pow'r of death defy.
This empty tomb shall now proclaim
How weak the bands of conquer'd death;
Sure pledge that all who trust his name
Shall rise and draw immortal breath.
Our surety freed declares us free,
For whose offences he was seiz'd:
In his release our own we see,
And joy to see Jehovah pleas'd.
Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
Then, though in dust we lay our head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
Our flesh forever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave!
PSALM 23-8's.—[Greenfield's.
THE angels that watch'd round the tomb Where low the Redeemer was laid, When deep in mortality's gloom
He hid for a season his head;
That veil'd their fair face while he slept,
And ceas'd their sweet harps to employ,
Have witness'd his rising, and swept
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
You saints, who once languish'd below,
But long since have enter'd your rest,
I pant to be glorified too,
To lean on Immanuel's breast!
The grave in which Jesus was laid
Has buried my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
O sweet is the season of rest,
When life's weary journey is done!
The blush that spreads over its west,
The last ling'ring ray of its sun!
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heartstrings shall break;
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek!
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave,
The sunbeam of life as it sets
Leaves a halo of peace on the grave.
PSALM 24-6's, 4's.-[New Wales.
YES, the Redeemer rose:
The Saviour left the dead,
And o'er his hellish foes
High rais'd his conquʼring head:
In wild dismay,
The guards around
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.
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