Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains:
Say, "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?"
312. Easter-Day.
1 JESUS, who dy'd a world to save,
Revives and rises from the grave,
By his almighty power:
From sin, and death, and hell set free,
He captive leads captivity,
And lives to die no more.
2 Children of God, look up and see
Your Saviour cloth'd with majesty,
Triumphant o'er the tomb:
Give o'er your griefs, cast off your fears,
In heaven your mansions he prepares,
And soon will take you home.
3 His church is still his joy and crown,
He looks with love and pity down
On her he did redeem:
He tastes her joys, he feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,
And ever reign with him."
4 O may we all from sin awake,
And all in heaven our places take,
Near our exalted Head!
May all our souls to heaven aspire,
In thought, in will, in strong desire,
To carnal pleasures dead!
1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day
Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply,
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 his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,
Where, O death, is now thy sting!
Once he dy'd our souls to save,
Where's thy victory, O grave!
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail the resurrection-Thou!
7 King of glory! Soul of bliss!
Everlasting life is this
Thee to know, thy power to prove;
Thus to sing, and thus to love.
BEHOLD! the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave;
His rising removes all our fears,
And shews him almighty to save.
How strong were his tears and his cries!
The worth of his blood how divine! How perfect his sacrifice is,
Who rose, though he suffer'd for sin ! 2 The man who was crowned with thorns, The man who on Calvary dy'd.
The man who bore scourging and scorn, Whom sinners agree to deride;
Now blessed for ever is made,
And life has rewarded his pain;
Now glory has crowned his head,
Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.
3 Believing, we share in his joy;
By faith we partake of his rest;
In hope we can cheerfully die;
For with him we expect to be blest.
This makes us regardless of fume,
And riches and honours despise ;
We suffer for Jesus's name,
And die that with him we may rise.
4 We wait for his coming again,
To raise us in glory with him;
Then gladness his saints shall obtain,
His foes shall be clothed with shame.
Then shall his afflicted and poor,
From dust and the dunghill be rais'd; Their want and disgrace are no more: By him they with princes are plac'd. 5 Then will he most fully reward
The kindnesses done to his name; For faithfully he hath declar'd,
He takes them as deeds done to him: "Ye blest of my Father, come near, Sit down on my heavenly throne; Inherit the kingdom prepar'd
For those who delight in his Son.' 6 Then let us look forward to this, And joyfully take up his cross; His servants shall be where he is, And all that we lose is but dross; They're honour'd whom he shall approve, Their riches shall never decay; Their joy is complete in his love, Their tears shall be all wip'd away.
315 The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes,
3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies;..
With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes,
4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abòde;
Sweet be the accents of our songs,
To our incarnate God.
5. Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
HEAR, O heavens! O earth, attend!
Creation hear the joyful sound!
Christ who dy'd, is risen again,
And with endless glory crown'd.
2 Hence flows hope to guilty man,
Hence our way is pav'd to heaven,
Jesus died for our sins,
Now he lives, and we're forgiven.
3 What though we are worthless all,
Sinners against the richest grace!
Wrath divine is now appeas'd,
Boundless mercy now takes place.
4 See! our Intercessor dives,
Hear him plead before the throne!
Father, save my guilty flock,
Save, for now thy will is done. skl
5 These are they whom I have lov'd,
They whom thou to me didst give
These I purchas'd with my blood;
Since I dy'd, O let them live!:
6 Just, O well-belov'd, thy plea,
Just whate'er thy lips can crave;
Thou hast dy'd for guilty men,
Now I can be just and save.
7 Save then these thy much lov'd sheep,
Save them all, for they are thine;
Bless, as I have honoured thee;
Let them be for ever mine.
8 Blessed God! what grace is her!
How shall sinners grateful prove?"
How that gratitude express
For thy rich preventing love? oj
9 How! but by their love to thee,
To thy people, to thy laws,
Daily taking up their cross,
Gladly suffering for thy cause Pack
*316. The Same.
UR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high,"
The powers of hell are captive led, n
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
There his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,'
Lift your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Ye everlasting doors give ways A 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, We And wide unfold the ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right, Receive the king of glory inil "Who is the King of Glory, who??? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame;
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