Oft wondering how, or where, at last, They saw Him break the bars of death, 6 They brought his chariot from above, To bear Him to his throne, 1 Spread their triumphant wings, and sang, "The glorious work is done!" HYMN 43. (s. M.) Praise to the Redeemer. PREPARE a thankful song His praises should employ each tongue, 2 He laid his glories by, And shame and death endured, 4 The Holy Ghost He sends, 5 Such rich unbounded grace; 1 2 3 4 5 6 Nor Satan's bondage longer choose, But seek the Saviour's face! HYMN 44. (s. M.) Invitation to praise God. AWAKE, and sing the song Wake every heart, and every tongue, Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power: Sing, till we feel our heartstick Sing on your heavenly way, Soon shall we hear Him say, There shall our raptured tongue song HYMN 45. (L. M.). Christ touched with the feeling of our infirmities. 1 THE Lord, who once on Calvary bled, And rose triumphant from the dead, Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, The Friend of man's apostate race. 2 There as our Advocate He reigns, Touch'd with the feeling of our pains ; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, and groans, and agonies. 3 In every pang that rends the heart, This Man of sorrows bears a part:" In all our grief, our grief He shares, And rescues us from Satan's snares. 4 Oh! let us then before His throne With boldness make our sorrows, known: And seek, from fears distrustful freed, His grace to help in time of need. HYMN 46. (L.M.) / Christ's triumphs over death and the grave. L 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies; His tomb, who groan'd beneath your load; But freely pour'd both tears and blood. s Oh! love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for inen ; But lo! what sudden joys we see! 5 Cease, cease your tears, ye saints, and tell Encouragement from the triumphs of Christ. 1 COME ye, who love the Lord, And feel his quickening power, Unite with one accord, 2 3 His goodness to adore : To heaven and earth aloud proclaim, He left his throne above, His glory laid aside, Came down on wings of love, And wept, and bled, and died: The pangs He bore, what tongue can tell, He burst the grave; He rose And thence his vanquish'd foes Up through the heavens the Conqueror rode Triumphant to the throne of God. 4 He soon again will come, (His chariot will not stay) HYMN 48. (C. M.) Christ's resurrection a pledge of ours. 1 WHEN Christ victorious from the grave, He gave to all his saints a pledge, 2 Though for a time they sleep in dust, Soon the Archangel's trump shall sound, 3 If we are Christ's, and persevere, By true and living faith; 4 For us, unworthy as we are, 5 Help us then, Lord, to live to Thee, |