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 sev'ral crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.
SECTION THIRD-HIS RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION.
S. M. The certainty of Christ's resurrection. Luke xxiv, 15,
"THE Lord is ris'n indeed:"
And are the tidings true?
: we beheld the Saviour bleed,
"And saw him living too."
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
Then is his task perform'd;
The captive surely now is free'd,
And death our foe disarm'd.
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
Then hell hath lost its prey ;
With him shall rise the ransom'd seed
To reign in endless day.
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
He lives to die no more;
He lives his people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.
"The Lord is ris'n indeed:"
Attending angels hear,
Up to the courts of heav'n with speed
The joyful tidings bear.
6 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord:
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
7s. The resurrection of Christ.
1 CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to day,
Sons of men, and angels, say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heav'ns, 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.
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 vict'ry, boasting grave?"
5 Hail, thou Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection-Thou.
148th. The resurrection of Christ. Matt. xxviii. 2—6.
YES, the Redeemer rose,
The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our mighty foes
High rais'd his conqu'ring head;
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.
Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come, and wing their way
From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.
Then back to heav'n they fly,
And the glad tidings bear :
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled
"Hath left the dead; He rose to-day."
Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry, "Jesus who bled
"Hath left the dead, no more to die!"
5 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Who sav'd us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And glories gain beyond the skies.
148th. The perfection of Christ's redemption proved by his resurrection. Romans viii. 34.
THE happy morn is come:
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Almighty now to save:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus rose and left the dead.
Who now accuseth them,'
For whom the Surety died?
Or who shall those condemn,
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus rose and left the dead.
Now the ungodly dares
The holy God draw near;
Justice itself declares
No cause remains for fear:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus rose and left the dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid,
The glorious work is done;
On him our help is laid,
The victory is won:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus rose and left the dead.
5 Hail, the triumphant Lord!
The Resurrection thou;
Hail, the incarnate Word!
Before thy throne we bow:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus rose and left the dead.
C. M. Christ's triumph over death. Acts ii. 24.
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 Now Christ our Lord exalted reigns,
And scatters blessings down,
Our Saviour fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode :
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.
5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise,
Let heav'n, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
8.7.7. Christ's conquest of his foes. Isa, 1xiii.] —— 6,
1 WHO is this that comes from Edom,
All his raiment stain'd with blood:
To the slave proclaiming freedom;
Bringing and bestowing good:
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoils he bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav'lling onward in his might:
'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
To his people is the sight!
Jesus now is strong to save:
Mighty to redeem the slave.
3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
'Tis the blood of many slain :
Of his foes there's none remaining;
None the contest to maintain:
Fallen now, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 This the Saviour has effected,
By his mighty arm alone;
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