Hope of Heaven by Christ's Resurrection. 1 BLEST be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky,

He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 What though the frame of man require Our flesh to see the dust,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day,
"T is uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot waste away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.

1 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.

2 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!

3 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains.

5 Say, "Live forever, wondrous king!
Born to redeem and strong to save

Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" And "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"

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DODDRIDGE.

Looking in the Sepulchre.

1 YE humble souls, that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;

And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought,
Such wonders love can do;

Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again!

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqueror could detain.

4 High o'er the angelic bands, he rears His once dishonored head;

And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.

5 With joy like his, shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;

Then rise with his ascending Lord,
Through all his shining way.

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WATTS.

God's Miracles in Christ.

1 BEHOLD the blind their sight receive!
Behold the dead awake and live!

The dumb speak wonders! and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name!

2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises! and appears with God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die!

my heart
4 Hence and forever from
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

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MRS. BARBAULD.

Christ's Precepts of Love.

1 BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands;

His weeping followers gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave,
Became its author well.

3"Blessed is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain :

4 "Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound,

He wants the power to heal.

5 "Peace from the bosom of his Lord,
My peace to him I give;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

6 "To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love."

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Example of Christ.

ENFIELD.

1 BEHOLD where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resigned he bowed and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide! His image may we bear!

O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

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MONTGOMERY.

Christ our Example in Suffering.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.