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! 2 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 Lives again our glorious King! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save; Where thy victory, O grave? 4 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to thee by both be given; Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail! the resurrection thou. 288 C. WESLEY. 1 Angels, roll the rock away! Death, yield up the mighty prey! See, the Saviour quits the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom! 2 Shout, ye seraphs! Gabriel, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise! Let the earth's remotest bound Echo to the joyful sound. 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes; See the Conq'ror mount the skies; When he comes, ye conquer too: He has triumphed thus for you. Used by permission of OLIVER DITSON Co. And short the do-min-ion of death and the grave; He burst from the fet-ters of darkness that bound him, Re-splen-dent in glo- ry, to live and to save. val - ley of sor-row- - We'll rise when he comes, and to meet him as - cend. Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Saviour hath risen, the saints shall not die. 1 With joy we meditate the grace 2 Touched with a sympathy within, 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; 4 Then let our humble faith address 293 1 O let triumphant faith dispel 2 He who his only Son gave up To death, that we might live; 3 Who now his people shall accuse? Who now his people shall condemn? 4 And he who died hath risen again, At God's right hand for us he pleads, 3 "Forgive," he cries, "forgive their sins, 3 Kind Intercessor, to thy love For I myself have died;" And then he shows his open veins, And pleads his wounded side. This blessed hope we owe: O let thy mercies plead above, While we implore below. 295 ROCKINGHAM. L. M. L. MASON. 1. He lives, the great Re-deem-er lives; What joy the blest as-sur-ance gives! And now, before his Fa-ther God, Pleads the full mer it of his blood. 1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives; 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 3 In every dark, distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their power, Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. 4 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend! On him our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 296 1 Oft we, alas, forget the love A. STEELE. Of him who bought us with his blood ; Who now, as our High Priest above, E'er intercedes for us with God. 2 Oft we forget the woe, the pain, The bloody sweat, th' accursed tree, The wrath his soul did once sustain, From sin and death to set us free. 3 Oft we forget that we are one Our life, our hope, our Lord, the same. 297 1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, 2 A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears. He who for men their surety stood, 4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne 298 M. BRUCE. 1 Ah, not like erring man is God, 2 There must a mediator plead, Who God and man may both embrace, 3 And, lo! the Son of God is slain, |