mf 2 Weep not for Him at Calvary's station; mf 4 By death He death's dark king defeated,

Weep only for thy sins:

And overcame the grave;

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Thy doubting servant chide, And bad'st the eye of sense behold Thy wounded hands and side;

2 Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe
To own Thee God and Lord,
And from His hour of darkness draw

A fuller faith's reward.

St. Albinus,

C.M.

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Jesus lives! by this we know,
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
Hallelujah!

135 And Thomas answered and said unto Him, My Lord and my God.-JOHN XX. 28.

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3 And while that wondrous record now

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Of unbelief we hear,

O let us only lowlier bow
In self-distrusting fear;

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2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of Life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.
Hallelujah!

Jesus lives! for us He died;
Then, alone to Jesus living,

Behold I am alive for evermore.-REV. i. 18. thy now

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4 And pray that we may never dare
Thy Spirit so to grieve;
But at the last their blessing share
Who see not, yet believe.

Mrs. Emma L. Toke.

H. J. GAUNTLETT.

Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.

Hallelujah!

Jesus lives! our hearts know well, Nought from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell, Tear us from His keeping ever.

Hallelujah!

5 Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:

May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.

Hallelujah! Christian F. Gellert, tr. by F. E. Cox.

A men.

Anagola.

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But in the hope, that shall not die,
To rise and live again.

C.M. D.

That I may know... the power of His resurrection.-PHIL. iii. 10.

EAR Saviour of a dying world,

Where grief and change must be,
In the new grave where Thou wast laid
My heart lies down with Thee:

O not in cold despair of joy,

Or weariness of pain,

f 2 I would arise in all Thy strength
My place on earth to fill;
To work out all my time of war

With love's unflinching will;
Firm against every doubt of Thee

For all my future way:
To walk in heaven's eternal light
Throughout the changing day.

mf 3 And then, there shall be yet an end;
An end how full to bless!

How dear to those who watch for Thee
With human tenderness!

T. H. H. CROSSLEY.

Then shall the saying come to pass
That makes our hope complete:
And, rising from the conquered grave,
Thy parted ones shall meet.

4 Yes, they shall meet, and face to face,
By heart to heart be known,
Clothed with Thy likeness, Lord of Life,
And perfect in their own:

For this corruptible must rise,
From its corruption free,

And this frail mortal must put on
Thine immortality.

f 5 Shine then, Thou resurrection Light,
Upon our sorrows shine;
The fulness of Thy joy be ours,

As all our griefs were Thine:
Now in this changing, dying life,

Our faded hopes restore,
Till, in Thy triumph perfected,
We taste of death no more.
Anna L. Waring.

3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,

That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.

W. RICHARDSON.

A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veiled Thee from our eyes.

Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds;
Let Thy dear grace be given,
That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heaven.

5 That where Thou art, at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love may be:
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.

Mrs. C. F. Alexander.

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We see Jesus... crowned with glory-HEB. ii. 9.
OOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious,
See the Man of sorrows now
From the fight returned victorious!

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Every knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him, crown Him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown Him, crown Him;
Crown the Saviour King of kings!

mf 3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
f Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name :
Crown Him, crown Him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

ff 4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation!
Hark! those loud triumphant chords !
Jesus takes the highest station :

O, what joy the sight affords !

Crown Him, crown Him
King of kings, and Lord of lords!

T. Kelly.