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2 In the cold prison of a tomb

The dear Redeemer lay ;
Till the revolving skies had brought

The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force

To hold our God in vain ; The sleeping Conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.
4 To Thy great name, Almighty Lord,

These sacred hours we pay ;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim

The triumph of the day.
5 Salvation and immortal praise

To our victorious King; Let heaven and earth, and rocks, and seas,

With glad hosannas ring.


1 Cor. xv. 55. C. M. ROSE 1 BRosannas nin the air

RIGHT sunbeams deck the joyful sky, The world is shouting victory,

And hell is in despair.
2 This morn our mighty King arose

From Death's infernal cave,
And many a saint to welcome Him

Hath left his ancient grave.
3 In vain they sealed the sepulchre,

And watch'd around His tomb; The Lord hath gained the victory,

And Death is overcome. 4 Then weep no more at Death's dark power

Let no more tears be shed;
For why? The Vanquisher of Death
Is risen from the dead,


5 To Him who battle did with Death

In pain and peril sore,
To Him who gain'd the victory

Be praises evermore. 311

1 Cor. xv. 20. 1 YHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

He endured the cross and grave,

Sinners to redeem and save. 2 Lo! He rises, mighty King :

Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Lo! He claims His native sky:

Grave, where is thy victory?
3 Sinners, see your ransom paid,

Peace with God for ever made.
With your risen Saviour rise ;

Claim your mansions in the skies. 4 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

Our triumphant holy day.
Loud the song of victory raise ;
Shout the great Redeemer's praise.

312 Mark xvi

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Co Be the saints, unok here and



8.7.4. KELLY. 1

See place where
He has burst His bands asunder:
He has borne our sins away.

Joyful tidings !
Yes, the Lord is ris’n to-day.
2 Jesus triumphs, sing ye praises :

'Twas by death He overcame.
Thus the Lord His glory raises;
Thus He fills His foes with shame.

Sing ye praises,
Praises to the Victor's name.

3 Jesus triumphs; countless legions

Come from heaven to meet their King.
Soon in yonder happy regions,
They shall join His praise to sing :

Songs eternal
Shall through heaven's high arches ring.

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Mark xvi. 4. 7's. GIBBONS. 1

Death, yield up thy mighty prey: See, He rises from the tomb,

Radiant with immortal bloom. 2 'Tis the Saviour; angels, raise

Fame's eternal trump of praise ;
Let the earth's remotest bound

Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Heaven displays her portals wide,

Glorious Victor, through them ride;
King of glory, mount Thy throne,

Thy great Father's and Thine own. 4 Praise Him, all ye heavenly choirs,

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ;
Shout, О earth, in rapturous song,

Let the strains be sweet and strong. 6 Every note with wonder swell,

Sin o'erthrown, and conquer'd hell;
Where is hell's once dreaded king?
Where, 0 death, thy mortal sting?

Luke xxiv. 5.

C. M 1 W

HY search ye in the narrow tomb Heaven spreads her gates to make Him

His glory álls the sky


2 Lift up your hearts, and stretch your eyes:

The Saviour is not here. Behold the Conqueror arise,

To grace a brighter sphere.

3 Angels with loud exulting songs

Welcome their Lord again. To us the victory belongs :

For us the Lamb was slain.

4 And shall we, Lord, ascend with Thee,

And see Thee as Thou art,
From death's terrific power made free,

And say from Satan's dart ?

5 Saviour, since Thou art gone before,

Grant that we, too, may go
Where sin's dark empire is no more,

And death a vanquish'd foe.


Psalm lxviil. 18.




Broke the barriers of the grave,
And, victorious from the dead,
Sin and Satan captive led.

Hallelujah 1
2 He, immaculately pure,

Did for us the curse endure;
And that God might grant us grace,
Guiltless took the guilty's place.

3 Death, life, mercy, Satan, sin,

All His keeping are within ;
He from evil can deliver
Those who trust in Him for ever.


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Luke xxiv. 6. 1

When death's dark region, sad and drear, Those strange mysterious sounds did hear,

“The Lord is risen."

2 The holy Captive's bonds are riven,

To Him the keys of death are given,
Be glad, O earth, and shout, o heaven,

“ The Lord is risen."
3 Shall this triumphant theme inspire

Each angel's song, each seraph's lyre,
And I not sing with such a choir

“ The Lord is risen ?"
4 Yet not for them His life he gave;

He did not die their souls to save;
It is for man that from the grave

“The Lord is risen."
5 For man He left His glorious throne,

For man to death's dark realm went down; And now to heaven, for man alone,

“The Lord is risen."



Psalm xxiv. 7, 8. L. M. C. WESLEY. 1 UR Lord is risen from the dead :

. The powers of hell are captive led,

Dragg’d to the portals of the sky.
2 There His triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates !
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

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