3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer Your early footsteps bend, The Saviour will himself be there, Your advocate and friend: Once by the law your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again.
4 How tranquil now the rising day! ’Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord to chase away Your unbelieving fears: O! weep no more your comforts slain; The Lord is risen—he lives again.
5 And when the shades of evening fall, When life’s last hour draws nigh— If Jesus shine upon the soul, How blissful then to die: Since he has risen who once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again.
187 S. M. Redemption completed.
“The Lord is risen indeed!” Then is his work performed; The mighty captive now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed.
2 “The Lord is risen indeed!” He lives to die no more; He lives, his people’s cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore.
3 “The Lord is risen indeed!” The grave has lost his prey: With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day.
4 “The Lord is risen indeed!”— Attending angels! hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear.
5 Then wake your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs! To sing our risen Lord.
188 H. M. Thou reigning Son of God.
Yes, the Redeemer rose: The Saviour left the dead, And o’er his hellish foes High raised his conquering head: In wild dismay, The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away.
2 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.
3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear; Hark! as they soar on high What music fills the air: Their anthems say, Jesus who bled Has left the dead— He rose to-day!
4 You mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, Jesus who bled Has left the dead No more to die!
5 All hail! triumphant Lord, Who saved us by thy blood: Wide be thy name adored, Thou reigning Son of God! With thee we rise, With thee we reign, And kingdoms gain Beyond the skies.
189 7s. The stone rolled away.
Angels! roll the rock away; Death! yield up thy mighty prey; See! the Saviour leaves the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 Hark! the wondering angels raise Louder notes of joyful praise: Let the earth’s remotest bound Echo with the blissful sound.
3 Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes, See him high in glory rise! Ranks of angels, on the road, Hail him—the incarnate God.
4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide, See the Conqueror through them ride! King of glory! mount thy throne— Boundless empire is thine own.
5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs! Tune, and sweep your golden lyres: Raise, O earth! your noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues.
190 7s. Christ, the first fruits.
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high: Sing ye heavens! thou 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 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal— Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King! Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died, our souls to save: Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?
5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!
6 King of glory, Fount of bliss, Everlasting life is this: Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love.
191 7s. The Resurrection.
Morning breaks upon the tomb, Jesus scatters all its gloom; Day of triumph through the skies— See the glorious Saviour rise!
2 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious cares away; See the place where Jesus lay!
3 Christian! dry your flowing tears, Chase your unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save.
192 7s, double. Mary at the tomb.
Mary to the Saviour’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved had gone: For a while she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise; Trembling, while a crystal flood Issued from her weeping eyes.