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4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, I MORNING breaks upon the tomb;

Our triumphant holy day; Jesus scatters all its gloom ;

Loud the song of victory raise ; Day of triumph! through the skies

Shout the great Redeemer's praise. See the glorious Saviour rise !

171 2 Christian, dry your flowing tears ; Chase those unbelieving fears;

I ANGELS, roll the rock away! Look on His deserted grave;

Death, yield up thy mighty prey! Doubt no more His power to save.

See, the Saviour leaves the tomb,

Glowing with immortal bloom. 3 Ye, who are of death afraid,

Triumph in the scattered shade; 2 Hark! the wondering angels raise
Drive your anxious cares away;

Louder notes of joyful praise ;
See the place where Jesus lay.

Let the earth's remotest bound 4 Lo! the rising sun appears,"

Echo with the blissful sound. Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; 3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes; Lo! returning beams of light

Now to glory see Him rise Chase the terrors of the night.

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Up to waiting worlds on high. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide ; Our triumphant holy-day;

Mighty Conqueror, through them ride! He endured the cross and grave, King of glory, mount Thy throne ! Sinners to redeem and save.

Boundless empire is Thine own. 2 Lo, He rises, mighty King !

5 Powers of heaven, seraphic choirs, Where, O Death! is now thy sting? Sing and sweep your golden lyres; Lo, He claims His native sky!

Sons of men, in humbler strain Grave, where is thy victory?

Sing your mighty Saviour's reign. 3 Sinners, see your ransom paid, 6 Every note with wonder swell, Peace with God forever made ;

Sin o’erthrown, and captive hell! With your risen Saviour rise,

Where, O death, is now thy sting? Claim with Him the purchased skies. | Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

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12 Thou within the tomb hast slept, I “Christ, the LORD, is risen to-day," Angel-guards Thy vigil kept; Sons of men and angels say ;

'Twas their word to Mary brought Raise your joys and triumphs high,

Tidings of the Lord she sought: Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 3 “Seek Him not among the dead, 2 Love's redeeming work is done,

He is risen, as He said :". Fought the fight, the battle won ; Gladdened by the angelic word, Lo, the sun's eclipse is o'er;

Turning, she beheld her Lord. Lo, he sets in blood no more.

4 Fain like Mary, Lord, would we 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; In Thy glorious presence be ;

Christ hath burst the gates of hell ! Hear Thy voice and see Thy face, Death in vain forbids His rise ;

Praise Thee for Thy wondrous grace. Christ hath opened Paradise !

5 Resurrection-life hast Thou 4 Lives again our glorious King; Given to Thy people now;

“Where, O death, is now thy sting?" Haste the time when raised to Thee, Once He died, our souls to save; We shall manifested be.

“Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" | 6 Blessed Saviour, Victor, King, 5 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!

Hear us now Thy triumphs sing, Praise to Thee by both be given! While we celebrate Thy praise, Thee we greet triumphant now;

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DOXOLOGY. 1 Hail to Thee, our risen King!

Sing we to our God above, Joyfully Thy praise we sing ;

Praise eternal as His love; For, the mighty conflict o'er,

Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Now Thou livest evermore.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, 1 Yes, the Redeemer rose,

Redeemed by Him from hell,

And send the echo round
The Saviour left the dead,

The globe on which you dwell ; And o'er our hellish foes

Transported cry, | Hath left the dead, High raised His conquering head;

“Jesus who bled | No more to die.” In wild dismay, Fall to the ground The guards around | And sink away.

5 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with Thy blood ! 2 Lo, the angelic bands In full assembly meet

Wide be Thy name adored, To wait His high commands,

Thou rising, reigning God !

With Thee we rise, | And empires gain And worship at His feet:

With Thee we reign, | Beyond the skies. Joyful they come, From realms of day And wing their way | To Jesus' tomb.

DOXOLOGY. 3 Then back to heaven they fly,

To God, the Father, Son, And the glad tidings bear;

And Spirit ever blest, Hark! as they soar on high,

Eternal Three in One, What music fills the air !

All worship be addressed : Their anthems say, | Hath left the dead; | As heretofore And shall be so, “Jesus who bled | He rose to-day.” It was, is now, I For evermore !

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18 How blest are they who have not seen, 1 YE sons and daughters of the Lord !

And yet whose faith hath constant The King of glory, King adored,

been, This day Himself from death restored.

| For they eternal life shall win. Hallelujah! .

Hallelujah! 2 On Sunday morn, at break of day,

9 On this most holy Day of days, The faithful women went their way

To God your hearts and voices raise To see the tomb where Jesus lay.

In laud and jubilee and praise !
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Amen.
3 Then straightway one in white they
see,

1 The strife is o'er, the battle done ; Who saith, “Ye seek the Lord, but He The triumph of the Lord is won ; Is risen and gone to Galilee."

Oh let the song of praise be sung! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! 4 That night the apostles met in fear. 2 The powers of death have done their But Christ did in the midst appear,

worst, “ My peace," He said, “be on all

And Jesus hath His foes dispersed ; here!"

Let shouts of praise and joy outburst ! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! 5 When Thomas first these tidings heard,

3 On that third morn He rose again He doubted if it were the Lord,

In glorious majesty to reign;
Until He came and spake this word :-)

Oh let us swell the joyful strain !
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

4 He closed the yawning gates of hell; 6 “Behold My side, O Thomas, see!

The bars from heaven's high portals My hands, My feet, I show to thee,

fell; Nor faithless, but believing be.”

Let songs of joy His triumphs tell ! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! 7 When Thomas saw that wounded side, 5 Lord, by the stripes which wounded The truth no longer he denied ;

Thee,

[free, “ Thou art my Lord and God !” he | From death's dread sting Thy servants cried.

That we may live, and sing to Thee! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Amen.