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The waters fled beneath Christ's tread, 1 "The Lord is risen indeed :”
And gave a pathway through.
With the new leaven, the bread of 2. “The Lord is risen indeed :"
heaven; He lives, to die no more ;
All welcome, even the least. He lives His people's cause to plead, 5 O Heavenly Champion,
Whose curse and shame He bore. Death thought to vanquish Thee; 3 "The Lord is risen indeed :"
But death is slain, and Thou again Attending angels, hear!
Art risen, and we are free!
Under Thy glorious feet 4 Then take your golden lyres,
The tyrant lies, and gasps, and dies : And strike each cheerful chord ;
What praise for Thee is meet!
Jesus, we follow Thee, 181
With broken chain, with ended pain,
To life and liberty! 1 We keep the festival Of the slain Lamb our King;
8 All glory be to Thee ! The Red Sea passed, and safe at last,
All worship to Thy Name !
Thee we adore, and evermore Our Leader's praise we sing.
Will celebrate Thy fame! 2 His love ineffable He pledged in precious blood;
DOXOLOGY. Our Priest most high, the altar by, I To the eternal Three, Himself devoting, stood.
In will and essence one; 3 The sacred crimson sign
To Father, Son, and Spirit be
Co-equal honor done.
That He is risen again ;
Gloria in Excelsis.
To all mankind good-will ;
And glorify Thee still :
2 And what I say, let each this morn
Go tell it to his friend,
His Kingdom without end.
Seems earth a fatherland;
With rapture from His hand. 4 The fears of death and of the grave
Are whelmed beneath the sea; And every heart, now light and brave,
May face the things to be. 5 Now let the mourner grieve no more,
Though his beloved sleep;
Their light to eyes that weep.
2 And thanks for Thy great glory give,
That fills our souls with light:
And Father of all might !
Before all time begun;
The Father's only Son! 4 Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sin
Of all the world away;
And hear us when we pray! 5 O Thou who sitt’st at God's right hand,
Upon the Father's throne,
Who art the Holy One! 6 Thou, Lord, who with the Holy Ghost,
Whom earth and heaven adore,
6 He lives! His presence hath not
ceased, Though foes and fears be rife; And thus we hail in Easter's feast,
A world renewed to life!
16 Then shall I know what means the
strain 1 0 Love! which lightens all distress,
Triumphant of Saint Paul :
“To live is Christ, to die is gain;" O grave! whose very emptiness To faith is full of joy!
“Christ is my all in all.” 2 Let but that Love our hearts supply
| 186 From heaven's exhaustless spring, 1 The morning purples all the sky, Then grave, where is thy victory?
The air with praises rings, And death, where is thy sting? Defeated hell stands sullen by, 185
The world exulting sings :
2 While He, the King all strong to save, i O Jesus, when I think of Thee,
Rends the dark doors away, Thy manger, cross, and throne,
And through the breaches of the grave My spirit trusts exultingly
Strides forth into the day. In Thee, and Thee alone.
3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison 2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first;
Fast fettered He has lain ; Then, glorious from Thy shame,
But He has mastered death, is risen, I see Thee death's strong fetters burst,
And death wears now the chain. And reach heaven's mightiest name.
4 The shining angels cry, “ Away 3 In each, a brother's love I trace
With grief; no spices bring ;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, One in Thy Father God's embrace,
Should greet the rising King !" As on Thy mother's breast.
5 That Thou our Paschal Lamb may'st be, 4 For me Thou didst become a man,
And endless joy begin,
Jesus, Deliverer, set us free
6 Glory to God! our glad lips cry; 5 Oh let me share Thy holy birth,
All praise and worship be
On earth, in heaven, to God Most And, strong amidst the toils of earth,
High, My heavenly life begin.
For Christ's great victory!
4 Ever upward let us move, 1 Hall, the day that sees Him rise,
Wafted on the wings of love ; Ravished from our wishful eyes !
Looking when our Lord shall come, Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Longing, gasping after home:
There we shall with Thee remain, Reascends His native heaven : There the pompous triumph waits :
Partners of Thy endless reign ; “Lift your heads, eternal gates !
There Thy face unclouded see, Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee. Take the King of Glory in !". 188 2 Him though highest heaven receives, 11 Crowns of glory ever bright Still He loves the earth He leaves; Rest upon the Conqueror's head; Though returning to His throne, Crowns of glory are His right, Still He calls mankind His own:
His “who liveth and was dead." Still for us His death He pleads, He subdued the powers of hell ; Prevalent He intercedes,
In the fight He stood alone; Near Himself prepares our place, All His foes before Him fell, Harbinger of human race.
By His single arm o'erthrown. 3 Master, will we ever say,
2 His the battle, His the toil, Taken from our head to-day,
His the honors of the day, See Thy faithful servants, see,
His the glory and the spoil ; Ever gazing up to Thee!
Jesus beats them all away: Grant, though parted from our sight, Now proclaim His deeds afar ; High above yon azure height,
Fill the world with His renown; Grant, our hearts may thither rise, His alone the victor's car, Following Thee beyond the skies !
His the everlasting crown!