I OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged 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!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims those mansions as His right;
Receive the King of glory in.

4 Who is the King of glory-who?

The Lord that all His foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 5 Lo, His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors, give way!

6 Who is the King of glory-who?
The Lord of glorious power pos-
sest,

The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest.

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I I KNOW that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives!

He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever-living Head!
2 He lives triumphant from the grave;
He lives eternally to save;

He lives all glorious in the sky;
He lives exalted there on high.

3 He lives to bless me with His love;
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed;
He lives to help in time of need.
4 He lives to grant me rich supply ;

He lives to guide me with His eye; He lives to comfort me when faint; He lives to hear my soul's complaint. 5 He lives to silence all my fears;

He lives to stoop and wipe my tears; He lives to calm my troubled heart; He lives all blessings to impart.

6 He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend;

He lives and loves me to the end; He lives, and while He lives I'll sing, He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King. 7 He lives, and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death; He lives my mansion to prepare ; He lives to bring me safely there. 8 He lives, all glory to His Name; He lives, my Jesus, still the same; Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives, I know that my Redeemer lives.

Within the veil art entered now, To offer there Thy precious blood, Once poured on earth a cleansing flood. 5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride,

With countless gifts of grace supplied, Through all her members draws from Thee

Her hidden life of sanctity.

6 O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care Thy lowly members heavenward bear; Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, With Thee for evermore to reign. 192

I HE lives! the great Redeemer lives! What joy the blest assurance gives!

Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on His heart. 4 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend! On Him our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 193

I O CHRIST, Thou glorious King! we own
Thee to be God's eternal Son;
The Father's fulness, life divine,
Mysteriously is also Thine.

2 When rolling years brought on the day Foretold and fixed for this display,

Our great deliverance to obtain,
Thou didst our nature not disdain.

3 At God's right hand now Thou art placed,

And with Thy Father's glory graced, There to remain, till Thou shalt come As Judge to pass our final doom. 4 From day to day, O Lord, do we On high exalt and honor Thee; Thy name we worship and adore, World without end, for evermore.

1 OH for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high;

His heavenly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth His honors sing; O'er all the earth He reigns.

4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song;

Nor mock Him with a solemn sound

Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 Oh for a shout of sacred joy

To God, the sovereign King! Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.

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I THE eternal gates lift up their heads,
The doors are opened wide;
The King of glory is gone up
Unto His Father's side.

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord,

Thou hast prepared a place, That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon Thy face.

I ARISE, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord!

Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess the Almighty Lord!

2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round,

The ascending God proclaim;
The angelic choir respond the sound,
And shake creation's frame.

3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrown
In that triumphant hour;
And God exalts His conquering Son
To His right hand of power.

4 Oh shout, ye people, and adore ;
Exulting strike the chord!

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,
Confess the Almighty Lord.

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I HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, He sits on yonder throne !
Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens
All above and gives it worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers and charms Thy saints on
earth:

When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.

3 King of glory, reign forever!

Thine an everlasting crown ; Nothing from Thy love shall sever Those whom Thou hast made Thine

own:

Happy objects of Thy grace,
Chosen to behold Thy face.

4 Saviour, hasten Thine appearing!
Bring, oh bring the glorious day,
When the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away!
Then with golden harps we'll sing,
"Glory, glory, to our King!"
Hallelujah, Amen!

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I ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend ;

His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his

blood?

But our Jesus died to have us

Reconciled in Him to God: This was boundless love indeed ! Jesus is a Friend in need!

3 When He lived on earth abaséd, Friend of sinners was His name ; Now, above all glory raiséd,

He rejoices in the same; Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.

4 Could we bear from one another
What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
Loves us though we treat Him thus :
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.

5 Oh for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love! We, alas! forget too often

What a Friend we have above; But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.