1 YE humble souls, that seek the Lord, And bow with pleasure down to see 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 3 Then raise your eyes and tune your songs; Not all the bolts and bars of death 4 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears And through unnumbered years he reigns, 5 With joy like his shall every saint 69. P. M. H. WARE, JR. Hymn for Easter. 1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die: Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave: He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save : Loud was the chorus of angels on high, The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy ; The being he gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend : Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, ་ 1 THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixéd seat forsake, And, withering, from the vault of night. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form, 4 Can this be he who wont to stray By power oppressed, and mocked by pride? 5 Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 2 People and realms of every tongue 3 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; And all the sons of want are blest. 4 Let every creature rise and bring 72. S. M. H. MARTINEAU. The Coming of Christ in the Power of his Gospel. 1 LORD Jesus, come; for here 2 Lord Jesus, come; for hosts The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, 3 Lord Jesus, come; for still Vice shouts her maniac mirtn; 4 Hark! herald voices near Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear; 5 Come, as in days of old, Christ the Sun of Righteousness. 1 To thee, O God, we homage pay, 3 Still on our hearts may Jesus shine, 4 O, may his glories stand confessed, Wide as the circuit of the sun. 5 When shall that radiant scene arise, 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive! Behold, the dead awake and live! The dumb speak wonders! and the lame 2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own 3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood; 4 Hence, and forever, from my heart 1 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form |