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Christ our Example in Suffering.

1 GO to dark Gethsemane,

MONTGOMERY.

Ye that feel temptation's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned; O, the wormwood and the gall!

O, the pangs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time -
God's own sacrifice complete ;
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom;

Who has taken him away?

Christ is risen; he meets our eyes;
Savior, teach us so to rise.

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MRS. BARBAuld.

For Easter Sunday.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 0, what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!

O, what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

5 Jesus, the Friend of human kind
With strong compassion moved,
Descended, like a pitying God,

To save the souls he loved.

6 The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death;

He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

7 And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke beneath his powerful cross
Death's iron sceptre lies.

8 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below,

Through him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow.

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DODDRIDGE.

The Resurrection of Christ.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose, The Savior left the dead,

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head;
In wild dismay,

The guards around

Fell to the ground,

And sunk 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 such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead;
He rose to-day."

4 Ye 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,
Hath left the dead,
No more to die."

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WATTS.

Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.

1 BLESSED be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot waste away.

4 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

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DRUMMOND.

"Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory." 1 Cor. xv. 57.

1 THANKS be to God the Lord,
The victory is ours;

And hell is overcome,

By Christ's triumphant powers!
The monster Sin

In chains is bound,

And Death has felt
His mortal wound.

2 Oppressed with guilt and woe,
In darkness long we lay,
Till Christ on earth appeared;
Then all was boundless day:
With terror struck,

The host of night

Fled in despair

To shun the light.

3 Now, o'er the vanquished tomb
Behold his trophy blaze,-
The banner of the cross,

That pours its streaming rays,
To mark the path
Where Jesus trod,
And upward guide
Our steps to God.

4 Give thanks to God the Lord;

The victory is won;

And up the path to heaven

Our march is now begun :