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8 Exalted high at God's right hand,

The Lord of all below, Through him is pardoning love dispensed,

And boundless blessings flow.


H. M.


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."


C. M.


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.


H. M.

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 :

The hymn of joy

Exulting raise,
And shout aloud

The Savior's praise.

C. M.

Watts. The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light,

That clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our Immanuel rose ;
He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoiled our hellish foes.
3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes. 4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings;

Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heaven and all created things

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high;

Behold the King of glory nigh;
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Savior's he.

2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,

To make the Lord, the Savior, way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

The Conqueror comes with God to dwell. 3 Raised from the dead, he goes before ;

He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

H. M.

Christ seen of Angels.
1 O YE immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song,
To make the Savior known !
On earth ye knew

His wondrous grace;

His beauteous face

In heaven ye view.
2 Ye saw the heaven-born Child

In human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild,
While in the manger laid;
And praise to God,

And peace on earth,

For such a birth,
Proclaimed aloud.

3 Ye, in the wilderness,

Beheld the tempter spoiled
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foiled;

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