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147 Mendon. L.M.
_The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319)
The morning kindles all the sky; The heavens resound with anthems high; The s.h.i.+ning angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed."
2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred While Roman guards kept watch and ward; Majestic from the spoiled tomb, In pomp of triumph he has come!
3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee.
4 His pierced hands to them he shows; His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angel's message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"
Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.
148 Harmony Grove. L.M.
_Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320)
Hail! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love, Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above.
2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought his Son; Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won.
3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And hope with gladness raised her head.
E. Wardlaw, 1814.
149 Baltzell. L.M.
_My Redeemer Lives._
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, to bless me with his love; He lives, to plead for me above; He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, to bless in time of need;
3 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;
4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly 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.
5 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same-- Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives.
Samuel Medley, 1789.
150 Dort. 6s & 4s.
_Glorious Conqueror._ (329)
Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, Into thy native skies, a.s.sume thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled; Pa.s.s thro' these gates of gold, And reign in light.
2 Victor o'er death and h.e.l.l, Cherubic legions swell The radiant strain; Praises all heav'n inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of fire; Thou Lamb, once slain.
3 Enter, incarnate G.o.d!
No feet but thine have trod The serpent down; Blow the full trumpets, blow!
Wider your portals throw!
Savior, triumphant, go And take thy crown.
4 Lion of Judah, hail!
And let thy name prevail From age to age; Lord of the rolling years, Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thine heritage.
Matthew Bridges, 1848.
151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_Jesus Reigns._ (354)
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the G.o.d of love; See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone.
2 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, Destined to behold thy face.
3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pa.s.s away;-- Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,-- "Glory to our King!"
Thomas Kelly, 1806.
152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_The Return to Heaven._ (353)
Jesus comes, his conflict over,-- Comes to claim his great reward; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.
2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the man on earth rejected!
Angels wors.h.i.+p at his feet: Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.
3 Day and night they cry before him,-- "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!"
All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.
Thomas Kelly, 1804.
153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.
_We Live in Him._ (333)
