3 See how he lov'd, who, firm, yet mild,
Patient endur'd the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provok'd, he ne'er revil'd,
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong.
4 See how he lov'd, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
Who all the cup of sorrow drank,
And meekly yielded up his breath.
5 See how he lov'd, who died for man,
Who labour'd thus, and thus endur'd,
To finish the all-gracious plan,
Which life and heaven to man secur'd.
6 Such love can we, unmov'd, survey?
O may our breasts with ardour glow,
To tread his steps, his laws obey,
And thus our warm affection show!
Sufferings, death and resurrection of Christ.
1 Author of life and bliss!
Thy goodness I adore.
O give me strength to speak thy praise,
And grace to love thee more!
2 First for this world, so fair,
My daily thanks shall rise;
For every comfort, every joy,
Thy bounteous hand supplies.
3 But yet a nobler cause Demands my warmest love;
Can words describe the wond'rous gift
Descending from above?
4 The Saviour dwelt on earth;
He died, that we might live;
Endur'd the sorrows of the cross,
Immortal hope to give.
5 Ah who can tell the scorn
That our Redeemer bore?
Or who describe the mental grief,
Which his blest bosom tore?
6 Low in the grave he lay,
While darkness veil'd the skies. But lo!-he bursts the bands of death; To glory see him rise!
7 Father! this work is thine;
For us thou gav'st thy Son.
O may we all devoted be,
And live to thee alone!
Death, resurrection and ascension of Christ.
1 The gracious Saviour bow'd his head, And drew his parting breath;
And as he liv'd to vanquish sin,
He died to conquer death.
2 Three days-so high behests ordain'd,
Death triumph'd o'er his prize;
The hour of grace at length arriv'd,
Behold the conqueror rise!
3 He rose triumphant to his God;
He wing'd to heaven his flight,
Where endless ages he shall reign
Enthron'd in realms of light.
4 Wond'rous the grace, that gave to death
The best belov'd of God;
That bade the Saviour feel for us
Affliction's keenest rod.
5 With every grateful thought inspir'd,
Devoutly let us raise
Our humble voice to mercy's throne,
In never ceasing praise.
6 Nor this be all-the grateful life
Should speak the thankful mind:
The heart that feels redemption's good,
Should be to good inclin'd.
1 Ye humble souls! who seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with transport down to see
The place where Jesus lay.
2 His life for us he freely gave;
Such wonders love can do;
Thus, cold in death, that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you.
3 A moment give your hearts to grief,
And mourn your Saviour slain :
Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,
The Saviour lives again!
4 High o'er the angelic bands he rears
His once dishonour'd head;
And through unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.
5 With cheerful hope may every saint
The vale of death survey ;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.
HYMN LXXVII. 7s M.
Christ risen, and Death vanquished.
1 Angel, roll the rock away!
Death, yield up thy mighty prey!
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom! Hallelujah!
2 Mortals, join in rapt'rous song,
Let the notes be sweet and strong;
Hail the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulchre new-born!
3 Powers of heaven, celestial choirs,
Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres!
Sons of men, in joyful strain,
Hail your mighty Saviour's reign!
4 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell :
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquish'd king.
Christ risen, and the work of redemption finished.
1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal!
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ has open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious king;
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Dying once he all doth save;
Where thy vict'ry now, O grave!
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