2 3 ["The Lord is risʼn indeed !”— Then Justice asks no more : Mercy and Truth are now agreed, Which stood oppos'd before.] "The Lord is ris'n indeed!”— Then is his work perform'd: The captive Surety now is freed, And death, our foe, disarm'd. 4 ["The Lord is ris'n indeed!” 5 "The Lord is ris'n indeed!" He lives, the sinner's cause to plead, 6 "The Lord is ris'n indeed!" Up to the courts of heaven with speed 7 Then take your golden lyres, 123. Resurrection. 8-8-6. ་ Now is CHRIST risen from the dead, and become the first 2 "The first-begotten from the dead," They too like him shall yield their breath, Like him, shall burst the bands of death: Their resurrection sure. 3 Why should his people now be sad? None have such reason to be glad, As reconcil'd to God. JESUS, the mighty SAVIOUR, lives: 4 Why should his people fear the grave? 5 [Ye ransom'd, let your praise resound, And in your master's work abound, Steadfast, immoveable: Be sure your labour's not in vain; 124. Ascension. C.M. And he hath on his vesture, and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS. REV. xix. 16. WHENCE those unusual bursts of joy? 2 [At sight of him, yon seraphs bright They hail their Lord with new delight And crown him "King of Kings.”] 3 The brightest angel glory boasts, To him his tribute brings; And joins high heav'n's assembled hosts, To crown him "King of Kings." 4 [Look up, ye saints, and while ye gaze, Forget all earthly things: Unite to sing the SAVIOUR'S praise, And crown him "King of Kings."] 5 While heav'n in honour of his name, With exultation rings, His saints on earth will own his claim, And crown him "King of Kings." M 6 When here, he bore our sin and shame; And thence our comfort springs : 'Tis meet we should exalt his name, And crown him "King of Kings." 99 7 We hope ere long, beyond those clouds, To tune celestial strings; Lift And join with heav'n's exulting crowds, 124.2. His Ascension. L.M. up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in, &c. PSALM xxiv. 7, &c. JESUS is risen from the dead; The SAVIOUR is gone up on high: The powers of hell are captive ledDragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits; And angels chant the solemn lay:'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Ye everlasting doors, give way 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, 'Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?-" The Lord of boundless power possest; The King of Saints and Angels too; GOD over all, for ever blest! 125. Ascension. 8-7. Death is swallowed up in victory.-1. COR. xv. 54. 2 JESUS comes, his conflict over, 4 Yonder throne for him erected, |