Christ risen, and Death vanquished
1 ANGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom.
2 Shout ye saints, in rapt'rous song,
Let the notes be sweet and strong;
Hail the Son of God, this morn,
From his sepulchre new-born.
3 Pow'rs of heav'n, celestial choirs,
Sing and sweep your sounding lyres ;
Sons of men, in joyful strain,
Hail your mighty Saviour's reign!
4 Ev'ry note with wonder swell
And the Saviour's triumph tell;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terror, vanquish'd king?
On Earth Peace, Good will to Men.
1 AWAKE the song that gave to earth
Salvation in Immanuel's birth!
Angelic tongues the strain began!
'Twas peace on earth, good will to man.
2 Celestial Peace! and is it ours
To strike the harp on Salem's tow'rs?
To welcome back the Dove that brings
The balm of healing in her wings?
3 She comes! and lo, the orphan's wail
No longer loads the passing gale;
Contentment sheds her sacred calm,
And nature owns the sov'reign charm.
4 She comes! and banner, spear and plume,
That led to conquest and the tomb;
Wreath'd with the olive, now adorn
The triumphs of the joyous morn.
5 She comes! and with attentive ear,
The gospel's sound the heathen hear;
Round blood-stain'd altars throng no more,
But suppliant bow, and God adore.
6 Father, if such the bliss that flows
Where peace delights to seek repose,
On earth may she for ever rest,
Each bosom with her presence blest.
N. Deering
God our Shepherd and Guardian.
1 As the good shepherd gently leads
His wand'ring flocks to verdant meads,
Where winding rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the flow'ry landscape flow.
2 So God, the guardian of each soul,
Does all our erring steps control :
When lost in sin's perplexing maze,
He brings us back to virtue's ways.
3 Though we should journey through the plai
Where death in all his horror reigns,
Our steadfast hearts no ill shall fear,
For thou, O God! art with us there.
4 Thine ever-watchful providence
Is our support and our defence:
With thee we are of all possess'd,
And in thy favour, fully blest.
5 0 bounteous God! our future days
Shall be devoted to thy praise;
And in thy house, thy sacred name
And wondrous grace shall be our theme.
14. L. M.
Holy Resolution.
1 Ан, wretched souls, who strive in vain! Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may we sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2 We would resolve with all our heart,
With all our pow'rs to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3 O be his service all our joy!
Around let our example shine;
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labours so divine.
4 Be this the purpose of our soul,
Our solemn, our determin'd choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
50 may we never faint nor tire,
Nor wander from thy sacred ways!
Great God, accept our souls' desire,
And give us strength to live thy praise.
15. C. M.
The Law of Love,
1 ALL nature feels attractive pow'r,
A strong embracing force;
The drops that sparkle in the show'r
The planets in their course.
2 Thus in the universe of mind,
Is felt the law of Love ;
The charity, both strong and kind,
For all that live and move.
3 More perfect bond, the christian plan
Attaches soul to soul;
Our neighbour is the suff'ring man,
Though at the distant pole.
4 To earth below, from heav'n above,
The faith in Christ profess'd,
More clear reveals that God is love,
And whom he loves is bless'd.
"Affliction cometh not forth of the Dust." Job. v. 6. 1 AFFLICTION's faded form draws nigh, With wrinkled brow and tearful eye; With sackcloth on her bosom spread; And ashes scatter'd o'er her head.
2 But deem her not a child of earth;
From heav'n she draws her sacred birt
Beside the throne of God she stands
To execute his dread commands.
3 Oft as in pleasure's paths we stray,
Perplex'd in sin's deceitful way,
With storms she thunders o'er our hea
And sudden ruin round us spreads:
she flies grace, To train us for our sphere, the skies; And onward as we move, the way Becomes more smooth, more bright the 5 Her weeds to robes of glory turn, Her looks with kindling radiance bur And from her lips these accents steal, "God smites to bless, he wounds to he
The Light and Glory of God's Word.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic as the sun;
It gives a light to ev'ry age;
It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.
3 Let endless thanks, O God! be thine, For such a bright display,
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