Nor hell in arms against the Son,
The triumphs of the crofs defeat.

HYMN XCII. c. M. [S. STENNETT.]
The Crucifixion of Chrift.

YONDER, amazing fight! I fee

Th' incarnate Son of God,
Expiring on the accurfed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.

2 Behold! a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head:
The crimson tide puts out the fun;
His groans awake the dead.

3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud!

And with th' amaz'd Centurion cry,
This is the Son of God."

4 So great, fo vaft a facrifice
May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The finner fure may live.

50 that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!

Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine;
Thine it fhall ever be !

HYMN XCIII. L, M. JOHN RELLY.]
The Death, and Refurrection of Immanuel.
ET us our hearts and voices raife,
To found the mighty Saviour's praife,

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And fing he di'd and lives again
For us the fallen fons of men.

2 He bare our curfe, our debt he paid,
When all our woes on him were laid
Our midnight darkness chas'd away,
And rais'd us to eternal day.

3 "This finish'd, faith the dying God,
For man, cry all his wounds and blood
Salvation finish'd, was for us,

4

In Jefus, bleeding on the crofs.

He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce,
To put his teftament in force;
Wherein to man he did bequeath
The labors of his life and death.

5 Quickly he breaks death's feeble chain,
And to his throne afcends again;
There fits adorn'd with wounds and blood,
And calls us wand'rers home to God.

6 Let all the fons of Zion fing

Unwearied praife, to Chrift their King,
He is our Saviour, God, and we
Will found his name eternally.

HYMN XCIV. P. M. [DODDRIDge.]
The Lord is Rifen indeed.

YES, the Redeemer rofe;

The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conq'ring head:
In wild difmay the guards around
Fall to the ground, and fink away.

2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full affembly meet,

To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come, and wing their way
From realms of day, to Jefus' tomb.
3 Then back to heav'n they fly,
The joyful news to bear :
Hark! as they foar on high,
What mufic fills the air!

Their anthems fay," Jefus who bled
Hath left the dead; he rofe to day."

4 Ye mortals catch the found,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And fend the echo round
The globe on which you dwell:
Tranfported cry, "Jefus who bled
Hath left the dead, no more to die."

All bail, triumphant Lord,

Who fav'd us with thy blood!

Wide be thy name ador'd,

Thou rifing, reigning God!

With thee we rife, with thee we reign,

And empires gain beyond the skies.

HYMN XCV. C. M. [WATTS.]

He is Rifen: He is not here.

LEST morning, whofe young dawning rays
Beheld our rifing God;

That faw him triumph o'er the dust,

And leave his last abode.

2 In the cold prison of a tomb The dear Redeemer lay,.

'Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain ;

The fleeping conqueror arofe,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
Thefe facred hours we pay,
And loud Hofannas fhall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

5 Salvation and immortal praife
To our victorious King;

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Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and feas, With glad Hofannas ring.

HYMN XCVI. C. M.

[HOWARD'S COLL.]

Jefus brought back from the dead.
THIS day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hofannas fung;

Let gladnefs dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praife on ev'ry tongue.

2 Jefus, the friend of human kind,
With ftrong compaffion mov'd,
Defcended like a pitying God,'
To fave the fouls he lov'd.

3

The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain,
To bind his foul in death;

He fhook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

4 Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On ought fo much divine.

And now his conq'ring chariot wheels
Afcend the lofty fkies;

While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross,
Death's iron fceptre lies.

6 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below,

Thro' him is pard'ning love difpens'd,
And boundlefs bleffings flow.

HYMN XCVII. L. M. [PEACOCK.]
Chrift, and him Crucified.

IN Jefus who was crucified,

Alone we glory and confide; Let ev'ty tongue with joy confefs, The Lord our ftrength and righteoufnefs.

2 For us, redemption to obtain,

The fpotlefs Lamb of God was flain ;-
Saints triumph in his glorious name,
Who by his death our foes o'ercame.
3 To banifh all our griefs and fears,
For us, the great High Prieft appears;
Jefus that fuffer'd in our ftead,

For ever lives our caufe to plead.

4 Behold, enthron'd at God's right hand, Our powerful interceffor ftand!

The Father's reconciled face

Our joyful fouls with rapture trace.