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


The Crucifixion of Christ.
YONDER, amazing fight! I see

Th’incarnate Son of God,
Expiring on the accursed tree,

And welt’ring in his blood. 2 Behold! a purple torrent run Down from his hands and head : 1

The crimson tide puts out the lun;
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 valt a sacrifice
May hope revive :
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,

The finner sure may live.
5 O that these cords of love divine,

Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it lhall be thine ;
Thine it shall ever bę!

HYMN XCIII. L.M. [904N RELLE.] The Death, and Refurrection of Immanuel. LET us our hearts and voices raise,

To found the mighty Saviour's praise, And fing he did and lives again

For us the fallen sons of men.
2 He bare our curse, 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,

In Jesus, bleeding on the cross.
4 He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce,

To put his testament 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 ascends again ;
There fits adorn'd with wounds and blood,

And calls us wand'rers home to God. 6 Let all the sons of Zion fing

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


The Lord is Rifen indeed. + YES

ES, the Redeemer rose ;

The Saviour left the dead ;
And ó'er our bellish foes
High rais'd his conq'ring head:
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall to the ground, and fink away:

2 Lo! the angelic bands

In full afsembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet :
Joyful they come, and wing their way

From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heav'n they fly,

The joyful news to bear :
Hark ! as they foar on high,
What music fills the air !
Their anttems say, "Jesus 'who bled

Hath left the dead ; he rose to day." 4 Ye mortals catch the found,

Redeem'd by him from hell ;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell :
Tranfported cry, “Jesus who bled

Hath left the dead, no more to die." 5 All bail, triumphant Lord,

Who fav'd us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God !
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And empires gain beyond the skies.


He is Risen : He is not here. BLEST morning, whose young dawning rays

Beheld our rising God;
That saw 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 ikies had broughe

The third, th' appointed day.
3 Helt and the grave unite their force

To hold our God in vain ;
The sleeping conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,

Thefe sacred hours we pay,
And loud Hosannas shall proclaim

The triumph of the day,
5 Salvation and immortal praife

To our victorious King ;
Let heav'n, and earth, and rocks, and feas,
With glad Hosannas ring.

C. M.



[HOWARD'S COLL.] Jefus brought back from the dead. HIS day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,

And praise on ev'ry tongue.
2 Jesus, the friend of human kind,

With strong compaflion mov'd,
Descended like a pitying God,

To save the fools he lov'd.
3 The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain,

To bind his soul in death ;
He shook 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 so much divine.
5 And now his conq'ring chariot wheels

Afcend the lofty skies ;
While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross,

Death's iron sceptre lies.
6 Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,
Thro' him is pard’ning love dispens'd,
And boundlefs bleflings flow.

Christ, and him Crucified.
IN Jesus who was crucified,

Alone we glory and confide ;
Let ev'ty tongue with joy confess,

The Lord our strength and righteousness. 2 For us, redemption to obtain,

The spotless Lamb of God was slain ;-
Saints triumph in his glorious name,

Who by his death our foes o'ercame. 3 To banish all our griefs and fears,

For us, the great High Priest appears ;
Jesús that suffer'd in our head,

For ever lives our cause to plead.
4 Behold, enthron'd at God's right hand,

Our powerful intercessor fand !
The Father's reconciled face
Our joyful souls with rapture traco.

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