4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by him from hell,
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry,
"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead,
No more to die."
Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.
1 BLESSED be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.
3 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day;
"Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot waste away.
4 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.
"Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory." 1 Cor. xv. 57.
1 THANKS be to God the Lord,
The victory is ours ;
And hell is overcome,
By Christ's triumphant powers!
The monster Sin
In chains is bound,
And Death has felt
His mortal wound.
2 Oppressed with guilt and woe,
In darkness long we lay,
Till Christ on earth appeared;
Then all was boundless day :
With terror struck,
The host of night
Fled in despair
To shun the light.
3 Now, o'er the vanquished tomb
Behold his trophy blaze,-
The banner of the cross,
That pours its streaming rays,
To mark the path
Where Jesus trod,
And upward guide
Our steps to God.
4 Give thanks to God the Lord;
The victory is won;
And up the path to heaven
Our march is now begun :
The hymn of joy
Exulting raise,
And shout aloud
The Savior's praise.
The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.
3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.
4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings; Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high;
Behold the King of glory nigh ;
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Savior's he.
2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Savior, way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
3 Raised from the dead, he goes before;
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.
Christ seen of Angels.
10 YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song,
To make the Savior known!
On earth ye knew
His wondrous grace;
His beauteous face
In heaven ye view.
2 Ye saw the heaven-born Child
In human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild,
While in the manger laid;
And praise to God,
And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaimed aloud.
3 Ye, in the wilderness,
Beheld the tempter spoiled,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foiled;
And joyed to crown
The Victor's head,
When Satan fled
Before his frown.
4 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep,
Till the blest moment come
To rouse him from his sleep;
Then rolled the stone,
And all adored
Your rising Lord,
With joy unknown.
5 When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
And waved around
Your golden wings,
And struck your strings
Of sweetest sound.
6 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer's praise;
And thou, my heart,
With equal flame,
And joy the same,
Perform thy part.
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