For nought below immortal tongues,

Can ever reach the wond'rous theme.

THE ANGEL'S REPLY TO THE WOMEN WHO

SOUGHT CHRIST.

YE humble souls that seek the LORD!

Chase all your fears away:

And bow with pleasure down to see

The place where JESUS lay.

Thus low the LORD of Life was brought

Such wonders Love can do;

Thus cold in death, that bosom lay,
Which throbb'd and bled for you.

Now, dry your tears, and tune your songs;
The Saviour lives again :

Not all the bolts and bars of death

The conqu❜ror could detain.

With joy like his, shall every saint,
His empty tomb survey;

Then rise, with his ascending Lord,

To realms of endless day.

THE RESURRECTION.

'CHRIST, the LORD, is risen to day,' !

Sons of men and Angels say

Raise your joys and triumphs high;

Sing, ye Heavens, and Earth reply.

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Love's redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er:
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell:
Death, in vain, forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O death, is now thy sting
Once he die'd our souls to save ;
Where's thy victory, boasting grave?

FOR EASTER DAY.

THIS day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung:
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

Ten thousand differing lips shall join,

To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

JESUS, the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion mov'd,
Descended, like a pitying GOD,
To save the souls he lov'd.

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.

Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of JUDAH'S line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught so much divine.

And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke, beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies.

Exalted high at GOD's right hand,

The LORD of all below;

Through him is pardoning love dispens'd, And boundless blessings flow.

And still, for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;

And still his bleeding heart is touch'd

With mem❜ry of our woes.

To thee, my Saviour and my king,

Glad homage let me give;

And stand prepar'd, like thee to die
With thee, that I may live.

THE SAVIOUR REMEMBERED.

'EAT, drink, in mem'ry of your friend ;'
Such was our SAVIOUR's last request,
Who all the pangs of death endur'd,
That we might live for ever blest.

Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends;
Thy dying love, the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.

'Tis pleasure more than earth can give,
Thy goodness through these veils to see;
Thy table food celestial yields;

And happy they who sit with thee.

But Oh! what vast, transporting, joys

Shall fill our breasts, our tongues inspire,

When, join'd with the celestial train,
Our grateful souls thy love admire:

When these vile bodies, all refin'd,
Perfect and glorious as thine own,
Unwearied shall our minds obey,

And join to make thy favours known!

DIVINE LOVE DISPLAYED IN THE BLESSINGS OF
THE GOSPEL.

NOW let my soul, Eternal King!
To thee its grateful tribute bring:
My knee with humble homage bow;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.

All nature sings thy bonndless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above:
But, in thy blessed word, I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.

There, what delightful truths I read!
There I behold a Saviour bleed :
His name salutes my list'ning ear,
Revives my heart, and checks my fear.

There, JESUS bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my labouring conscience peace;
Raises my grateful passions high,
And points to mansions in the sky.

For love like this, Oh! let my song,
Through endless years, thy praise prolong]
And distant climes thy name adore,

Till time and nature are no more.

NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST.

JESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham'd of thee?

Asham'd of thee, whom Angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days?

Asham'd of JESUS! sooner far

Let evening blush to own her star:
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.