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

3 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.

4 Lives again our glorious King,
"Where, O death, is now thy sting!"
Once he died our souls to save,
"Where thy victory, O grave!"

5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted head,

Made like him, like him we rise,
Our's the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection - Thou!

84.

P.M.-" The Lord is risen indeed." Luke xxiv. 34.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose;

The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our hellish foes

High rais'd his conquering head;

In wild dismay

The guards around
Fell to the ground
And sunk away.

2 Lo, the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,

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

Joyful they come

And wing their way
From realms of day
To such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear;
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
"Jesus who bled,
"Hath left the dead;
"He rose to-day."

4 Ye mortals catch the sound,
Redeem'd 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."

5 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st 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.

85.

P.M.-The Resurrection of Christ.

1 JESUS Christ is risen to-day,-Hallelujah. Our triumphant holiday!-Hallelujah. Who so lately on the cross-Hallelujah. Suffer'd to redeem our loss.-Hallelujah.

2 Hymns of praises let us sing-Hallelujah.
Unto Christ our Heavenly King-Hallelujah.
Who endur'd the cross and grave-Hallelujah.
Sinners to redeem and save!-Hallelujah.
4 For the pains which he endur'd-Hallelujah.
Our salvation have secur'd-Hallelujah.
Now he reigns above the sky,-Hallelujah.
Where the angels ever cry-Hallelujah.

86.

C.M.-The angel's reply to the women that sought Christ.
Matt. xxviii. 5, 6.

1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord,
Chase all your fears away;
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

2 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.

3 A moment give a loose to grief;
Let grateful sorrows rise,

And wash the bloody stains away,
With torrents from your eyes.

4 Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again;

Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqueror could detain.

5 High o'er the angelic bands he rears
His once dishonour'd head;

And through unnumber'd years he reigns,
Who dwelt among the dead.

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

Then rise with his ascending Lord,
Through all his shining way.

87.

L.M.-The death and resurrection of Christ. 1 HE dies, the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus, the dead, revives again. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb, (In vain the tomb forbids his rise!) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains. 6 Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?" And "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"

88.

L.M.-Christ's appearance to his disciples after his resurrection.
John xx. 19, 20.

1 COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious Conqueror o'er the tomb:
Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.

3 With rapture, kneeling round, we greet
Thy pierced hands, thy wounded feet;
And from the scar that marks thy side,
We see our life's warm torrent glide.
4 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest,
Enter, thou ever-honour'd guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.
5 Own this mean dwelling as thy home;
And, when our life's last hour is come,
Let us but die, as in thy sight,
And death shall vanish in delight.

89.

C.M.-Christ ascending to his Father and God, and our's.
John xx. 17.

1 IN raptures let our hearts ascend
Our heavenly seats to view,

And grateful trace that shining path
Our rising Saviour drew.

2" Up to my Father and my God,
"I go (the Conqueror cries);
Up to your Father and
your God,
"My brethren, lift your eyes."

3 And doth the Lord of glory call

Such worms his brethren dear?
And doth he point to heaven's high throne,
And shew our Father there?

4 And doth he teach my sinful lips
That tuneful sound, my God?
And breathe his Spirit on my heart
To shed his grace abroad?

5.0 world, produce a good like this,
And thou shalt have my love:
Till then, my Father claims it all,
And Christ who dwells above.