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2 "It is finish'd!" O what pleasure These triumphant words afford! Heav'nly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord, "It is finish'd!"

Saints, His dying words record.

3 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs;
Strike them to Immanuel's name;
All on earth, and all in heav'n,
Join the triumph to proclaim,-
"It is finish'd!"

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

47.

1 GO to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn from him to watch and

pray.

2 See him at the judgment-hall,
Beaten, bound, revil'd, arraign'd:
See him meekly bearing all!
Love to man his soul sustain'd.
Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss;
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.

P.M.

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3 Calvary's mournful mountain view,
There the Lord of Glory see,
Made a sacrifice for you,
Dying on th' accursed tree:
"It is finish'd," hear him cry ;
Trust in Christ, and learn to die.

4 Early to the tomb repair,
Where they laid the breathless clay;
Angels kept their vigils there :
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is ris'n! He seeks the skies;
Saviour! teach us so to rise.

· 48.

C.M.

1 THOU great Redeemer, dying Lamb; We love to hear of thee;

No music like thy sacred name,

To us can ever be:

O may we ever hear thy voice

In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedek !

2 The Saviour shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay!

Jesus, we'll sing thy blessed name,
When all things else decay.

When in the clouds thou dost appear

With all the ransom'd throng;

Then will we sing more loud more clear,
And Christ shall be our song.

49.

C.M.

1 FROM Calvary's cross a fountain flows,
Of water and of blood!

More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And we would there, defil'd as he
Wash all our sins away.

3 Atoning Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God,
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 O then in nobler, sweeter songs,
We'll sing thy pow'r to save,

When these poor lisping stamm'ring tongues Lie silent in the grave.

50.

C.M.

EASTER.

1 ALL hail the great Emmanuel's name!
Ye angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem

And crown him-Lord of all.

2 Crown him ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call!

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him-Lord of all.

3 Ye saints redeem'd, of Adam's race,
From sin and Satan's thrall;
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.

4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.

5 Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall ;
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown him-Lord of all.

51.

1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!

Wake every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rising pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing, till our earthly hearts;
Mount upward with our tongues,
Sing, till the love of sin departs
And grace inspires our songs.

S.M.

4 Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners sing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Christ the eternal king.

5 Soon shall hear him say,
ye

Ye blessed children, come!
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.

52.

C.M.

1 COME let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus :"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name;

Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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