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2 Rejoice, ye saints, and sing,
His love and pow'r proclaim;
Ten thousand, thousand praises bring.
In honor of His name.

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1 THE LORD, is risen! He who came
To suffer death and conquer too:
The LORD is risen! loud proclaim
The praise to our REDEEMER due:
He lives, He lives, who once was dead-
Let glory crown the Conqu'ror's head.
2 The Lord is ris'n to His abode;
Aided by grace be our employ
To die to sin, to live to God;

To serve with fear and holy joy.
He lives, He lives, who once was dead-
Let glory crown the Conq'ror's head.
3 The LORD is ris'n! let hosts above,

Triumphant now, proclaim His praise;
Let saints on earth adore His love,

And consecrate to him their days.
He lives, He lives, who once was dead-
Let glory crown the Conq'ror's head.
4 When life is past, when time is o'er,
Oh may we all to glory rise:
There dwell with Him for evermore,
With countless myriads in the skies,
And sing His praise, who once was dead,
And ever crown our Conq'ror's head.

MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK.

PSALM LXII.

Psalm xvi. 9, 12.

1 WHEN I the holy grave survey,

(L. M.)

Where once my SAVIOUR deign'd to lie,

I see fulfil'd what prophets say,

And all the pow'rs of death defy.

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim

How weak the bands of conquer'd death;
Sweet pledge, that all who trust His name
Shall rise, and draw immortal breath!
3 Our Surety freed, declares us free,
For whose offences He was seiz’d;
Our pardon in His hands we see,
And shout to view JEHOVAH pleas'd.
4 JESUS, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals His eyes, to sleep no more,
And ever lives our cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death He bore.
5 Thy risen LORD, my soul adore,
See the rich diadem He wears!
Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when He appears.

6 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,

Yet, gracious GOD, Thou wilt not leave My flesh for ever with the dead,

Nor lose Thy children in the grave.

TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK.

PSALM CXIII.

(L. M. Old 112)

ET joyful nations hail the day,

1 LET

That crowns their King with loud acclaim: Let saints their grateful homage pay

To their Almighty SAVIOUR's name.
Resound, resound in joyful strains,
JESUS the King of glory reigns!

2 Sing how He vanquish'd all our foes;
He came to save, He reigns to bless;
From Him our ev'ry comfort flows,
Life, liberty, and joy, and peace.
Resound, resound in joyful strains,
JESUS the King of glory reigns!

3 Yes, Thou art worthy, gracious LORD,
Of universal, endless praise;

With ev'ry pow'r to be ador'd,

That men or angels e'er can raise.
Resound, resound in joyful strains,
JESUS the King of glory reigns!

4 He comes, He comes, with triumph crown'd,
In dazzling robes of light array'd:
Faith views the splendor dawning round,
Earth's fairest lustre sinks in shade.

Resound, resound in joyful strains,
JESUS the King of glory reigns.

THE FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

PSALM CXII.

1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 55.

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!
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.
2 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!
The rising GOD forsakes the tomb !

The tomb in vain forbids His rise!
Cherubic legions guard Him home,

(L. M.)

And shout Him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears, ye saints! and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns! Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster death in chains. Say, "live for ever wond'rous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster-" Where's thy sting? "And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

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THE SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

PSALM. LXX. XXIII.

1 Pet. ii. 24.

(L. M. Old 112)

1 WHAT shall we render unto Thee,

Thou glorious LORD of life and pow'r!
Teach us to bow the humble knee:

Teach us with thankfulness t'adore ;
To praise Thee as Thy saints above,
To praise Thee for Thy wond'rous love.
2 When like lost sheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful Shepherd's eye;
When borne along th' impetuous tide
Of this world's sin and vanity:

Our SAVIOUR then from heav'n came down,
To save us by His grace alone.

3 He bore our sins upon the tree,

To seek and save the lost He came;
There was He bound to set us free

From death and everlasting shame;
The captive flock from hell was freed,
And ransom'd when their Shepherd bled.
4 Then shall our grateful songs abound
And ev'ry tear be wip'd away;
No sin, no sorrow shall be found,

No night o'ercloud the endless day;
O praise Him! all beneath, above!
O praise Him! praise the GOD of love?

Psalm lvii. lxvi, cx.

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