111.

ALL is o'er, the pain, the sorrow,

Human taunts, and fiendish spite : Death shall be despoiled to-morrow Of the prey he grasps to-night; Yet once more, to seal his doom, Christ must sleep within the tomb.

Close and still the cell that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies;

Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes;

Slumber such as needs must be

After hard-won victory.

Fierce and deadly was the anguish,
Which on yonder cross He bore.
How did soul and body languish,
Till the toil of death was o'er!

But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.

All night long, with plaintive voicing,
Chant His requiem soft and low;
Loftier strains of loud rejoicing

From to-morrow's harps shall flow: "Death and hell at length are slain,

"Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign."

JOHN MOULTRIE, 1836.

112.

ALL is over: in the tomb
Sleeps He, 'mid its silent gloom,
Till the dawn of Easter come.

All is over; fought the fight:
Heaviness is for the night,
Joy comes with the morning light.

Leave we in the grave with Him
Sins that shame and doubts that dim,
If our souls would rise with Him.

Glory to the Lord, who gave
His pure body to the grave,
Us from sin and death to save.

W. S. RAYMOND, 1855.

113.

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy-day; Hallelujah!
Who so lately on the cross, Hallelujah!
Suffered to redeem our loss: Hallelujah!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah!
Unto Christ our heavenly King, Hallelujah!
Who endured the cross and grave, Hallelujah!
Sinners to redeem and save: Hallelujah!

But the pains which He endured, Hallelujah!
Our salvation have procured: Hallelujah!
Now above the sky He's King, Hallelujah!
Where the angels ever sing Hallelujah!

Stanza 1 translated (1708) from an old Latin Hymn; Stanzas 2 and 3 slightly varied from Arnold's Compleat Psalmodist, 1749.

114.

GOD is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high;

With His own right hand and His holy arm
He hath won the victory.

Now empty are the courts of Death,
And crushed thy sting, Despair;
And roses bloom in the desert tomb,
For Jesus hath been there.

'And He hath tamed the strength of hell,
And dragged him through the sky,
And captive behind His chariot wheel
He hath bound captivity.

God is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high;

With His own right hand and His holy arm
He hath won the victory.

BISHOP HEBER, d. 1826.

115.

"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.

Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Death in vain forbids His rise,

Christ hath opened Paradise.

Lives again our glorious King;
"Where, O Death, is now thy sting?"
Once He died our souls to save;
"Where's thy victory, O Grave?"

Hail, Thou Lord of earth and heaven;
Praise to Thee by both be given:
Thee we greet triumphant now:
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!

CHARLES WESLEY, 1739.