(J=88) At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our

Gives His body for the feast, Christ the Vic-tim, Christ the Priest. A-men.

gath-ered a-round Him, And short the do- min - ion of death and the grave;

He burst from the fetters of dark-ness that bound him, Re-splen-dent in

an-gels on high, The Saviour hath ris-en, and man shall not die. A-men.

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;

The being He gave us death cannot destroy;

Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,

If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:

Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

Amen.

189 HOLY CROSS C. M.

HENRY WARE, Jr.

JOHN STAINER

(J=88) I say to all

men far and near, That He is ris'n again; That

Ob4 4

He is with us now and here, And ever shall remain.

A - men.

2 And what I say, let each this morn
Go tell it to his friend,

That soon in every place shall dawn
His kingdom without end.

3 Now first to souls who thus awake
Seems earth a fatherland:
A new and endless life they take
With rapture from His hand.

4 The fears of death and of the grave
Are whelmed beneath the sea,
And every heart, now light and brave,
May face the things to be.

5 The way of darkness that He trod
To heaven at last shall come,
And he who hearkens to His word,

Shall reach His Father's home. Amen.
FRIEDRICH VON HARDENBERG. Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH

Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alle · lu

ia!

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Alleluia!
Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids Him rise, Alleluia!
Christ hath opened Paradise. Alleluia!

4 Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia !

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head; Alleluia!

Made like Him, like Him we rise; Alleluia!

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Alleluia! Amen.

Raise your joys and tri-umphs high, Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth re-ply. A-men.

2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er,

Darkness veils the earth no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids Him rise,
Christ hath opened Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King,

Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save,
Where thy victory, boasting grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;

Made like Him, like Him we rise;

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Amen.
CHARLES WESLEY