On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain:
He sees my griefs, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismay'd my spirit dies;
When writhing on the bed of pain,
I supplicate for rest in vain;
Still, still my soul shall think on thee,
Thy bloody sweat and agony!
4 And oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last;
Wilt thou, who once for me hast bled,
In all my sickness make my bed;
Then bear me to that happier shore,
Where thou shalt mark my woes no more?
HYMN XVI. (P. M. Hotham)
1 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
2 By thine hour of dark despair;
By thine agony of prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,
Cross and passion, pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
3 By thy deep expiring groan;
By the seal'd sepulchral stone;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power from death to save;
Mighty God! ascended Lord!
To thy throne in heav'n restor'd;
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.
[PSALMS 2, 16, 110, 114, 118.—Hymns 49, 181, 187, 189, 195.]
HYMN XVII. (P. M. Hotham.)
1 CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to day,
Sons of men and angels, say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth, reply:
Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
2 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 :
He is risen, glorious King!
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
3 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
Hail, thou Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now;
Hail, the RESURRECTION thou!
HYMN XVIII. (C. M.)
1 HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abode;
While angels swell their loudest songs
To our incarnate God.
1 BLEST morning, whose young dawning
Beheld our rising God;
That saw him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave his dark abode!
2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God, in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay,
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.
1 Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above!
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love!
3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death
Th' Almighty captive pris'ner lay:
Th' Almighty captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.
4 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Up to his throne of shining grace;
See what immortal glories sit
Round the sweet beauties of his face. 5 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus the God exalted reigns:
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heav'nly plains.
HYMN XXI. (P. M. 148th.)
THE happy morn is come!
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save:
Captivity is captive led!
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Who now accuseth them,
For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn,
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led!
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done :
On him our help is laid;
By him our vict'ry won:
Captivity is captive led!
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
[PSALMS 24, 47, 68, 96.-HYMNS 114, 119, 121, 191, 199.]
HYMN XXII. (L.M.)
1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Saviour is gone up on high:
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
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