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O! the rock is roll'd away;
Death yields up his mighty prey ;

Jesus, rising from the tomb,
Scatters all its dismal gloom,

2 Glad we shout in rapt'rous song,
And the joyous theme prolong,
While the bright celestial choirs,
Praise and strike their golden lyres.

3 Ev'ry note our rapture swells,

And our Jesus' triumph tells

Where, O death! is now thy sting?
"Where thy terrors, vanquish'd King?"

4 Let Immanuel be ador'd,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord!
To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.

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OSANNA! let us join to sing
The glories of our rising King;
Recount his victories, and tell
How Jesus triumph'd when he fell.

2 Soon as the morning's earliest ray Brings on the third, th' appointed day, Behold an angel from the skies,

Rolls back the stone, and Christ doth rise.
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3 With strength immortal, forth he comes;
With conqu'ring glory rob'd, he comes;
The days of pain and sorrow past,
His triumphs shall for ever last.

4 In sacred verse we here record
The glories of our risen Lord;
The triumphs of our Jesus tell,
Who died and conquer'd when he fell.

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WHEN we the hallow'd grave survey,
Where once Immanuel deign'd to lie,

We see fulfil'd what prophets say,
And all the powers of death defy.'

2 His empty tomb shall long proclaim,
How weak the bands of conquer'd death;
Sweet pledge that we who trust in Him,
Shall rise and draw immortal breath.

3 Our surety, freed, declares us free,
For whose offences he was seiz'd;
In his release our own we see,

And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd.

4 Tho' in the dust each lays his head,

The grave its treasure shall restore; And we shall rise and leave the dead,

To live with Christ and die no more.

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JOYOUS we hail this happy day,

And cast low cares of earth away,
And thoughts of meaner things;
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The sun of righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.

2 Since angels chaunt our risen Lord, And spread his glorious fame abroad, In never-ceasing songs;

O! how should we his praise resound,
In strains of love that know no sound,
Sung by immortal tongues.

3 'Twas for our sins his life he gave;
Then burst the fetters of the grave,
And rose in glory rob'd:

For us he scal'd th' etherial heights,
And took possession of his rights,
Upon the throne of God.

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Our Jesus in the dreary tomb The life he gave he takes again, And soars to his paternal home.

2 He mounts the grand etherial height, And flies to meet his Father, God Triumphant wears his crown of light, And shews the trophies of his blood.

3 The heav'nly gates are open'd wide, And glad their King's behest obey; The Father takes him to his side,

To place all worlds beneath his sway. 4 The prince of darkness mourns his doom, And vanquish'd death bewails his loss ; While glorious hope surmounts the tomb, And shouts the triumphs of the cross.

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EE Jesus, our Deliv'rer great,
Rising his vict'ry to complete :
In vain the seal and stone;
O grave, where is thy victory!

Here, here! thy mighty Conqu'ror see,
Rising, he leaves the tomb.

2 Awhile he with his fav'rites stay'd; Strength to their feeble faith convey'd'; Then mounts the starry sky:

The heav'ns with acclamations ring,
To welcome our triumphant King,
And shout his victory.

3 Mindful of all thy triumphs now,
In faith and gratitude we bow,
And wait to see thy face:
Give each assembl'd in this hour,
To know thy resurrection's pow'r,
And sing thy sov'reign grace.

4 Come, Lord! and let the day appear, That we thy sov'reign voice shall hear,

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And near thy throne attend;
When we shall see thee face to face,
And there, in sweetest, loudest praise,
Eternity to spend.

CHRIST RISEN AND ASCENDING.

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HARK, ten thousand voices crying,—
Vict'ry! vict'ry! loud resounds

Angels with the tidings flying,
Spreading rapt'rous joy around.
2 Jesus comes, the conflict over,
Comes to claim his great reward;
Angels round the victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord.
3 Yonder throne for him erected,
Now becomes his radiant seat;
Tho' on earth by man rejected,
Angels worship at his feet.

4 Day and night they cry before him,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!

All the pow'rs of earth adore him;
All obey his sov'reign word.

4 We with them in sweetest chorus,
Spread our risen Saviour's fame;
He is gone to heav'n before us—
Our forerunner in our name.
5 There for us he took possession
Of the glories of the skies;
Till in one august procession,
All his church like him shall rise.