EASTER DAY.

45.

C. M.

SINCE Christ, our passover, is slain,

A sacrifice for all,

Let all with thankful hearts agree

To keep the festival:

Not with the leaven, as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
And truth's unleaven'd bread.

Christ, being raised by power divine,
And rescued from the grave,
Shall die no more; death shall on Him
No more dominion have.

For that He died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsafed to die;

But that He lives, He lives to God
For all eternity.

So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restored,

And made henceforth alive to God,
Through JESUS CHRIST Our Lord.

46.

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,

Our triumphant holy day;

Who did once, upon the cross,

Hallelujah!

Suffer to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah!

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

Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!

47.

He is risen, He is risen!
Tell it with a joyful voice,

P. M.

He has burst his three days' prison,
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquer'd, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.

Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,
With glad smile and radiant brow;
Lent's long shadows have departed,
All His woes are over now;
And the passion that He bore,
Sin and pain, can vex no more.

Come, with high and holy hymning,
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay;
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple East;
Brighter far our Easter feast.

He is risen, He is risen!

He has oped the eternal gate;
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state;

And a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream.

48.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,

P. M.

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

JESUS, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood

Through all the world proclaim.
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for nought

Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought,

The gift of JESUS' love:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

49.

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 who was dead.

P. M.

Who now accuseth them

For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,

For JESUS liveth, who was dead.

Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid;

By Him our victory won:
Captivity is captive led,

For JESUS liveth, who was dead.

AFTER EASTER.

50.

C. M.

The Thanksgiving in the Communion Service.

To God be glory, peace on earth,
To all mankind good will;

We bless, we praise, we worship Thee,
And glorify Thee still.

And thanks for thy great glory give,
That fills our souls with light;

O Lord! God! heavenly King! the God
And Father of all might!

And Thou, begotten Son of God,

Before all time begun ;

O JESU CHRIST! God! Lamb of God!
The Father's only Son!

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Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sins
Of all the world away;

Have mercy, Saviour of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!

O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand,
Upon the Father's throne,

Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!

Thou, Lord,—who with the Holy Ghost,
Whom earth and heaven adore,

In glory of the Father art

Most high for evermore.

51.

SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujabs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led captivity.

P. M.

Heaven and earth must pass away;
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.