ASCENSION. 8,6,8,6,8,8.

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I How calm and beautiful the morn
That gilds the sacred tomb
Where once the Crucified was borne,

And veiled in midnight gloom!
Oh weep no more the Saviour slain;
The Lord is risen, He lives again.

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear For your departed Lord; "Behold the place, He is not here!"

The tomb is all unbarred;
The gates of death were closed in vain ;
The Lord is risen, He lives again.

3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer
Your early footsteps bend;
The Saviour will Himself be there,
Your Advocate and Friend;
Once by the law your hopes were slain,
But now in Christ ye live again.

HASTINGS. 8,6,8,6,8,8.

3

He lives, to die no more;

The waters fled beneath Christ's tread, And gave a pathway through.

4 Christ is our Passover!

And we will keep the feast

With the new leaven, the bread of heaven;

All welcome, even the least.

"The Lord is risen indeed :"

Attending angels, hear!

Death thought to vanquish Thee; But death is slain, and Thou again

Art risen, and we are free!

4 Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord ; Join all the bright, celestial choirs, To sing our risén Lord!

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I WE keep the festival

Of the slain Lamb our King;

The Red Sea passed, and safe at last, Our Leader's praise we sing.

2 His love ineffable

He pledged in precious blood; Our Priest most high, the altar by, Himself devoting, stood.

3 The sacred crimson sign

The avenging angel knew;

Under Thy glorious feet

The tyrant lies, and gasps, and dies:
What praise for Thee is meet!

7 Forth from the gloomy prison,
Jesus, we follow Thee,

With broken chain, with ended pain, To life and liberty!

8 All glory be to Thee!

All worship to Thy Name! Thee we adore, and evermore Will celebrate Thy fame!

DOXOLOGY.

To the eternal Three,

In will and essence one; To Father, Son, and Spirit be Co-equal honor done.

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

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

2 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!

3 And Thou, begotten Son of God,
Before all time begun;

O Jesus Christ! God! Lamb of God!
The Father's only Son!

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

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

5 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!

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

In glory of the Father art

Most High for evermore.

WHITTEN. C. M.

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I O LOVE! which lightens all distress,
Love, death cannot destroy;

O grave! whose very emptiness
To faith is full of joy!

2 Let but that Love our hearts supply
From heaven's exhaustless spring,
Then grave, where is thy victory?
And death, where is thy sting?

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I O JESUS, when I think of Thee,
Thy manger, cross, and throne,
My spirit trusts exultingly

In Thee, and Thee alone.

2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first t;
Then, glorious from Thy shame,

I see Thee death's strong fetters burst,
And reach heaven's mightiest name.

3 In each, a brother's love I trace

By power divine exprest,
One in Thy Father God's embrace,

As on Thy mother's breast.

4 For me Thou didst become a man,

For me didst weep and die;
For me achieve Thy wondrous plan,
For me ascend on high.

5 Oh let me share Thy holy birth,

Thy faith, Thy death to sin!
And, strong amidst the toils of earth,
My heavenly life begin.

6 Then shall I know what means the strain

Triumphant of Saint Paul: "To live is Christ, to die is gain ;" "Christ is my all in all.”

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I THE morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings,
Defeated hell stands sullen by,

The world exulting sings:

2 While He, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breaches of the grave
Strides forth into the day.

3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison Fast fettered He has lain;

4

But He has mastered death, is risen,
And death wears now the chain.
The shining angels cry, "Away

With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!"

5 That Thou our Paschal Lamb may'st be,
And endless joy begin,
Jesus, Deliverer, set us free

From the dread death of sin.
6 Glory to God! our glad lips cry;
All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God Most
High,

For Christ's great victory!

I HAIL, the day that sees Him rise,
Ravished from our wishful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends His native heaven:
There the pompous triumph waits:
"Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of Glory in!"

2 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own:
Still for us His death He pleads,
Prevalent He intercedes,
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3 Master, will we ever say,

Taken from our head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to Thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant, our hearts may thither rise,
Following Thee beyond the skies!

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home:
There we shall with Thee remain,
Partners of Thy endless reign;
There Thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee.
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I CROWNS of glory ever bright

Rest upon the Conqueror's head;
Crowns of glory are His right,

His "who liveth and was dead."
He subdued the powers of hell;

In the fight He stood alone;
All His foes before Him fell,

By His single arm o'erthrown. 2 His the battle, His the toil,

His the honors of the day,
His the glory and the spoil;

Jesus bears them all away:
Now proclaim His deeds afar;

Fill the world with His renown;
His alone the victor's car,

His the everlasting crown!