8 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below,

Through him is pardoning love dispensed, And boundless blessings flow.

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DODDRIDGE.

The Resurrection of Christ.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose, The Savior left the dead,

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head:
In wild dismay,

The guards around
Fell to the ground,
And sunk away.

2 Lo, the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come,

And wing their way
From realms of day

To such a tomb.

3 Then back to heaven they fly,
And the glad tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
"Jesus, who bled,
Hath left the dead;
He rose to-day."

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeemed by him from hell,
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry,

"Jesus, who bled,

Hath left the dead,
No more to die."

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WATTS.

Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.

1 BLESSED be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky,

He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away.

4 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

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DRUMMOND.

"Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory" 1 Cor. xv. 57.

1 THANKS be to God the Lord,

The victory is ours;

And hell is overcome,

By Christ's triumphant powers!
The monster Sin

In chains is bound,

And Death has felt

His mortal wound.

2 Oppressed with guilt and woe,
In darkness long we lay,
Till Christ on earth appeared ;
Then all was boundless day :
With terror struck,

The host of night

Fled in despair

To shun the light.

3 Now, o'er the vanquished tomb
Behold his trophy blaze,—
The banner of the cross,

That pours its streaming rays,
To mark the path
Where Jesus trod,
And upward guide
Our steps to God.

4 Give thanks to God the Lord;

The victory is won;

And up the path to heaven
Our march is now begun :

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The hymn of joy
Exulting raise,

And shout aloud

The Savior's praise.

C. M.

WATTS.

The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in clay,
Entered 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 spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See, how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,

And triumph in his eyes.

4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings; Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

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Christ's Ascension.

WATTS.

1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high; Behold the King of glory nigh;

Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Savior's he.

2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Savior, way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

3 Raised from the dead, he goes before;
He opens heaven's eternal door,

To give his saints a blest abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.

Christ seen of Angels.

1 O YE immortal throng

Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song,

To make the Savior known!

On earth ye knew

His wondrous grace;
His beauteous face
In heaven ye view.

2 Ye saw the heaven-born Child
In human flesh arrayed,

Benevolent and mild,

While in the manger laid;

And praise to God,

And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaimed aloud.

3 Ye, in the wilderness,

Beheld the tempter spoiled
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foiled;

DODDRIDGE