3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gate of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King!
"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"
Once he died our souls to save:
"Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"
5 Hail, the Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the RESURRECTION-Thou.
HYMN 90. H. M.
The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ.
EJOICE, the Lord is King,
Th' ascended King adore;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing
And triumph evermore!
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love:
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv'n:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear the Archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, REJOICE.
HYMN 91. C. P. M.
The out-pouring of the Spirit.
WHEN the blest day of Pentecost
Was fully come; the Holy Ghost
Descended from above,
Sent by the Father and the Son:
The Sender and the Sent are one,
The Lord of life and love.
2 But were the first disciples blest
With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest
Be pass'd unheeded by?
What? Has the Holy Ghost forgot
To quicken souls, that Christ has bought;
And let them lifeless lie?
3 No, thou almighty Paraclete!
Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ❜nce yet;
Thou visit'st sinners still:
Thy breath of life, thy quick'ning flame,
Thy pow'r, thy Godhead, still the same,
We own; because we feel.
HYMN 92. S. M.
A morning hymn.
EE how the mounting sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Her heav'nly Parent sing;
And to her great Original,
Her humbler tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near!
4 Thus doth thine arm support
This weak defenceless frame;
But whence such favours, Lord, to me,
All worthless as I am?
5 O! how shall I repay
The bounties of my God?
This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load.
6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;
Cleans'd by thy blood, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.
7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service wish to spend A long eternity.
HYMN 93. C. M.
A morning song.
NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound;
Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise :
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,' But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.
HYMN 94. L. M.
An evening hymn.
REAT God, to thee my ev'ning song
With humble gratitude I raise;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with lively praise!
2 My days unclouded as they pass,
And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,
And witness to thy love and pow'r.
3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,
Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful can from thee depart,
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.
4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood
Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close,
With sleep refresh my feebl frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.
HYMN 95. C. M.
An evening song.
TOW, from the altar of our hearts
Let flames of love arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our ev'ning sacrifice.
2 Minutes and mercies multiplied,
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.
3 New time, new favour, and new joys,
Do a new song require:
Till we shall praise thee, as we would,
Accept our hearts' desire.
4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set
New time upon our score;
Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more.
: HYMN 96. C. M.
For Morning and Evening.
OSANNA, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand!
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing pow'r,
That rais'd us with a word,
And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour,
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev❜ning rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed,
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
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