2 "It is finish'd!" O what pleasure These triumphant words afford! Heav'nly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord, "It is finish'd!" Saints, His dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs; Glory to the bleeding Lamb! 47. 1 GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; pray. 2 See him at the judgment-hall, P.M. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain view, 4 Early to the tomb repair, · 48. C.M. 1 THOU great Redeemer, dying Lamb; We love to hear of thee; No music like thy sacred name, To us can ever be: O may we ever hear thy voice In mercy to us speak! 2 The Saviour shall be still our theme, Jesus, we'll sing thy blessed name, When in the clouds thou dost appear With all the ransom'd throng; Then will we sing more loud more clear, 49. C.M. 1 FROM Calvary's cross a fountain flows, More healing than Bethesda's pool, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Atoning Lamb, thy precious blood 4 O then in nobler, sweeter songs, When these poor lisping stamm'ring tongues Lie silent in the grave. 50. C.M. EASTER. 1 ALL hail the great Emmanuel's name! And crown him-Lord of all. 2 Crown him ye martyrs of our God, Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 3 Ye saints redeem'd, of Adam's race, 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, To him all majesty ascribe, 5 Oh that with yonder sacred throng, 51. 1 AWAKE, and sing the song Wake every heart and every tongue, 2 Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rising pow'r, 3 Sing, till our earthly hearts; S.M. 4 Sing on your heav'nly way, 5 Soon shall hear him say, Ye blessed children, come! 52. C.M. 1 COME let us join our cheerful songs, Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus :" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And blessings more than we can give, 4 Let all creation join in one, Of him that sits upon the throne, E |