ESTING from His work to-day

In the tomb the Saviour lay ;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.

2 Late at even there was seen

Watching long the Magdalene ;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.

3 So with Thee, till life shall end,

We would solemn vigil spend :
Let us hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In these hearts Thou callest Thine,
Where in pure embalmed cell
None but Thou may ever dwell.

4 Myrrh and spices will we bring,

True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around ;
And in patient watch remain
Till our Lord appear again.



LL is o’er, the pain, the sorrow,

Human taunts and Satan's spite ;
Death shall be despoiled to-morrow

Of the prey he grasps to-night:
Yet once more, His own to save,

Christ must sleep within the grave.
2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish

On the bitter cross He bore ;
How did soul and body languish,

Till the toil of death was o'er !
But that toil, so fierce and dread,

Bruised and crushed the serpent's head. 3 Close and still the tomb that holds Him,

While in brief repose He lies;
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,

Veiled awhile from mortal eyes :
Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.




While night is brooding o'er the land, The sad and silent mourners stand. 2 At last the weary life is o'er, The agony

and conflict sore, Of Him who all our sufferings bore. 3 Deep in the rock's sepulchral shade,

The Lord, by whom the worlds were made, The Saviour of mankind, is laid.

4 O hearts bereaved and sore distrest,

Here is for you a place of rest;

Here leave your griefs on Jesus' breast. 5 So when the dayspring from on high

Shall chase the night and fill the sky,
Then shall the Lord again draw nigh.



HRIST the Lord is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say :
Raise your note of triumph high,

Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply!
2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids His rise,

Christ hath opened Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King-

Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once He died our souls to save

Where thy victory, O grave ?
5 Soar we now.where Christ hath led,

Following our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies !


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ESUS Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah!

Our triumphant holy day;
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah! 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Hallelujah!

Unto Christ our heavenly King ;
Who endured the cross and grave,

Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah! 3 But the pains which He endured Hallelujah!

Our redemption have procured ;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing, Hallelujah!



E saw Thee not, when Thou didst tread,

O Saviour, this our sinful earth; Nor heard Thy voice restore the dead,

And wake them to a second birth : But we believe that Thou didst come, And quit for us Thy glorious home.

2 We were not with Thee on the wave,

When Thou the stormy sea didst bind ; Nor saw the health Thy blessing gave

To lame and sick, to deaf and blind : But we believe the Fount of Light Could give the darkened eyeball sight.

3 We were not with the faithful few

Who stood Thy bitter cross around ;
Nor heard the prayer for those who slew,

Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground:
We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side
Yet we believe that Thou hast died.

4 No angels' message met our ear

On that first glorious Easter-day-
“ The Lord is risen, He is not here;

Come see the place where Jesus lay!”
But we believe that Thou didst quell
The banded powers of death and hell.

5 We did not mark the chosen few,

When Thou didst through the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view,

Then to the earth all prostrate bend :
But we believe that mortal eyes
Beheld that journey to the skies.

6 We saw Thee not return on high

And now, our longing sight to bless,

ray of glory from the sky
Shines down upon our wilderness :
Yet we believe that Thou art there,
And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer.

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