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123. T. 208.
Now while I, like Mary,
My best spices carry
To my Saviour's tomb ;
I'll behold his body
Mangled, pale, and bloody;
Now my sabbath's come.
But, alas;-what spices has
My poor

124.* T. 45.

O Deepest grief,-which the relief
Of mankind hath procured!
God's beloved only Son
In a tomb was buried.

2 Ye sons of men,-this doleful plan
Was laid by your transgression;
What Christ suffer'd for
your guilt
Is beyond expression.

3 The Lamb of God-shed all his
blood,

Which flow'd upon the mountain;
This for all iniquity

Is an open fountain.

4 O Prince of Peace, thou Source of

grace,

And Author of salvation!

heart, save tears and crying, Thy unbounded love demands

Heart-felt throbs and sighing!

2 Lo! methinks his body,

There stretch'd out already,
Lifeless I behold:
Yes, I view him yonder,
And astonish'd ponder
O'er him dead and cold,
Deep and wide--I see his side,
Livid wounds on ev'ry member
I see without number.

3 Back, the scourges ploughed !
Side, whence blood-streams flowed!
Hands, and feet, and head!
Lips, o'er which death hover'd,
Now with paleness cover'd!
Cheeks, whose color's fled!
Bruised face-still full of grace!
On this scene I gaze ashamed,
Weep whene'er 'tis named.
4 Lamb of God, my Saviour,
Thou shalt be for ever

My most fav'rite theme:
And for thy atonement,
Might I ev'ry moment

Praise thy saving name: Constantly-thy passion be, Till my final consummation, My heart's meditation.

Humble adoration.

5 How blest he is who weigheth this, That God became his Saviour,

To bestow eternal life

Upon him for ever!

6 O Jesus blest!-my heart's true rest,
Be thou
my soul's desire,
Till I too can in my tomb
From this world retire.

125.

T. 119.

SLAUGHTER'D Lamb, :||:
My Redeemer! while I view
Thee by faith, I'm lost in wonder;
Grateful tears my cheeks bedew:
Blessed Saviour, when I ponder
On the cause of all thy grief & smart,
Melts my heart.:||:

2 Holy Lord, :||:

By thy body giv'n to death,
Mortify my sinful nature
Till I yield my dying breath.
Ah, protect thy feeble creature,
Till I shall in heav'n for ever be,
Lord, with thee. :||:

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VI. Of the Resurrection of Christ from the Grave.

130.* T. 132.

CHRIST Jesus was to death abas'd
Because of our transgression;

But now for us, by being rais'd,

Hath gain'd life and salvation. 'Tis this should prompt us to rejoice, To praise the Lord with heart and voice, In singing Hallelujah!

2 By none of all the human race

Could death and hell be foiled;
Sin render'd all men weak and base,
All ruin'd were and spoiled;
Death having enter'd by the fall,
Bore
sway and was entail'd on all;
All sinners are by nature.

3 But Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
In love and great compassion,
To free us from sin's galling load,
Appear'd in human fashion:
He hath destroy'd sin's pow'r & claim,
And left death nothing but the name;
Its sting can't hurt believers.
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4 How great and wondrous was the Life was by death assailed! [strife, But Jesus Christ, the Prince of life,

O'er sin and death prevailed; He triumph'd over them in death, And we are conqu'rors too by faith In Christ our risen Saviour.

5 He is the blessed Paschal Lamb,
By God himself appointed:
The prophets all aloud proclaim
That he is the Anointed.
If on our hearts his blood appear,
We're freed from death's enslaving fear,
Subdu'd is that destroyer.

6 This is the day the Lord hath made To lively hopes to raise us: Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,

And join to sing his praises: For Christ, our everlasting light, Dispels the clouds of sin's dark night,

And all the pow'rs of darkness.

7 The bread of life we eat in faith
Is Jesus Christ our Saviour,
Who conquer'd Satan, sin, and death,
And liveth now and ever:
Our souls desire no other food,
But our Redeemer's flesh and blood,
Which gives us life eternal.

131.* T. 590.

SING Hallelujah, Christ doth live,

And peace on earth restore!
Come, ransom'd souls, and glory give,
Sing, worship and adore!
With grateful hearts to him we pay
Our thanks in humble wise:
Who ought unto our charge can lay?
'Tis God that justifies.

2 Who can condemn ? since Christ was
And ever lives to God; [dead,
Now our whole debt is fully paid,
He saves us by his blood.
The ransom'd hosts in earth and heav'n

Thro' countless choirs proclaim
"He hath redeem'd us; praise be giv'n

To God and to the Lamb!"

3 God rais'd him up, when he for all
Had freely tasted death,
And thus redeem'd us from the fall;
On this we ground our faith.
For God thereby his sacrifice
Declar'd, unto his praise,
An all-sufficient ransom-price
For Adam's fallen race.

4 The God of peace to guilty man
Doth pard'ning grace afford,
Since from the dead he brought again
Our Shepherd, Head, and Lord;
That Shepherd who so freely shed

His blood for sinners poor;
Who dy'd, but now is ris'n indeed,

And lives for evermore.

5 The God of mercies let us praise,
Who saveth fallen men,
And by his pow'r which Christ did raise,
From death begets again
Us to a lively confidence,

That we for Jesus' sake
Shall of that blest inheritance,
Reserv'd for us, paṛtake.

6 His resurrection's pow'r divine,
By grace on us bestow'd,
Renews us, that we dead to sin,
May live alone to God:
Thus we, supported by his might,
From strength to strength proceed;
And, walking in his truth and light,
Praise him in word and deed.
7 In all we do, constrain'd by love,
We'll joy to him afford,
And to God's will obedient

prove
Thro' Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sing Hallelujah! and adore

Ön earth the Lamb once slain,
Till we in heav'n shall evermore
Exalt his name, Amen!

132. T. 590.
BELIEVING souls, rejoice and sing,
Your risen Saviour see,
And say, "O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, thy victory?"
He dy'd your guilty souls to save;
Was bury'd in the gloomy grave,
And, dying, conquer'd death;
But re-assum'd his breath.

2 Rejoice, your conqu'ring Saviour
He lives, to die no more; [lives,
And life eternal freely gives,

Since he our sorrows bore,
To all who their lost state bewail;
For Jesus' precious blood
Doth for each contrite soul prevail

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Before the throne of God.
3 Sing praises to our risen Lord;
Life, immortality,

And lasting bliss are now restor❜d

For all; for you and me.
Believe the wondrous deed, my soul,

Adore his saving name;
Rejoice, ye saints, from pole to pole
His love and pow'r proclaim.

4 The Prince of life reclin'd his head,
Expiring on the cross;

But now the Lord is ris'n indeed,

Is ris'n and lives for us.
Rejoice, and in the dust adore

The Lamb for sinners slain;
He liveth now and evermore,
For evermore to reign.

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2 He, having triumph'd over death, Now re-assumes his vital breath: The angels wait with watchful eyes, And joy to see their God arise.

3 Our gracious Saviour, Head and Lord,
Hath well perform'd his promis'd word;
And now would have his church rejoice;
He loves to hear her cheerful voice.

4 Let us then with the heav'nly throng
Now join in that eternal song:
Salvation to our God and King,
Whose death did our redemption bring.
5 Blessing and praise we give to thee,
That thou from death hast set us free;
Thy resurrection from the grave
Proves clearly thou hast pow'r to save.

6 Thy blood shall wash our garments white

Then we, with all the saints in light,
Shall joyful meet our Lord and Head,
We know for us thy blood was shed.
7 Astonish'd, at thy footstool low,
With humble gratitude we bow:
Our words can never fully tell
What in our thankful hearts we feel!

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3 His church is still his joy and crown, He looks with love and pity down

On her he did redeem:

Each member of his church he knows, He shares their joys and feels their woes, And they shall ever reign with him.

137.* T. 22.

REJOICE, the Lord in triumph reigns,
Breaks death and hell's infernal chains,
Retakes his life and majesty ;
Praise him to all eternity.

2 Behold the great accuser cast,
The hour of darkness now is past;
No right to us can Satan claim,
If we believe in Jesus' name.

138. T. 14.

ON this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd
By God th' eternal Word, than when
The universe was made.

2 He riseth, who mankind hath bought
With grief and pain extreme:
'Twas great to speak the world from
nought,

'Tis greater to redeem.

139.*

T. 132. CHRIST, being risen from the tomb, To Mary show'd his favor, And kindly called her by name; She, when she saw her Saviour, Directly turn'd about in haste, His feet with heart-felt joy embrac'd, And hail'd her risen Master.

2 His holy name for ever be

Adored, bless'd and praised, That he hath such invariably

To taste his friendship raised, As Mary Magdalen, and me, Who nought can boast of, but that he Hath pardon'd their transgressions. 3 How happy feels a contrite heart, Enjoying Christ's salvation! Those who have chosen Mary's part And fav'rite occupation,

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140.* T. 185.

[Saviour! HAIL, all hail, victorious Lord, and Thou hast burst the bonds of death! Grant us, as to Mary, that great favor

To embrace thy feet in faith: Thou hast in our stead the curse endured, And for us eternal life procured; Joyful, we with one accord

Hail thee as our risen Lord.

2 O thou matchless Source of consolation,

Scarce thy resting moments end When a heart-enliv'ning salutation To thy children thou dost send; We would share thy dear disciples' feeling,

As before their risen Master kneeling; Thus shall we, with all our heart, Witness what a Friend thou art!

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