6 Then, when the work is done, In death's triumphant hour, 521 Oakham-p.297.] 15th P. M. 11 9,119. AWAY with our fears! the glad morning appears, When an heir of salvation was born! From Jehovah I came, for his glory I am, And to him I with singing return. 2 Thee, Jesus, alone, the fountain I own, And cheerfully sing my Redeemer and King, 3 With thanks I rejoice in thy fatherly choice Of my state and condition below: If of parents I came who honour'd thy name, "Twas thy wisdom appointed it so. 4 I sing of thy grace, from my earliest days, Ever near to allure and defend; Hitherto hast thou been my Preserver from sin, And I trust thou wilt save to the end. 5 0 the infinite cares, and temptations, and snares, Thy hand hath conducted me through! O the blessings bestow'd by a bountiful God, And the mercies eternally new! 6 What a mercy is this; what a heaven of bliss; How unspeakably happy am I! Gather'd into thy fold, with thy people enroll'd, With thy people to live and to die! O the goodness of God, in employing a clod, His tribute of glory to raise ; His standard to bear, and with triumph declare His unspeakable riches of grace! 8 O the fathomless love that has deign'd to approve, And prosper the work of my hands! With my pastoral crook, I went over the brook, And behold, I am spread into bands! 9 Who, I ask in amaze, hath begotten me these? And inquire from what quarter they came; My full heart it replies, They are born from the skies, And gives glory to God and the Lamb. 10 All honour and praise to the Father of grace, To the Spirit and Son, I return! The business pursue he hath made me to do, 11 In a rapture of joy my life I employ, 'Tis worth living for this, to administer bliss 12 My remnant of days I spend in his praise, RESURRECTION. EASTER. 522 Braintree-p. 29.] C. M. HE Lord of sabbath let us praise, Who, joyful in harmonious lays, 2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, 3 On this glad day a brighter scene By God th' eternal Word, than when 4 He rises, who mankind has bought 'Twas great to speak the world from naught; 'Twas greater to redeem. 5 Alone the dreadful race he ran, 6 The Sun of righteousness appears, Adore the Scatterer of your fears, 523 Arnold-p. 98.] L. M. UR Lord is risen from the dead; The There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in! Who is the King of glory? Who? The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew And Jesus is the Conq'ror's name. 3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? Who? The Lord, of glorious power possess'd; The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd! L. M. 524 Nahant-p. 110.] A sudden trembling shakes the ground: Cherubic legions guard him home, L. M. YE faithful souls, who Jesus know, If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below, His resurrection's power declare. In everlasting pomp, to reign. 6 Your real life, with Christ conceal'd, |