But lo! what sudden joys we see ! The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 6 Say, "Live for ever, wond'rous King!" HYMN 105. C. M. YONDER-amazing sight !—I see Th' incarnate Son of God Expiring on the accursed tree, And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold, a purple torrent run Down from his hands and head! The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead. 3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, And with the amaz'd centurion "This is the Son of God." 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice cry, If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, The sinner sure may live. 5 O, that these cords of love divine, Might draw me, Lord, to thee! Thou hast my heart, it shall be thineThine it shall ever be ! HYMN 106. YES, the Redeemer rose ; P. M. High rais'd his conqu❜ring head: The guards around 2 Lo! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, Joyful they come, 1 And wing their way 3 Then back to heav'n they fly, What music fills the air! Their anthems say, Hath left the dead; Ye mortals, catch the sound, The globe on which you dwell: 5 All hail, triumphant Lord, Who sav'd us with thy blood; With thee we reign, LET HYMN 107. L. M. us our hearts and voices raise, To sound the mighty Saviour's praise, And sing, he dy'd and lives again For us, the fallen sons of men. 2 He bare our curse, our debt he paid, When all our woes on him were laid; Our midnight darkness chas'd away, And rais'd us to eternal day. 3 'Tis finish'd, saith the dying God, For man, cry all his wounds and blood : Salvation finish'd was for us, In Jesus, bleeding on the cross. 4 He, fainting, felt death's rude divorce, To put his testament in force ; 12 Wherein to man he did bequeath 5 Quickly he breaks death's feeble chains, And to his throne ascends again; There sits adorn'd with wounds and blood, And calls us wand'rers home to God. 6 Let all the sons of Zion sing Will sound his name eternally. OUR glorious Lord is ris❜n indeed! Death, conquer'd, lost its prize; The grave surrender'd him with speed, When he essay'd to rise. 2 Up Tose the Saviour from the dead! 3 To banish his disciples' fears, He prov'd himself alive, By all his wounds and bloody scars; 4 With them, will we our Lord adore ; He lives, he lives, and dies no more 5 Nor is our faith, nor preaching vain ; Since Christ, our Head, is ris'n again; PART SECOND. 6 Who shall condemn ? lo, Jesus dy'd, 7 Hail, risen Saviour! thee we hail, 8 High, on thy father David's throne, Till, by thine own right hand alone, THE Sun of Righteousness appears, To set in blood no more : Adore the scatt'rer of your fears, Your rising God adore ! 2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath, He breaks again the bands of death, 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine-press trod : He dy'd and suffer'd as a man, |