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See, it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!

“It is finish'd !"
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 It is finish'd! 0, what pleasure

Do these charming words afford !
Heav'nly blessings without measure
Flow to us through Christ the Lord :

“It is finish'd!"-
Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd all that God had promis’d;
Death and hell no more shall awe.

“It is finish'd !''
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps anew ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Emmanuel's name !

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

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7's. The Resurrection of Christ.


1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!

Sons of men and angels say! Raise your joys and triumph high! Sing, ye heavens,—and earth reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the figbt, the battle won !
Lol our sun's eclipse is o'er,
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King !

“Where O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save, - Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?

The same.

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3 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!

Praise to thee by both be given !
Thee we greet triumphant now,

Hail! the Resurrection—Thou.

Scott. 1 O! the rock is roll'd away;

Death yields up his mighty prey ;
Jesus, rising from the tomb,

Scatters all its fearful gloom.
2 Mortals ! shout in rapturous song

Let the notes be sweet and strong;
Hail the Son of God, this morn

From his sepulchre new born.
3 Praise him, ye celestial choirs !

Praise, and sweep your golden lyres !
Praise him in the noblest songs,

From ten thousand, thousand tongues. 4 Every note with rapture swell,

And the Saviour's triumph tell :
Where 0 death! is now thy sting?

Where thy terrors, vanquish'd King? 5 Let Immanuel be ador'd,

Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
To creation's utmost bound,
Let th' immortal praise resound.




Ş. M. The Lord risen indeed. KELLY 1“ “THE Lord is ris'n indeed,"

And are the tidings true ?
Yes, they beheld the Saviour bleed

And saw him liying too,
2 “The Lord is ris'n indeed,"

Then justice asks no more ;
Mercy and truth are now agreed,

Who stood oppos'd before. 3 «The Lord is ris'n indeed,"

Then is his work perform’d;
Th' captive surety now is free'd,

And death, our foe, disarm'd. 4 “The Lord is ris'n indeed,"

He lives to die no more :
He lives the sinner's cause to plead,

Whose curse and shame he bore. 5 « The Lord is ris'n indeed,"

This yields my sonl a plea:
He bore the punishment decree'd,

And satisfi'd for me.
6 “The Lord is ris'n indeed,"

Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heav'n with speed,

The joyful tidings bear.

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7 Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord,
Join all the bright celestial choirs,

To sing our risen Lord.



L. M. Christ's Aseension.


1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high ;
The powers of hell are captive led, -

Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits;

And angels chant the solemn lay :-
'Lift up your heads, ye heavn’ly gates !
Ye everlasting doors give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radient scene ;
He claims those mansions as his right
Receive the King of Glory in.

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