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See, it rends the rocks asunder,
“It is finish'd !"
Do these charming words afford !
“It is finish'd!"-
Of the ceremonial law!
“It is finish'd !''
Join to sing the pleasing theme:
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 !
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
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 ?
3 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given !
Hail! the Resurrection—Thou.
Scott. 1 O! the rock is roll'd away;
Death yields up his mighty prey ;
Scatters all its fearful gloom.
Let the notes be sweet and strong;
From his sepulchre new born.
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres !
From ten thousand, thousand tongues. 4 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell :
Where thy terrors, vanquish'd King? 5 Let Immanuel be ador'd,
Ransom, Mediator, Lord;
Ş. M. The Lord risen indeed. KELLY 1“ “THE Lord is ris'n indeed,"
And are the tidings true ?
And saw him liying too,
Then justice asks no more ;
Who stood oppos'd before. 3 «The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
Then is his work perform’d;
And death, our foe, disarm'd. 4 “The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
He lives to die no more :
Whose curse and shame he bore. 5 « The Lord is ris'n indeed,"
This yields my sonl a plea:
And satisfi'd for me.
Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heav'n with speed,
The joyful tidings bear.
7 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord,
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 ;
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
And angels chant the solemn lay :-
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radient scene ;