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! O, 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!
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

RESURRECTION.

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7's. The Resurrection of Christ.

ANON.

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 fight, the battle won!
Lo! 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?

5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given !
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail! the Resurrection-Thou.

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7's.

The same.

SCOTT.

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 O 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.

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S. M. The Lord risen indeed. KELL 1 1 "THE Lord is risʼn indeed,"

And are the tidings true?

Yes, they beheld the Saviour bleed
And saw him living 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 soul 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.

7 Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord,
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

1

UR 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.