  180L. M. He rose—according to the Scriptures. When we the sacred grave survey, In which the Saviour deigned to lie, We see fulfilled what prophets say, And all the power of death defy, 2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim How weak the bands of conquered death; Sure pledge that all who trust his name Shall rise and draw immortal breath. 3 Our surety freed declares us free, For whose offenses he was seized: In his release our own we see, And joy to see Jehovah pleased. 4 Jesus, once numbered with the dead, Unseals his eyes to sleep no more; And ever lives their cause to plead, For whom the pains of death he bore. 5 Then, though in dust we lay our head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave Our flesh for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave! 181L. M. The joy that was set before him. Now for a song of lofty praise To great Jehovah’s only Son; Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, And tell the wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above: How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love! 3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th’ almighty Captive prisoner lay; Th’ almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 4 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the Lord, exalted reigns: His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heavenly plains. 182C. M. He hath begotten us to a lively hope. Blessed be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 What though the first man’s sin requires Our flesh to see the dust; Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must. 4 There’s an inheritance divine, Reserved against that day; ’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And can not fade away! 5 Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall take us home. 183C. M. Now is Christ risen from the dead. Blest morning! whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising Lord: That saw him triumph o’er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb The great Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th’ appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our Lord, in vain; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. 5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring. 184C. M. The forsaken sepulcher. Ye humble souls that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away; And bow with reverence down, to see The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought; Such wonders love can do! Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 If ye have wept at yonder cross, And still your sorrows rise, Stoop down and view the vanquished grave, Then wipe your weeping eyes. 4 But dry your tears, and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain. 5 High o’er the angelic band he rears His once dishonored head; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 185C. M. The Resurrection, and the Life. Hosanna to the Prince of light, That clothed himself in the clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant’s sting away, And spoiled our hellish foes. 3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise, Let heaven and all created things, Sound our Immanuel’s praise. 186C. H. M. The Lord is risen. How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb Where once the Crucified was borne, And vailed in midnight gloom! Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain; The Lord is risen—he lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints! dry every tear For your departed Lord; “Behold the place—he is not here;” The tomb is all unbarred: The gates of death were closed in vain, The Lord is risen—he lives again. 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer Your early footsteps bend, The Saviour will himself be there, Your advocate and friend: Once by the law your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again. 4 How tranquil now the rising day! ’Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord to chase away Your unbelieving fears: O! weep no more your comforts slain; The Lord is risen—he lives again. 5 And when the shades of evening fall, When life’s last hour draws nigh— If Jesus shine upon the soul, How blissful then to die: Since he has risen who once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. 187S. M. Redemption completed. “The Lord is risen indeed!” Then is his work performed; The mighty captive now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed. 2 “The Lord is risen indeed!” He lives to die no more; He lives, his people’s cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 3 “The Lord is risen indeed!” The grave has lost his prey: With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day. 4 “The Lord is risen indeed!”— Attending angels! hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 5 Then wake your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs! To sing our risen Lord. 188H. M. Thou reigning Son of God. Yes, the Redeemer rose: The Saviour left the dead, And o’er his hellish foes High raised his conquering head: In wild dismay, The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away. 2 Lo! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet: Joyful they come, And wing their way From realms of day To Jesus’ tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear; Hark! as they soar on high What music fills the air: Their anthems say, Jesus who bled Has left the dead— He rose to-day! 4 You mortals, catch the sound, Redeemed by him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell: Transported cry, Jesus who bled Has left the dead No more to die! 5 All hail! triumphant Lord, Who saved us by thy blood: Wide be thy name adored, Thou reigning Son of God! With thee we rise, With thee we reign, And kingdoms gain Beyond the skies. 1897s. The stone rolled away. Angels! roll the rock away; Death! yield up thy mighty prey; See! the Saviour leaves the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. 2 Hark! the wondering angels raise Louder notes of joyful praise: Let the earth’s remotest bound Echo with the blissful sound. 3 Now, ye saints! lift up your eyes, See him high in glory rise! Ranks of angels, on the road, Hail him—the incarnate God. 4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide, See the Conqueror through them ride! King of glory! mount thy throne— Boundless empire is thine own. 5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs! Tune, and sweep your golden lyres: Raise, O earth! your noblest songs, From ten thousand thousand tongues. 1907s. Christ, the first fruits. Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day! Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high: Sing ye heavens! thou 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 hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened 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 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies! 6 King of glory, Fount of bliss, Everlasting life is this: Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love. 1917s. The Resurrection. Morning breaks upon the tomb, Jesus scatters all its gloom; Day of triumph through the skies— See the glorious Saviour rise! 2 Ye who are of death afraid, Triumph in the scattered shade; Drive your anxious cares away; See the place where Jesus lay! 3 Christian! dry your flowing tears, Chase your unbelieving fears; Look on his deserted grave; Doubt no more his power to save. 1927s, double. Mary at the tomb. Mary to the Saviour’s tomb Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved had gone: For a while she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise; Trembling, while a crystal flood Issued from her weeping eyes. 2 Jesus who is always near, Though too often unperceived, Came her drooping heart to cheer, Kindly asking why she grieved: Though at first she knew him not, When he called her by her name, She her heavy griefs forgot, For she found him still the same. 3 And her sorrows, quickly fled, When she heard his welcome voice; Christ had risen from the dead, Now he bids her heart rejoice: What a change his word can make— Turning darkness into day; You who weep for Jesus’ sake, He will wipe your tears away. 1938s. He hath abolished death. The angels that watched round the tomb Where low the Redeemer was laid, When deep in mortality’s gloom He hid for a season his head; 2 That vailed their fair face while he slept, And ceased their sweet harps to employ, Have witnessed his rising, and swept The chords with the triumphs of joy. 3 You saints, who once languished below, But long since have entered your rest, I pant to be glorified too, To lean on Immanuel’s breast. 4 The grave in which Jesus was laid Has buried my guilt and my fears; And while I contemplate its shade, The light of his presence appears. 5 O sweet is the season of rest, When life’s weary journey is done! The blush that spreads over its west, The last lingering ray of its sun! 6 Though dreary the empire of night, I soon shall emerge from its gloom, And see immortality’s light Arise on the shades of the tomb. 7 Then welcome the last rending sighs, When these aching heartstrings shall break, When death shall extinguish these eyes, And moisten with dew the pale cheek. 8 No terror the prospect begets, I am not mortality’s slave, The sunbeam of life as it sets, Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave. 1948s. The darkness is passed, etc. Behold, the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave; His rising removes all our fears, And shows him almighty to save. 2 How strong were his tears and his cries, The worth of his blood, how divine! How perfect was his sacrifice, Who rose though he suffered for sin. 3 The man that was crownÉd with thorns, The man that on Calvary died, The man that bore scourging and scorns, Whom sinners agreed to deride— 4 Now blessÉd for ever is made, And life has rewarded his pain, Now glory has crownÉd his head; Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain. 3 Believing, we share in his joy; By faith, we partake in his rest; With this we can cheerfully die, For with him we hope to be blest. |
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