4 In vain the ftone, the watch, the feal Forbid an early rife To him, who breaks the gates of hell, And opens paradise. HYMN 110. P. M. ALL is hufh'd, the battle's o'er ! Trembling waits the great event. Here I'll ftay, nor wander hence 2 See, a gleam of light appears! Pale and wounded? 'Tis my God! 3 Heav'nly laurels crown his head! Hail! my flesh, and bone and blood;; With him, where, and as he is, In my nature purify'd: The Father's praife, his King and Priest. HYMN HII. P. M. CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to day, Raife your joys and triumphs high, 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 3 Vain the ftone, the watch, the feal, 4 Lives again our glorious King; "Where, O death, is now thy fting?" Once he dy'd our fouls to fave; "Where's thy vict'ry, boafting grave?" 5 Soar we now where Chrift has led, What though once we perifh'd all, Second life we now receive, 7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n! HYMN 112. C. M. PART FIRST. AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray; Unfeals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increafing day. 2 O what a night was that, which wrapp'd' 3 This day be grateful homage paid, 4 Ten thoufand diff'ring lips fhall join 5 Jefus, the Friend of human kind, 6 The pow'rs of darknefs leagu'd in vain He fhook their kingdom when he fell, PART SECOND. 7 Our Saviour's conqu❜ring chariot wheels Afcend the lofty skies; While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross, Death's iron fceptre lies. 8 Exalted high at God's right hand, Through him is pard'ning love dispens'd, 9 And ftill for erring, guilty man, And ftill his bleeding heart is touch'd ΙΟ To thee, my Saviour, and my King, IN HYMN 113. L. M. Jefus who was crucify'd Alone we glory and confide; Let ev'ry tongue with joy confefs, 2 For us redemption to obtain, The fpotlefs Lamb of God was flain; Saints triumph in his glorious name, 3 To banish all our griefs and fears, Behold, enthron'd at God's right hand, Our joyful fouls with rapture trace. HYMN 114. C. M. HOSANNA OSANNA to the Prince of light, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 3 Raife your devotion, mortal tongues, 4 Bright angels, ftrike your loudeft strings, Your sweetest voices raise ; Let heav'n, and all created things |