3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out his cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What ev'ry member bears.
4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.
5 Then let our humble Faith address His Mercy and his Pow'r; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour.
HYMN XXI. Easter.
1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the Throne; Then thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply, "For he was slain for us!"
3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine;
And blessings, more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
5 O may I bear some humble part In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue.
HYMN XXII. Easter.
1 Rejoice! the Lord is King, Your God and King adore; Mortals, give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore.
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love: When he had purg'd our sins,
He took his seat above.
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
3 He sits at God's right hand; Till all his foes submit, And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet.
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
4 Rejoice, in glorious hope, Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up
To their eternal home.
We soon shall hear th' Archangel's The trump of God shall sound "Rejoice!"
HYMN XXIII. Easter. L. M.
1 Now for a tune of lofty praise, To great Jehovah's equal Son; Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays Tell the high wonders he has done.
2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight On wings of everlasting love.
3 Down to this base, this sinful earth He came to raise our nature high ; He came, t' atone Almighty wrath ;- Jesus, the God, was born to die.
4 Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' Almighty Captive pris'ner lay ;- Th' Almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting Day.
5 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God, exalted reigns;
His sacred Name fills all their tongues, And echoes thro' the heav'nly plains.
1 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies, Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree; The Lord of Glory dies for men !- But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; (The tomb in vain forbids his rise) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns! Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of Hell, And led the monster Death in chains!
6 Say, "Live for ever wond'rous King! "Born to redeem, and strong to save." Then ask the monster--"Where's thy sting? "And where's thy vict'ry,boastingGrave?"
1 Brethren, let us join to bless Jesus Christ, our Joy and Peace; Let our praise to him be giv'n, High at God's right hand in Heav'n. 2 Master, see! to Thee we bow: Thou art Lord, and only Thou; Thou the blessed Virgin's Seed, Glory of thy Church, and Head.
3 Thee the Angels ceaseless sing; Thee we praise, our Priest, our King. Worthy is thy name of praise, Full of Glory, full of Grace.
4 Thou hast the Glad tidings brought, Of Salvation by Thee wrought- Wrought for all thy Church; and we Worship in their company.
5 We, thy little Flock, adore Thee, the Lord for evermore. Ever with us shew thy Love, Till we join with those above!
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