3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
With his expiring breath.
4 And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke, beneath the Victor's cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.
5 Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below,
Through him is pardoning love dispensed,
And boundless blessings flow.
HYMN 195. C. M. [#]
Lord's Day Morning.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn;
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand grateful lips still join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
HYMN 196. C. M. [#]
Lord's Day.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 Hosanna to our heavenly King,
To God's anointed Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
4 Hosanna in the highest strain
Our souls on earth can raise ;
And when in heaven with him we reign,
We'll render nobler praise.
1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,
Shake off each slothful band;
The wonders of this day
Our Sabbath songs demand.
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.
4 So Jesus, by his heavenly grace,
Descends on man below;
His blessings on the human race
In gentle currents flow.
5 Long as the sun shall rule the day
Or moon shall cheer the night,
The Saviour shall his sceptre sway,
By love's resistless might.
6 All that the reign of sin destroyed
Shall Zion's King restore,
And, from the treasures of the Lord,
Give boundless blessings more.
HYMN 208. L. M. [#]
Dominion of Christ.
1 THUS the eternal Father spake
To Christ the Son-Ascend, and sit
At my right hand till I shall make
Thy foes submissive at thy feet.
2 From Zion shall thy word proceed;
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,
Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
And bow their wills to thy command.
3 That day shall show thy power is great,
When saints shall flock with willing minds.
And sinners crowd thy temple gate,
Where holiness in beauty shines.
4 O power divine! O glorious day!
What a large victory shall ensue !
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew!
HYMN 209. L. P. M. [#]
Kingdom of Christ.
1 To Christ, the Son, the Father spake :
Lo, ask of me, and I will make
The heathen to thy sceptre bend;
The utmost parts of all the earth
Are thine inheritance by birth,
And wide thine empire shall extend.
2 Now Jesus waves his sceptre high,
Unfurls his banners in the sky,
While loud the gospel trumpets sound :
His enemies, with sore dismay,
Retire in haste, and yield the day,
While trophies to the Lord abound.
3 Before him kings and tyrants fall,
Detest their crowns, and on him call,
And he a pardon freely gives:
The world, in sin, was dead before;
To life the world he will restore,
And in him all the world shall live.
4 O Lord, thy government shall be Extended wide, from sea to sea,
And long thy sceptre thou shalt hold; As long as sun or moon shall shine, Thou King of all the earth shalt reign, The mysteries of thy grace unfold.
2 At his approaching dawn
Reluctant death resigned;
The glorious Prince of life
His dark domains confined:
Angelic hosts around him bend,
And shout to see the Lord ascend.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord,
Heaven with hosannas rings,
While earth in humble strains
Thy praise responsive sings;—
Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
HYMN 198. C. M. [#]
Faith in the Resurrection.
1 Lo, faith beholds the scattered shades, The dawn of heaven
And the bright morning gently spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.
2 Faith sees the Lord of glory come,
His flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
His trumpet shakes the ground.
3 She hears the voice, Ye dead, arise!
She sees the graves obey,
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute the rising day.
4 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward, through the skies, On love's triumphant wing!
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