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94.

"Behold, this is my Son from heaven;
Him hear, O men, and love!"

8 & 7.

Christ Conquering. Isa. 63.

ALLEN.

Sicily. Missionary H.

1 WHO is this, that comes from Edom,
All his raiment stain'd with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb, He wears,
Glorious in the spoil, He bears?
2 'Tis the Savior, now victorious,
Trav'lling onward in his might;
'Tis the Savior, O how glorious
To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save?
mf 3 Mighty Victor, reign forever,

Wear the crown, so dearly won!
Never shall thy people, never

Cease to sing what Thou hast done!
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes!

95.

(ii.137.)

EPIS. COLL.

L. M. Hebron. American Chant.
Miracles, and Resurrection of Christ.
1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive!
Behold, the dead awake and live!

The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name,

2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son ;
The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

mp 3 He dies: the heav'ns in mourning stood!
He rises, and appears a God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die!

mf 4 Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart,

And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine!

97.

WATTS.

Litchfield. Tolland.

Christ's Death and Dominion.

1 I SING my Savior's wondrous death;
He conquer'd, when He fell;

""Tis finish'd!" said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 "Tis finish'd?" our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done!

Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns,

And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns!

L. M.

WATTS.

Windham. German Hymn.

The Atonement of Christ.

1 "TIS finish'd!"-so the Savior cried,
And meekly bow'd his head, and died!
"Tis finish'd!"—yes, the race is run,—
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 "Tis finish'd!" Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore:
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
The Jewish rites no more remain.

3 "Tis finish'd!"-yes, his dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone;

Millions shall be redeem'd from death
By Jesus' last, expiring breath.

4 "Tis finish'd!"-Heav'n is reconciled,
And all the pow'rs of darkness spoiled:
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

mf 5 "Tis finish'd!"-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
"Tis finish'd!"-let the echo fly

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Through heav'n and hell,through earth and sky.

STENNETT.

98.

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S. M.

A crucified Savior.

Boylston. Fairfield.

1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,—
The Savior lifted high!

Behold the son of God's delight
Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did He feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us He bled,

And all in torture died;

'Twas love, that bow'd his fainting head,
And op'd his gushing side.

aff 4 I see, and I adore,

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In sympathy of love;

I feel the strong, attractive pow'r
To lift my soul above.

5 In Thee our hearts unite,
Nor share thy griefs alone,

But from thy cross pursue their flight
To thy triumphant throne!

8,7 & 4.

Death of Christ.

DODDRIDGE.

Sicily. Greenville.

1 HARK! a voice, awaking wonder
'Mongst the angels of the sky,
Voice, that rends the rocks asunder,
Breaking forth from Calvary:
"It is finish'd!"-

Voice, that shakes the earth and sky!

2 "It is finish'd!"-O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord:
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, the dying words record!

3 "Finish'd"; all the types are ended
Of the Jewish shad'wy law;

"Finish'd" all, that God intended ;-
Death and hell no more shall awe:

"It is finish'd"!

Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

100. (ii. 76 )

BURDER'S COLL.

C. M. Archdale. Cambridge.

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. mf 1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light, Who cloth'd himself in clay:

From death He rose up in his might,
And tore the bars away.

2 The Conqu❜ror see ascending high,
He wears a glorious crown!
Behold, what mercy in his eye,
What blessings He sends down!

3 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings!
High your sweet voices raise!
Let men and all created things
Sound forth Immanuel's praise!

WATTS.

Sicily. Westborough.

Christ dying and rising.

mp 1 SEE the Lord of life expiring,
While the cross its victim holds!
E'en in death his love, untiring,
Pours a pray'r for blood-stain'd souls,
2 At his wo the sun is shrouded
Mid his journey in the skies :
Lo, the earth, with darkness clouded,
Trembles, as its Maker dies!

mf 3 See the Crucified arising,

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Bursting from his rock-hew'd cell,
Now, with triumph, all surprising,
Conqueror of death and hell!

4 See Him up to heav'n ascending,
Great in glory and in might,

Throngs of angels round Him bending,
As He rises up to light!

5 Now for sinful men He's pleading,
Holy Lamb of sacrifice,

Ever for them interceding

With his Father in the skies.

aff 6 Blessed JESUS! to Thee bowing,
We entreat thy pard'ning love!
Bring us to the joys o'erflowing,
In thy presence, Lord, above!

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102.

ALLEN.

7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Sharp.
Ascension of Christ.

f 1 ANGELS! roll the rock away!
Death! yield up the mighty prey!
See!-the Savior leaves the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom!
2 Shout, ye seraphs! Gabriel, raise
Loudest trump of joyful praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the rapt'rous sound!
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
See Him rising to the skies:
King of glory! mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.

4 Praise Him, ye celestial choirs ;
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Praise Him in the noblest songs
From ten thousand, thousand tongues!

103.

8, 7 & 4.

GIBBONS.

Oliphant. Tamworth.

Resurrection of Christ.

1 HE is ris'n!-Then why, ye weeping,
Linger ye about his tomb?

Here no longer is He sleeping,

He hath gone to heav'n, his home:
He is risen!

Where He dwells, ye too may come!

2 Now for you He's interceding
At the throne of God on high,
He with blood for you is pleading,
Lest for sin your souls should die:
He is pleading;

Why, desponding, should you sigh?