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.
Then back to heav'n 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!
You mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell,
And send the echo round
The globe on which you
Transported cry,
Jesus who bled
Has left the dead,
No more to die!
All hail! triumphant Lord,
Who sav'd us by thy blood;
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou reigning Son of God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And kingdoms gain
Beyond the skies.
PSALM 25-7's.—[Benevento.
CHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day!
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your joys and triumphs high
Sing, you heav'ns, and earth reply
Love's redeeming work is done-
Fought the fight the battle won-
Lo! the Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ has burst the gates of hell: Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ has open'd Paradise.
Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save-
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?
Soar we now where Christ has led,
Foll'wing our exalted Head;
Made like Him, like Him we rise-
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
What though once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall,
Better life we now receive-
In our heav'nly Adam live.
Hail, thou Lord of earth and heav'n!
Praise to thee by both be giv'n;
Thee we greet, triumphant now—
Hail! the resurrection Thou.
PSALM 26-C. M.—[Ninety-fifth.
THE Saviour ris'n to-day we praise,
In concert with the blest;
For now we see his work complete,
And enter into rest.
On this first day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd
By the Creating Word, than when
The universe was made.
He rises who mankind has bought
With grief and pain extreme:
"Twas great to speak the world from naugh 'Twas greater to redeem.
How vain the stone, the watch, the seal! Naught can forbid his rise:
'Tis he who shuts the gates of hell,. And opens Paradise.
Let us his righteousness disclose;
His death and rising show;
Till he return to banish woes,
And bless his saints below.
PSALM 27-8's.-[Greenfields. BEHOLD, the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave; His rising removes all our fears,
And shows him almighty to save.
How strong were his tears and his cries!
The worth of his blood how divine!
How perfect is his sacrifice,
Who rose, though he suffered for sin.
The man that was crowned with thorns,
The man that on Calvary died,
The man that bore scourging and scorns,
Whom sinners agreed to deride-
Now blessed forever is made,
And life has rewarded his pain;
Now glory has crowned his head;
Heav'n sings of the Lamb that was slain.
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.
We wait for his coming again,
To raise us to honour and fame;
This glory his saints shall obtain;
His foes shall be clothed with shame.
PSALM 28—C. M.—[Communion.
THIS is the day the first ripe sheaf
Before the Lord was wav'd,
And Christ, first-fruits of them that slept
Was from the dead receiv'd.
He rose for them for whom he died,
That, like to him, they may
Rise when he comes, in glory great,
That ne'er shall pass away.
This is the day the Spirit came
With us on earth to stay-
A comforter, to fill our hearts
With joys that ne'er decay.
His comforts are the earnest sure
Of that same heav'nly rest
Which Jesus enter'd on, when he
Was made forever blest.
This day the Christian church began,
Form'd by his wondrous grace;
This day, the saints in concord meet,
To join in prayer and praise.
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