Resurrection and Ascension of our Lord

306 The Lord is risen

1"CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,"

Sons of men and angels say!

Raise your joys and triumphs high;

Sing, ye heavens; and earth reply.

2 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!

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ has burst the gates of hell;

Death in vain forbids His rise, Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King!

"Where, O death, is now thy sting?"

Once He died our souls to save;

"Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"

5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Following our exalted Head;

Made like Him, like Him we rise;

Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!

Praise to Thee by both be given!

Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail, the Resurrection—Thou!

Charles Wesley, 1739

307 "He is risen."

1 ANGELS, roll the rock away;

Death, resign thy mighty prey:

See the Saviour quit the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.

Hallelujah.

2 Shout, ye seraphs! Gabriel, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise:

Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring Bound.

Hallelujah.

3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes, Now to glory see Him rise;

Troops of angels on the road Hall and sing the incarnate God.

Hallelujah.

4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide.

Gracious hero, through them ride;

King of glory, mount Thy throne, Boundless empire is Thine own.

Hallelujah.

5 Praise Him, ye celestial choirs, Praise, and sweep your golden lyres, Shout, O earth, in rapturous song;

Let the strains be sweet and strong!

Hallelujah.

6 Every note with wonder swell, Sin overthrown, and captived hell, Where is hell's once dreaded king?

Where, O death, thy mortal sting?

Hallelujah.

Thomas Scott, 1769;

Thomas Gibbons, 1784

308 Praise the risen Lord

1 YES, Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High raised His conquering head: In wild dismay The guards around Fell to the ground, And sunk away.

2 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.

3 Then back to heaven they fly, And the glad tidings bear:

Hark! as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say, "Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead!

He rose to-day."

4 Ye mortals! catch the sound, Redeem'd by Him from hell, And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell;

Transported cry, "Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead, No more to die."

5 All hail, triumphant Lord. Who savest us with Thy blood!

Wide be Thy name adored, Thou rising, reigning God! With Thee we rise, With Thee we reign, And empires gain Beyond the skies.

Philip Doddridge, 1765, a.

309 "The Lord is risen indeed."

1 "THE Lord is risen indeed;"

Now is His work perform'd;

Now is the mighty Captive freed, And death's strong castle storm'd.

2 "The Lord is risen indeed :" The grave has lost its prey; With Him is risen the ransom'd seed, To reign in endless day.

3 "The Lord is risen indeed;"

He lives to die no more;

He lives the sinner's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame He bore.

4 "The Lord is risen indeed;"

Attending angels, hear!

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, The joyful tidings bear.

5 Then tune your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord;

Join all ye bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord!

Thomas Kelly, 1804, a.

310 Captivity led captive

1 THE happy morn is come;

Triumphant o'er the grave, The Saviour leaves the tomb, Omnipotent to save:

Captivity is captive led; For Jesus liveth, that was dead.

2 Who now accuseth them, For whom their Ransom died? Who now shall those condemn Whom God hath justified?

Captivity is captive led; For Jesus liveth, that was dead.

3 Christ hath the ransom paid; The glorious work is done; On Him our help is laid, By Him our victory won:

Captivity is captive led; For Jesus liveth, that was dead.

Thomas Haweis, 1792.

311

Death conquered

1 PRAISE the Redeemer, almighty to save;

Immanuel has triumph'd o'er death and the grave!

Sing, for the door of the dungeon is open, The Captive came forth at the dawn of the day.

How vain the precaution! the signet is broken; The watchmen in terror have fled far away.

Praise the Redeemer, &c.

2 Praise to the Conqueror; oh tell of His love! In pity to mortals He came from above. Who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison? The sceptre lies broken that fell from his hands; His dominion is ended; the Lord is arisen; The helpless shall soon be released from their bands.

Praise the Redeemer, &c.

—Groser, 1844.

312 Comfort from the Resurrection

1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away; And bow with pleasure down to see The Place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought;

Such wonders love can do!

Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbb'd and bled for you.

3 A moment give a loose to grief, Let grateful sorrows rise, And wash the bloody stains away With torrents from your eyes.

4 Then raise your hopes and tune your songs, The Saviour lives again; Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain.

5 High o'er the angelic bands He rears His once dishonoured head; And through unnumber'd years He reigns, Who dwelt among the dead.

6 With joy like His shall every saint His empty tomb survey;

Then rise with His ascending Lord, To heaven's eternal day.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

313 Resurrection and Ascension

1 HOSANNAH to the Prince of light, Who clothed Himself in clay, Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away!

2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to His Father flies, With scars of honour in His flesh, And triumph in His eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down; His Father well rewards His pains, And bids Him wear the crown.

5 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise:

Let heaven and all created things Sound our Immanuel's praise.

Isaac Watts, 1709, a.

314

He is gone

1 HE'S gone—the Saviour's work on earth His task of love is o'er, And lo! this dreary desert knows His gracious steps no more.

2 Oh, 'twas a waste to Him indeed, No rest on earth He knew; No joy from its unhallow'd springs His sorrowing spirit drew.

3 He's gone! and shall our truant feet And lingering hearts delay In a dark world, that cast His love, Like worthless dross away?

4 Hopeless of joy in aught below, We only long to soar, The fulness of His lore to feel, And lose His smile no more.

5 His hand, with all the gentle power, The sweet constraint of love, Hath drawn us from this restless world, And fix'd our hearts above.

Edward Denny, 1848.

315 Jesus victorious

1 WHO is this that comes from Edom, All His raiment stain'd with blood; To the slave proclaiming freedom;

Bringing and bestowing good:

Glorious in the garb He wears, Glorious in the spoils He bears?

2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious.

Travelling onward in His might;

'Tis the Saviour, oh how glorious To His people is the sight!

Jesus now is strong to save;

Mighty to redeem the slave.

3 Why that blood His raiment staining!

'Tis the blood of many slain; Of His foes there's none remaining, None the contest to maintain:

Fallen they are no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies.

4 This the Saviour has effected, By His mighty arm alone;

See the throne for Him erected, 'Tis an everlasting throne!

'Tis the great reward He gains, Glorious fruit of all His pains.

5 Mighty Victor, reign for ever;

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 heard Thy people's woes.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

316 "Who is the King of glory?"

1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He.

2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord the Saviour way;

Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

3 Raised from the. dead, He goes before;

He opens heaven's eternal door; To give His saints a blest abode, Near their Redeemer and their God.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

317

Sing, O Heavens

1 SING, O heavens! O earth, rejoice!

Angel harp, and human voice, Round Him. as He rises, raise Your ascending Saviour praise.

Alleluia!

2 Bruised is the serpent's head, Hell is vanquished, death is dead And to Christ gone up on high, Captive is captivity.

Alleluia!

3 All His work and warfare done He into His heaven is gone, And beside His Father's throne, Now is pleading for His own:

Alleluia!

4 Asking gifts for sinful men, That He may come down again, And, the fallen to restore, In them dwell for evermore.

Alleluia!

6 Sing, O heavens! O earth, rejoice!

Angel harp, and human voice, Round Him. in His glory, raise Your ascended Saviour's praise.

Alleluia!

John S. B. Monsell, 1803.

318 "I go to prepare a place for you."

1 TH' eternal gates lift up their heads, The doors are open'd wide; The King of glory is gone up Unto His Father's side.

2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, Thou hast prepared a place, That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon Thy face.

3 And ever on our earthly path A gleam of glory lies; A light still breaks upon the cloud That veils Thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, And let Thy grace be given, That while we linger yet below Our hearts may be in heaven.

6 That where Thou art, at God's right hand Our hope, our love may be:

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell For evermore in Thee.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1852, a.

319 Gone into Heaven

1 THOU art gone up on high, To mansions in the skies; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise.

2 But we are lingering here With sin and care oppress'd;

Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest.

3 Thou art gone up on high: But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony To pass unto Thy crown;

4 And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be; But only let that path of tears Lead us, at last, to Thee!

5 Thou art gone up on high; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train.

6 Oh! by Thy saving power, So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour, At Thy right hand on high!

Emma Toke, 1851.

320 Glory to our King

1 GLORY, glory, to our King!

Crowns unfading wreathe His head;

Jesus is the name we sing;

Jesus, risen from the dead;

Jesus, spoiler of the grave;

Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Jesus is gone up on high:

Angels come to meet their King;

Shouts triumphant rend the sky, While the Victor's praise they sing;

"Open now, ye heavenly gates!

'Tis the King of glory waits."

3 Now behold Him high enthroned!

Glory beaming from His face; By adoring angels own'd, Lord of holiness and grace:

Oh for hearts and tongues to sing, "Glory, glory to our King."

4 Jesus, on Thy people shine;

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join, Share their bliss and swell their songs:

Glory, honour, praise, and power, Lord, be Thine for evermore.

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

321 Our Forerunner

1 JESUS, the Lord, our souls adore, A painful sufferer now no more;

High on His Father's throne He reigns, O'er earth and heaven's extensive plains.

2 His race for ever is complete; For ever undisturb'd His seat;

Myriads of angels round Him fly, And sing His well-gain'd victory.

3 Yet, midst the honours of His throne, He joys not for Himself alone: His meanest servants share their part, Share in that royal tender heart.

4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptured sight With sacred wonder and delight;

Jesus, thine own forerunner see Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.

5 Loud let the howling tempest yell, And foaming waves to mountains swell, No shipwreck can my vessel fear, Since hope hath fix'd her anchor here.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

322 “Lift up your Heads."

1 LIFT up your heads, ye gates! and wide Your everlasting doors display;

Ye angel-guards, like flames divide, And give the King of glory way.

2 Who is the King of glory?—He, The Lord, omnipotent to save; Whose own right arm, in victory, Led captive Death, and spoil'd the grave,

3 Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high Your everlasting portals heave;

Welcome the King of glory nigh;

Him must the heaven of heavens receive.

4 Who is the King of glory—who? The Lord of hosts; behold His name: The kingdom, power, and honour due.

Yield Him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!

James Montgomery, 1822.

323

All Hail

1 JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly host adore Thee, Seated at Thy Father's side.

2 There for sinners Thou art pleading, There Thou dost our place prepare, Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear.

3 Worship, honour, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive;

Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give.

4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;

Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

John Bakewell, 1757.

324 The Conqueror reigns

1 TRIUMPHANT, Christ ascends on high The glorious work complete;

Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie, Beneath His awful feet.

2 There, with eternal glory crown'd, The Lord, the Conqueror reigns; His praise the heavenly choirs resound, In their immortal strains.

3 Amid the splendours of His throne, Unchanging love appears; The names He purchased for His own Still on His heart He bears.

4 Oh, the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss, a boundless store:

Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine, I cannot wish for more.

6 On Thee alone my hope relies, Beneath Thy cross I fall, My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all.

Anne Steele, 1760.