Where, O death, is now thy sting!
Where, O grave, thy victory?
2 Scoffers now no more shall say:
If thou be the Christ, come down
From the cross, and prove to-day
That to Thee belongs the crown!
For our risen Lord and King
From our sins hath made us free,-
Where, O death, is now thy sting!
Where, O grave, thy victory?
3 Faith now knows He is the Lord,
Gives assent to His decree,
Trusts the promise in His Word,
And is crowned with victory,
Shouting praises to the King,
Who from sin hath made us free,-
Where, O death, is now thy sting!
Where, O grave, thy victory?
KNOW that my Redeemer lives!"
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever living Head.
2 He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
3 He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
4 He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe my tears,
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives, all blessings to impart.
5 He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!
́HERE wilt Thou go? since night draws near—
Say whither now? Thou Pilgrim dear;
Come, Jesus mine! Be Thou my Guest,
And in my heart find welcome rest.
2 Let me entreat Thee, dearest Friend,
For truly, I the best intend:
Thou knowest that Thou ever art
A welcome Guest unto my heart.
3 The day is now far spent and gone,
It is toward ev'ning, night comes on;
O. bide with me throughout this night,
And be my Cheer, Thou Light of light.
4 Shine in my soul and light the way
That leads to everlasting day,
That I may never be misled,
Though sin's dread night be round me spread.
5 And when I on my death-bed lie
Help me, and let me gently die.
O stay! I will not let Thee go!
Thou wilt not leave me, Lord, I know,
HYMN of glory let us sing;
New hymns throughout the world shall ring; By a new way none ever trod,
Christ mounteth to the throne of God.
2 May our affections thither tend,
And thither constantly ascend,
Where, seated on the Father's throne,
Thee, reigning in the heavens, we own!
3 Be Thou our present Joy, O Lord!
Who wilt be ever our Reward:
And as the countless ages flee,
May all our glory be in Thee!
UR Lord has risen from the dead;
Our Jesus has gone up on high;
The pow'rs of hell are captive led--
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as His right:
Receive the King of glory in.
4 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord who all His foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's name.
WE thank Thee, Jesus! dearest Friend,
That Thou didst into heaven ascend;
O blessed Savior! bid us live,
And strength to soul and body give.
2 Now His disciples all rejoice,
And sing His praise with cheerful voice:
Come, let us grateful off'rings bring,
Our Brother is our God and King.
3 Ascended to His throne on high,
He yet to us is always nigh;
True God and man He ever reigns,
And infinite in power remains.
4 Above the heavens in glory raised,
By angel hosts forever praised,
All creatures His dominion own,
He holds an everlasting throne.
5 He rules and reigr.s at God's right hand,
And has all power at His command,
All things are subject to His rod-
The Son of man and Son of God.
6 The world, and sin, and Satan fell
He overthrew, with death and hell;
Dispute who will His mighty reign,
He still the Victor must remain.
7 The man who trusts in Him is blest,
And finds in Him eternal rest;
This world's allurements we despise,
And fix on Christ alone our eyes.
8 He richest consolation gives,
Who once was dead but ever lives;
He captive led captivity,
From bitter death to set us free.
9 With deepest joy our voice we raise,
And sing our grateful song of praise;
Our Brother, our own flesh and bone,
Is God and King, our joy alone.
10 Through Him we heirs of heaven are made;
O Brother, Christ! extend Thine aid,
That we may ever trust in Thee,
And live by faith eternally.
11 Amen, amen, O Lord! we cry;
Do Thou, who art exalted high,
In Thy pure faith preserve our hearts,
And shield us from all Satan's darts.
12 Come, blessed Lord! to judgment come,
And take us to our glorious home,
That all our woes on earth may cease,
And we may dwell in heavenly peace.
13 A glad Amen shall close our song,
Our souls for rest in glory long,
Where we with angel-hosts again
Shall sing in nobler strains Amen!
LORD, on earth I dwell sad-hearted,
Here I oft must mourn and sigh:
Wherefore hast Thou then departed,
Why didst Thou ascend on high?
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