Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God,
That saw Him triumph o’er the dust,
And leave His dark abode!

In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th’appointed day.

Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

To Thy great Name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let Heav’n, and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.

Let us rise in early morning,
And, instead of ointments, bring
Hymns of praises to our Master,
And His Resurrection sing:
We shall see the Sun of Justice
Ris’n with healing on His wing,
Ris’n with healing on His wing.

Thy unbounded loving-kindness,
They that groaned in Hades’ chain,
Prisoners, from afar beholding,
Hasten to the light again
And to that eternal Pascha
Wove the dance and raised the strain,
Wove the dance and raised the strain.

Go ye forth, His saints, to meet Him!
Go with lamps in every hand!
From the sepulcher He riseth:
Ready for the Bridegroom stand:
And the Pascha of salvation
Hail, with His triumphant band,
Hail, with His triumphant band.

Easter, joyous Easter, holy happy time!
Bells ring out their message, joy in every chime;
Sweetly through their music, faint an echo swells,
Voices seem to mingle with the bells. (Glad Easter bells.)

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Seek ye not the living here among the dead;
Christ the Lord is risen, risen as He said;
Blessèd reassurance, gone the weary night,
Christ is risen! Easter breaks in floods of light!

Voices in a garden, near a rock-hewn tomb,
Gracious heav’nly voices, cheering earth’s dark gloom;
Voices from the glory, sent from thence to tell,
Jesus lives again! Immanuel! (Immanuel!)

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Other voices echo, through the Easter chime
One above all others, speaks with pow’r sublime;
Tender words of comfort, peace and love profound,
O’er the world today His words resound. (His words resound.)

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Hallelujah! Jesus lives!
He is now the Living One;
From the gloomy halls of death
Christ, the conqueror, has gone,
Bright forerunner to the skies
Of His people, yet to rise.

Jesus lives! Why do you weep?
Why that sad and mournful sigh?
He who died our Brother here
Lives our Brother still on high.
Lives forever to bestow
Blessings on His church below.

Jesus lives! And thus, my soul,
Life eternal waits for you;
Joined to Him, your living head,
Where He is, you shall be, too;
With the Lord, at His right hand,
As a victor you shall stand.

Jesus lives! Let all rejoice.
Praise Him, ransomed of the earth.
Praise Him in a nobler song,
Cherubim of heavenly birth.
Praise the victor King, whose sway
Sin and death and hell obey.

Jesus lives! To Him my heart
Draws with ever new delight.
Earthly vanities, depart,
Hinder not my heavenward flight.
Let this spirit ever rise
To its Magnet in the skies.

Hallelujah! Angels, sing!
Join with us in hymns of praise.
Let your chorus swell the strain
Which our feebler voices raise;
Glory to our God above
And on earth His peace and love!

Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes
To where the morning lights the skies!
The awful shadows flee away
Before the swift advancing day.
The Lord is ris’n; He could not die;
He lives for you eternally;
And by His victory o’er the grave
His people He will surely save!

No longer mourn your seeming loss;
No longer weep before the cross,
Nor search the darkness of the tomb;
While overheard the morn has come!
Now what shall harm your joyful souls
While your Redeemer all controls?
No night shall hide again His face;
No grave shall be His resting place.

Beautiful morning! Day of hope,
Dawn of a better life;
Now in thy peaceful hours we rest,
Far from earth’s noise and strife.

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Morning of resurrection joy,
Day when the Savior rose,
Singing shall greet thy opening hour,
Singing shall mark thy close.

Beautiful morning! All the week
Waiteth thy welcome light,
Since thy first dawning, calm and clear,
Out of the darkest night.

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Beautiful morning! Grief and pain,
Weeping before the tomb,
Fly at thy dawning, Jesus rose,
Jesus dispelled the gloom.

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Oh, day of awful story—
Jesus is dead!
Sad end to hope of glory—
Jesus is dead!

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Behold the stone is rolled away!
And shining ones have come to say:
“He is not here, but is risen!
He is not here, but is risen!”
The night of death is past and gone—
Arise, and greet the glorious morn!
“He is not here, but is risen!
He is not here, but is risen!”

A weary night of weeping—
Jesus is dead!
A night that knew no sleeping—
Jesus is dead!

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A day in sorrow dawning—
Jesus is dead!
A sad and gloomy morning—
Jesus is dead!

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Hear the chiming Easter bells,
Their joyous music ringing;
Hear the children’s happy voices,
Easter carols singing.

Ringing, ringing, singing, singing,
Easter bells and happy voices;
Christ arose on Easter day,
And all the world rejoices,
And all the world rejoices.

Angels came from Heav’n above
To tell the wondrous story:
“Christ is risen from the dead,
The Lord of life and glory.”

“Seek Him not among the dead,
The grave is not His prison;
Go and His disciples tell,
That Christ the Lord is risen.”

Christ the Lord is ris’n today,
Salvation to us bringing;
Easter bells, ring out your chimes,
While voices glad are singing.

All ye that seek the Lord Who died,
Your God for sinners crucified,
Prevent the earliest dawn, and come
To worship at His sacred tomb.

Bring the sweet spices of your sighs,
Your contrite hearts, and streaming eyes,
Your sad complaints, and humble fears;
Come, and embalm Him with your tears.

While thus ye love your souls t’employ,
Your sorrow shall be turned to joy:
Now, let all your grief be o’er!
Believe, and ye shall weep no more.

An earthquake hath the cavern shook,
And burst the door, and rent the rock;
The Lord hath sent His angel down,
And he hath rolled away the stone.

As snow behold his garment white,
His countenance as lightning bright:
He sits, and waves a flaming sword,
And waits upon his rising Lord.

The third auspicious morn is come,
And calls your Savior from the tomb,
The bands of death are torn away,
The yawning tomb gives back its prey.

Could neither seal nor stone secure,
Nor men, nor devils make it sure?
The seal is broke, the stone cast by,
And all the powers of darkness fly.

The body breathes, and lifts His head,
The keepers sink, and fall as dead;
The dead restored to life appear,
The living quake, and die for fear.

No power a band of soldiers have
To keep one body in its grave:
Surely it no dead body was
That could the Roman eagles chase.

The Lord of Life is risen indeed,
To death delivered in your stead;
His rise proclaims your sins forgiv’n,
And show the living way to Heav’n.

Haste then, ye souls that first believe,
Who dare the Gospel-Word receive,
Your faith with joyful hearts confess,
Be bold, be Jesus’ witnesses.

Go tell the followers of your Lord
Their Jesus is to life restored;
He lives, that they His life may find;
He lives, to quicken all mankind.

In Thy glorious resurrection,
Lord, we see a world’s erection,
Man in Thee is glorified.
Bliss, for which the patriarchs panted,
Joys, by holy psalmists chanted,
Now in Thee are verified.

Oracles of former ages,
Veiled in dim prophetic pages,
Now lie open to the sight;
Now the types, which glimmered darkling
In the twilight gloom, are sparkling,
In the blaze of noonday light.

Isaac from the wood is risen;
Joseph issues from the prison;
See the Paschal Lamb which saves;
Israel through the sea is landed,
Pharaoh and his hosts are stranded,
And o’erwhelmèd in the waves.

See the cloudy pillar leading,
Rock refreshing, manna feeding;
Joshua fights and Moses prays;
See the lifted wave-sheaf, cheering
Pledge of harvest-fruits appearing,
Joyful dawn of happy days.

Samson see at night uptearing
Gaza’s brazen gates, and bearing
To the top of Hebron’s hill;
Jonah comes from stormy surges,
From his three-days’ grave emerges,
Bids beware of coming ill.

So Thy resurrection’s glory
Sheds a light on ancient story;
And it casts a forward ray,
Beacon light of solemn warning,
To the dawn of that great morning
Ushering in the judgment day.

Ever since Thy death and rising
Thou the nations art baptizing
In Thy death’s similitude;
Dead to sin, and ever dying,
And our members mortifying,
May we walk with life renewed!

Forth from Thy first Easter going,
Sundays are for ever flowing
Onward to a boundless sea;
Lord, may they for Thee prepare us,
On a holy river bear us
To a calm eternity!

Come then, Thou Prophet of the Lord,
Thou great Interpreter divine,
Explain Thine own transmitted Word:
To teach, and to inspire is Thine;
Thou only canst Thyself reveal:
Open the Book, and loose the seal.

Whate’er the ancient prophets spoke
Concerning Thee, O Christ, make known,
Sole subject of the sacred Book,
Thou fillest all, and Thou alone;
Yet there our Lord we cannot see,
Unless Thy Spirit lends the key.

Now, Jesu, now the veil remove,
The folly of our darkened heart;
Unfold the wonders of Thy love,
The knowledge of Thyself impart;
Our ear, our inmost soul we bow;
Speak, Lord, Thy servants hearken now.

Make not as Thou wouldst farther go,
Our Friend, and Counselor, and Guide,
But stay, the path of life to show,
Still with our souls vouchsafe t’abide,
Constrained by Thy own mercy stay,
Nor leave us at the close of day.

Come in, with Thy disciples sit,
Nor suffer us to ask in vain,
Nourish us, Lord, with living meat,
Our souls with heavenly bread sustain;
Break to us now the mystic bread,
And bid us on Thy body feed.

Honor the means ordained by Thee,
The great unbloody sacrifice,
The deep tremendous mystery;
Thyself in our enlightened eyes
Now in the broken bread made known
And show us Thou art all our own.

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Abide with me, ’tis eventide!
The day is past and gone;
The shadows of the evening fall;
The night is coming on!
Within my heart a welcome Guest,
Within my home abide.

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O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, ’tis eventide!
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, ’tis eventide!

Abide with me, ’tis eventide!
Thy walk today with me
Has made my heart within me burn,
As I communed with Thee.
Thy earnest words have filled my soul
And kept me near Thy side.

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Abide with me, ’tis eventide!
And lone will be the night,
If I cannot commune with Thee,
Nor find in Thee my light.
The darkness of the world, I fear,
Would in my home abide.

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Abide with us, our Savior,
Nor let Thy mercy cease;
From Satan’s might defend us,
And grant our souls release.

Abide with us, our Savior,
Sustain us by Thy Word,
That we may, now and ever,
Find peace in Thee, O Lord.

Abide with us, our Savior,
Thou Light of endless Light;
Increase to us Thy blessings,
And save us by Thy might.

“Abide with us, the day is waning,”
Thus prayed the two while on the way;
We read that Thou, O Lord, remaining,
Didst all their doubts and fears allay.
Incline Thine ear, Thou King of Grace,
When, praying thus, we seek Thy face.

At eventide, Thy Spirit sending,
Help us, O Lord, our watch to keep,
In prayer devout before Thee bending,
Ere we our eyelids close in sleep,
Confessing sin in deed and word
With hope of mercy from the Lord.

Abide with us; with heav’nly gladness
Illumine, Lord, our darkest day;
And when we weep in pain and sadness,
Be Thou our Solace, Strength and Stay.
Tell of Thy woe, Thy victory won,
When Thou didst pray: “Thy will be done.”

Abide with us, O Savior tender,
That bitter day when life shall end,
When to the grave we must surrender,
And fear and pain our hearts shall rend.
The shield of faith do Thou bestow
When trembling we must meet the foe.

When earthly help no more availeth,
To sup with us Thou wilt be nigh;
Thou givest strength that never faileth,
In Thee we grave and death defy.
While earth is fading from our sight,
Our eyes behold the realms of light.

As now the sun’s declining rays
At eventide descend,
So life’s brief day is sinking down
To its appointed end.

Lord, on the cross Thine arms were stretched,
To draw Thy people nigh;
O grant us then that cross to love,
And in those arms to die.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.

The day, O Lord, is spent;
Abide with us, and rest;
Our hearts’ desires are fully bent
On making Thee our Guest.

We have not reached that land,
That happy land, as yet,
Where holy angels round Thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.

Our sun is sinking now;
Our day is almost o’er;
O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore.

From men below the skies,
And all the heavenly host,
To God the Father praise arise,
The Son, and Holy Ghost.

The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows:
O Brightness of Thy Father’s glory,
Thou eternal Light of light, be with us now:
Where Thou art present darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.

Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend;
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide;
Be Thou our Light in death’s dark eventide;
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.

Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succors fail;
When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh,
And hear Thy voice, “Fear not, for it is I.”

The weary world is moldering to decay,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away:
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,
May we arise, awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord, forever to abide,
In that blest day which has no eventide.

Since without Thee we do no good,
And with Thee do no ill,
Abide with us in weal and woe,
In action and in will.

In weal, that while our lips confess
The Lord Who gives, we may
Remember with a humble thought
The Lord Who takes away.

In woe, that while to drowning tears
Our hearts their joys resign,
We may remember Who can turn
Such water into wine.

By hours of day, that when our feet
O’er hill and valley run,
We still may think the light of truth
More welcome than the sun.

By hours of night, that when the air
Its dew and shadow yields,
We still may hear the voice of God
In silence of the fields.

Abide with us, abide with us,
While flesh and soul agree;
And when our flesh is only dust,
Abide our souls with Thee.

Tarry with me, O my Savior,
In my heart and life abide,
Keep me by Thy grace and favor,
Ever near Thy loving side.

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Tarry with me, O my Savior,
For I long to have Thee nigh;
By Thy Spirit guide and guard me,
Till I reach my home on high.

Tarry with me, O my Savior,
In Thy presence let me rest,
Thou dost know my life and longings,
Thou wilt give me what is best.

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Tarry with me, O my Savior,
Day is fleeting to its close;
Life without Thee is but dreary,
Filled with bitterness and woes.

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Tarry with me, O my Savior,
Walk beside me all the way;
In my joy, and in my sadness,
I shall need Thee every day.

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Tarry with me, O my Savior,
For the day is passing by;
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?

Lonely seems the vale of shadow;
Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Give me faith for clearer vision,
Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer.

Let me hear Thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.

Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

Tarry with me, O my Savior,
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me—
Morning of eternal rest.

Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
For the day is passing by;
See, the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh;
Tarry with me—tarry with me;
Pass me not unheeded by!

Many friends were gathered round me,
In the bright days of the past;
But the grave has closed above them,
And I linger here the last!
I am lonely: tarry with me
Till this dreary night is past.

Dimmed for me is earthly beauty;
Yet the spirit’s eye would fain
Rest upon thy lovely features:
Shall I seek, dear Lord, in vain?
Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Let me see thy smile again.

Dull my ear to earth-born music:
Speak thou, Lord! in words of cheer;
Feeble, tottering my footstep,
Sinks my heart with sudden fear:
Cast thine arms, dear Lord! around me,
Let me feel thy presence near.

Faithful memory paints before me
Every deed and thought of sin;
Open thou the blood-filled fountain,
Cleanse my guilty soul within:
Tarry, thou forgiving Saviour!
Wash me wholly from my sin.

Deeper, deeper grow the shadows;
Paler now the glowing west;
Swift the night of death advances,—
Shall it be a night of rest?
Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon thy breast.

Feeble, trembling, panting, dying,
Lord! I cast myself on thee:
Tarry with me through the darkness,
While I sleep, still watch by me,
Till the morning,—then awake me
Dearest Lord! to dwell with thee.

Be known to us in breaking bread,
But do not then depart;
Savior, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.

There eat with us in love divine;
Thy body and Thy blood,
That living bread, that heavenly wine,
Be our immortal food.

You ask me how I know that Jesus saves me,
How I know that all my sins are white as snow;
You ask me how I know that He forgave me;
Now listen, I must tell you how I know.

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I was there when it happened, and I ought to know;
His Spirit burning in me, set my heart aglow;
So I praise the Lord today,He has washed my sins away;
I was there when it happened, and I ought to know.

You ask me how I know that He redeemed me;
And how I received the peace no gold can buy;
How from the guilt and pow’r of sin He saved me,
Made me an heir to mansions in the sky.

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And now, as thru the world I go rejoicing,
I am telling what a Savior dwells within;
How I plunged into the cleansing, crimson fountain,
And Jesus washed my soul from ev’ry sin.

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Walk Thou with me, nor let my footsteps stray
Apart from Thee, throughout life’s threatening way;
Be Thou my Guide, the Path I cannot see;
Close to Thy side, Lord, let me walk with Thee.

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Dear Savior, let me trust my hand in Thine,
And let me know Thy steps are guiding mine;
Life’s changing way is oft times dark to me,
I fear no ill if I may walk with Thee.

Through weary years my way hath miry been;
My bitter tears Thy pitying eye hath seen;
My fainting heart hath heard Thy voice divine;
My trembling hand asks but to rest in Thine.

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No earthly foe can give my spirit fear;
No threatening woe can quail when Thou art near;
No tempter’s snare can turn my steps aside,
For in Thy care, I’m safe whate’er betide.

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When the lowly Jesus trod the paths of men below,
He beheld their bitter sorrow, and their crushing woe;
He received them kindly, when they joined Him on the way,
Graciously He walked and talked with them from day to day.

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Walking and talking with Jesus
Smoothes the rugged way.
Walking and talking with Jesus
Brings the light of day;
Walking and talking with Jesus
Fills the heart with love;
Walking and talking with Jesus
Is like Heav’n above.

You may walk with Him today! Believe it, weary soul;
He will cause your heart to burn; His words will make you whole;
With the smile of His dear face, He’ll cheer you on the way;
Safely He will guide and lead you on from day to day.

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Oh, the joy to walk with Jesus to our home above,
Basking in the sunshine of His everlasting love;
Oh, the joy to talk with Jesus in the shadow-land,
And to feel at every turn the touch of His dear hand.

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Snowdrops! lift your timid heads,
All the earth is waking,
Field and forest, brown and dead,
Into life are waking;
Snowdrops, rise, and tell the story,
How He rose, the Lord of glory.

Lilies! lilies! Easter calls!
Rise to meet the dawning
Of the blessèd light that falls
Through the Easter morning;
Ring your bells and tell the story,
How He rose, the Lord of glory.

Waken, sleeping butterflies,
Burst your narrow prison!
Spread your golden wings and rise,
For the Lord is risen;
Spread your wings and tell the story,
How He rose, the Lord of glory.

How shall we answer terror’s cry,
The cunning blade, the flaming sky?
When murderous spite knocks down our door
And violence breaks upon our shore,
O let us come and look to You
To know Your will—what shall we do?

When Satan whispers, “Hate your foe,
Now take your vengeance—draw the bow,”
Protect us from the tempter’s guile,
The lying voice, the evil smile.
O let us come in trust to You,
To hear the word we know is true.

When executioners hung You high
You turned Your prayer up to the sky,
And pled the Father to forgive,
You asked that cruel men might live.
O let us Your example take,
And pray for sinners as we ache.

We pray that You their hearts will turn;
And light a holy fire to burn
Their dross away, so they may be
Like gold refined, eternally.
O let us pray that they become,
Like us, with You forever one.

The morning kindles all the sky,
The heavens resound with anthems high,
The shining angels as they speed,
Proclaim, “The Lord is risen indeed!”

Vainly with rocks His tomb was barred,
While Roman guards kept watch and ward;
Majestic from the spoilèd tomb,
In pomp of triumph, He has come!

When the amazed disciples heard,
Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred;
Their Lord’s belovèd face to see,
Eager they haste to Galilee.

His piercèd hands to them He shows,
His face with love’s own radiance glows;
They with the angels’ message speed,
And shout, “The Lord is risen indeed!”

O Christ, thou King compassionate!
Our hearts possess, on Thee we wait:
Help us to render praises due,
To Thee the endless ages through!

O joyous Easter morning,
That saw the Lord of love arise!
O bright and happy morning!
The clouds have left the skies.
The night of grief is ended,
The smiling day has come again,
And Christ has won the victory
For all the sons of men.

O gladsome Easter morning,
Our hearts rejoice anew today,
The grave and death are conquered,
He is of life the Way.
The hosts of sin are vanquished,
He is the Victor, Savior, King;
Then let us all with gladness,
Our thankful praises bring.

O blessèd Easter morning,
What day so bright and fair as this,
When, through His mighty triumph,
He won the courts of bliss!
The doors of heaven are open,
The grave no more has power or dread,
For risen is our Savior,
The firstfruits of the dead.

The Lord is ris’n indeed,
Loud let His praises ring!
From death’s dominion freed,
Ascends the conqu’ring King,
At God’s right hand to take His place
And reign supreme through everlasting days.

The Lord is ris’n indeed,
Risen to die no more;
And now in Heav’n doth plead
For those whose sins He bore
In dreadful anguish on the tree,
From sin and death to set His people free.

The Lord is ris’n indeed,
Conqu’ror of death and hell;
He lives, the woman’s Seed,
The King invisible:
He lives to bruise the serpent’s head,
And raise His ransomed people from the dead.

The Lord is ris’n indeed,
Entered the courts on high,
To win for man the meed
Of immortality:
And soon to earth will He descend,
The cruel reign of sin and death to end.

O Jesus, my Savior,
All glory to Thee;
Sweet peace in believing
Thou givest to me.

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Peace, peace to my soul
Flows like a beautiful river;
Peace, hallowed and pure,
Constant abiding forever.

What heights of enjoyment,
What rapture is mine;
While faithfully trusting
Thy promise divine.

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Should sorrow o’ertake me,
Thy Word is my stay;
Should trials befall me
Thou guidest my way.

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O loving Redeemer,
Whatever Thy will,
In tempests or sunshine,
I’ll follow Thee still.

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That Eastertide with joy was bright,
The sun shone out with fairer light,
When, to their longing eyes restored,
The glad apostles saw their Lord.

He bade them see His hands, His side,
Where yet the glorious wounds abide;
The tokens true which made it plain
Their Lord indeed was risen again.

Jesus, the King of gentleness,
Do Thou Thyself our hearts possess
That we may give Thee all our days
The tribute of our grateful praise.

O Lord of all, with us abide
In this our joyful Eastertide;
From every weapon death can wield
Thine own redeemed forever shield.

All praise be Thine, O risen Lord,
From death to endless life restored;
All praise to God the Father be
And Holy Ghost eternally.

Baptize us anew
With power from on high,
With love, O refresh us!
Dear Savior, draw nigh.

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We humbly beseech Thee,
Lord Jesus, we pray,
With love and the Spirit
Baptize us today.

Unworthy we cry,
Unholy, unclean,
O wash us and cleanse us
From sin’s guilty stain.

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O heavenly Dove,
Descend from on high!
We plead Thy rich blessing;
In mercy draw nigh.

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O list the glad voice!
From Heaven it came:
“Thou art My Belovèd,
Well pleasèd I am.”

We praise thee, we bless Thee,
Dear Lamb that was slain,
We laud and adore Thee,
Amen and Amen.

Faith is a living power from Heaven
That grasps the promise God hath given,
A trust that cannot be o’erthrown,
Fixed heartily on Christ alone.

Faith finds in Christ whate’er we need
To save or strengthen us indeed,
Receives the grace He sends us down,
And makes us share His cross and crown.

Faith in the conscience worketh peace,
And bids the mourner’s weeping cease;
By faith the children’s place we claim,
And give all honor to one Name.

Faith feels the Spirit’s kindling breath
In love and hope that conquer death;
Faith worketh hourly joy in God,
And trusts and blesses e’en the rod.

We thank Thee then, O God of Heaven,
That Thou to us this faith hast given
In Jesus Christ Thy Son, who is
Our only fount and source of bliss.

And from His fullness grant each soul
The rightful faith’s true end and goal,
The blessedness no foes destroy,
Eternal love and light and joy.

Holy Spirit, hear us
On this sacred day;
Come to us with blessing,
Come with us to stay.

Come as once Thou camest
To the faithful few
Patiently awaiting
Jesus’ promise true.

Up to Heav’n ascending,
Our dear Lord has gone;
Yet His little children
Leaves He not alone.

To His blessèd promise
Now in faith we cling.
Comforter, most holy,
Spread o’er us Thy wing.

Lighten Thou our darkness,
Be Thyself our Light;
Strengthen Thou our weakness,
Spirit of all might.

Spirit of Adoption,
Make us overflow
With Thy sevenfold blessing
And in grace to grow.

Into Christ baptizèd
Grant that we may be
Day and night, dear Spirit,
Perfected by Thee!

Father Almighty, bless us with Thy blessing,
Answer in love Thy children’s supplication;
Hear Thou our prayer, the spoken and unspoken;
Hear us, O Father.

Shepherd of souls, who bringest all who seek Thee
To pastures green, beside the peaceful waters;
Tenderest Guide, in ways of cheerful duty,
Lead us, good Shepherd.

Father of mercy, from Thy watch and keeping
No place can part, nor hour of time remove us;
Give us Thy good, and save us from our evil,
Infinite Sprit!

Sweet Savior, bless us ere we go;
Thy Word into our minds instill,
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.

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Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

The day is done, its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.

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Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release:
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

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Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And simple hearts without alloy
That only long to be like Thee.

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Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled,
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Let not our works with self be soiled,
Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.

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For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad:
Thou art our Jesus, and our All.

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Sweet Savior, bless us; night is come;
Through night and darkness near us be;
Good angels watch about our home,
And we are one day nearer Thee.

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