1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die.

Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save.

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,-- "The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die."

2 Glory to G.o.d, in full anthems of joy; The being he gave us death cannot destroy.

Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.

Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

138. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous.

"Let There Be Light."

1 On earth was darkness spread, One boundless night; "Let there be light," G.o.d said,-- And there was light!

2 There hung a deeper gloom O'er quick and dead, But Jesus burst the tomb, And darkness fled.

3 G.o.d by His word arrayed Darkness with light; G.o.d by His Son displayed Day without night.

4 For thee, O man, arose Creation's ray; For thee, too, brighter glows Salvation's day.

5 The beams first poured on earth For mortals shone; The light of later birth Immortals own.

IV. REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST.

139. C. M. Montgomery.

"In Remembrance of Me."

1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and b.l.o.o.d.y sweat, And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of G.o.d, my sacrifice!

I must remember thee;--

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains, Will I remember thee.

140. P. M. Whittier.

Watching with Jesus.

1 O Thou, who in the garden's shade Didst wake thy weary ones again, Who slumbered at that fearful hour, Forgetful of thy pain,--

2 Bend o'er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free, Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with thee!

141. P. M. F. H. Hedge.

Strength from the Cross.

1 "It is finished!" Man of sorrows!

From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus.

2 While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious!

3 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted!

May that sacred emblem be;

4 Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, May it guide us still to thee!

5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded Sorrow's depths for us has sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore.

6 Honored be thy cross forever; Star, that points our high endeavor Whither thou hast gone before!

142. 6 & 10s. M. *Mrs. Miles.

Looking unto Jesus.

1 It was no path of flowers, Which, through this world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

2 O thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom Should hover o'er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.