9. Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave And at death no longer tremble; For the Lord, who comes to save, Round Him shall His saints assemble, Raising them o’er all their foes, Mortal weakness, fear, and woes. 10. Only draw away your heart Now from pleasures base and hollow; Would ye there with Christ have part, Here His footsteps ye must follow; Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise! Berlin, 1653; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 221 7s “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! our 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 has opened Paradise. 4. Lives again our glorious King; Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Dying once, He all doth save; Where thy victory, O 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 heav’n! Praise to Thee by both be giv’n! Thee we greet triumphant now; Hail, the Resurrection Thou! Charles Wesley, 1739. 222 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7 Jesus lives! No longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal me; Jesus lives! by this I know From the grave He will recall me. Brighter scenes will then commence; This shall be my confidence. 2. Jesus lives! To Him the throne High o’er heaven and earth is given. I shall go where He is gone, Live and reign with Him in heaven. God is pledged; weak doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence. 3. Jesus lives! For me He died, Hence will I, to Jesus living, Pure in heart and act abide, Praise to Him and glory giving. Freely God doth aid dispense; This shall be my confidence. 4. Jesus lives! I know full well Naught from me His love shall sever; Life nor death nor powers of hell Part me now from Christ forever. God will be a sure Defense: This shall be my confidence. 5. Jesus lives! Henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm my trembling breath When I pass its gloomy portal. Faith shall cry, as fails each sense, “Jesus is my confidence!” C. F. Gellert, 1757; Frances E. Cox, tr., † 1864. 223 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7