182 C. M. He hath begotten us to a lively hope. 1 Peter 1:3. Blessed be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 What though the first man’s sin requires Our flesh to see the dust; Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must. 4 There’s an inheritance divine, Reserved against that day; ’Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And can not fade away! 5 Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall take us home. 183 C. M. Now is Christ risen from the dead. 1 Cor. 15:20. Blest morning! whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising Lord: That saw him triumph o’er the dust, And leave his dark abode. 2 In the cold prison of a tomb The great Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th’ appointed day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our Lord, in vain; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay; And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. 5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas, With glad hosannas ring. 184 C. M. The forsaken sepulcher. Ye humble souls that seek the Lord, Chase all your fears away; And bow with reverence 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 throbbed and bled for you. 3 If ye have wept at yonder cross, And still your sorrows rise, Stoop down and view the vanquished grave, Then wipe your weeping eyes. 4 But dry your tears, 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 band he rears His once dishonored head; And through unnumbered years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 185 C. M. The Resurrection, and the Life. Hosanna to the Prince of light, That clothed himself in the clay, Entered 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 spoiled our hellish foes.