3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise, Let heaven and all created things, Sound our Immanuel’s praise. 186 C. H. M. The Lord is risen. How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb Where once the Crucified was borne, And vailed in midnight gloom! Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain; The Lord is risen—he lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints! dry every tear For your departed Lord; “Behold the place—he is not here;” The tomb is all unbarred: The gates of death were closed in vain, The Lord is risen—he lives again. 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer Your early footsteps bend, The Saviour will himself be there, Your advocate and friend: Once by the law your hopes were slain, But now in Christ ye live again. 4 How tranquil now the rising day! ’Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord to chase away Your unbelieving fears: O! weep no more your comforts slain; The Lord is risen—he lives again. 5 And when the shades of evening fall, When life’s last hour draws nigh— If Jesus shine upon the soul, How blissful then to die: Since he has risen who once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. 187 S. M. Redemption completed. “The Lord is risen indeed!” Then is his work performed; The mighty captive now is freed, And death, our foe, disarmed. 2 “The Lord is risen indeed!” He lives to die no more; He lives, his people’s cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore. 3 “The Lord is risen indeed!” The grave has lost his prey: With him is risen the ransomed seed, To reign in endless day. 4 “The Lord is risen indeed!”— Attending angels! hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 5 Then wake your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join, all ye bright, celestial choirs! To sing our risen Lord. 188 H. M. Thou reigning Son of God. Yes, the Redeemer rose: The Saviour left the dead, And o’er his hellish foes High raised his conquering head: In wild dismay, The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away. 2 Lo! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait his high commands, And worship at his feet: Joyful they come, And wing their way From realms of day To Jesus’ tomb.