2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise Fame's eternal trump of praise: Let the world's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong; Shout the Son of God, this morn From his sepulcher new-born. 4 Heaven displays her portals wide; Glorious Hero! through them ride! King of glory! mount the throne-- Thy great Father's and thine own. Thomas Scott, 1772. 145 Hudson. S.M. _The Lord is Risen._ (313) '"The Lord is risen indeed!" The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransomed seed To reign in endless day. 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!" Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join all the bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord. Thomas Kelly, 1804. 146 Mendon. L.M. _Exaltation of Christ._ (318) Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son; Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, And tell the wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love. 3 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues And echoes through the heavenly plains. Isaac Watts, 1707. 147 Mendon. L.M. _The Lord is Risen Indeed._ (319) The morning kindles all the sky; The heavens resound with anthems high; The shining angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed." 2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred While Roman guards kept watch and ward; Majestic from the spoiled tomb, In pomp of triumph he has come! 3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee. 4 His pierced hands to them he shows; His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angel's message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!" Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles. 148 Harmony Grove. L.M. _Christ the Unsetting Sun._ (320) Hail! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love, Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above. 2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought his Son; Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won. 3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And hope with gladness raised her head. E. Wardlaw, 1814. 149 Baltzell. L.M. _My Redeemer Lives._ I know that my Redeemer lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives; He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives, my ever-living Head.