Wesley Corpus

-*- Chase all your fears away ; And bow with rapture down to see The place where Jesus lay. 2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought ; Such wonders love can do : ' ' ' O In ca rn a tio )i , Thus cold in death that bosom lay, Which throbb'd and bled for you. 3 But raise your eyes, and tune your songs> The Saviour lives again : Not all the bolts and bars of death The Conqueror could detain. 4 High o'er the' angelic bands he rears His once-dishonour'd head ; And through un number' d years he reigns, Who dwelt among the dead. 5 With joy like his shall every saint His vacant tomb survey ; Then rise with his ascending Lord To realms of endless day. HYMN 629. 7's. The same. 1 " /^HRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day," ^^ Sons of men and angels say ! Raise your joys and triumphs high ; Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo ! the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo ! he sets in blood no more ! 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell : Death in vain forbids his rise ; Christ hath open'd Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King ! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save ; Where 's thy victory, boasting grave? 5 Soar we now, where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head , Sufferings, Sfc, of Christ. 577 Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 King of glory ! Soul of bliss ! Everlasting life is this : Thee to know, thy power to prove, Thus to sing, and thus to love. HYMN 630. 7's. For Ascension Day. 1 TTAIL the day that sees Him rise, -*- -*- Ravish' d from our wishful eyes ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends his native heaven. 2 There the pompous triumph waits : " Lift your heads, eternal gates ; Wide unfold the radiant scene ; Take the King of glory in !" 3 Circled round with angel powers, Their triumphant Lord, and ours, Conqueror over death and sin ; Take the King of glory in !