FOR EASTER-DAY

'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.

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.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell! Death in vain forbids His rise; Christ hath opened Paradise!

Lives again our glorious King: Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Dying once, He all doth save: Where thy victory, O Grave?

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.
What though once we perished all,
Partners in our parents' fall?
Second life we all receive,
In our Heavenly Adam live.

Risen with Him, we upward move;
Still we seek the things above;
Still pursue, and kiss the Son
Seated on His Father's Throne.

Scarce on earth a thought bestow,
Dead to all we leave below;
Heaven our aim, and loved abode,
Hid our life with Christ in God:

Hid, till Christ our Life appear Glorious in His members here; Joined to Him, we then shall shine, All immortal, all divine.

Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven!
Praise to Thee by both be given!
Thee we greet triumphant now!
Hail, the Resurrection Thou!

King of glory, Soul of bliss !
Everlasting life is this,
Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
Thus to sing, and thus to love!

IN TEMPTATION

Jesu, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed,

All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing!

Wilt Thou not regard my call ?

Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!

Lo! on Thee I cast my care!

Reach me out Thy gracious hand!

While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand,

Dying, and behold I live! Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in Thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind! Just and holy is Thy Name;

I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within!
Thou of Life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart!

Rise to all eternity!

WRESTLING JACOB

Come, Q thou Traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
I need not tell Thee who I am,

My misery or sin declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name;

Look on Thy hands, and read it there!
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold;
Art Thou the Man that died for me?

The secret of Thy love unfold.

Wrestling, I will not-let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell:

To know it now, resolved I am:
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue,

Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Though every sinew be unstrung,

Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

What though my shrinking flesh complain,

And murmur to contend so long ? I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail.

My strength is gone; my nature dies;

I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;

I fall, and yet by faith I stand:
I stand, and will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Yield to me now, for I am weak,

But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,

Be conquered by my instant prayer! Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me, if Thy name is Love?

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!

I hear Thy Whisper in my heart! The morning

the shadows flee; Pure universal Love Thou art!

To me, to all, Thy bowels move;
Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love!

My prayer hath power with God; the grace

Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see Thee face to face,

I see Thee face to face, and live: In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art;

Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend!
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,

But stay, and love me to the end!
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love!

The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in His wings; Withered my nature's strength, from Thee

My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love.

Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey,

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And as a bounding hart fly home!
Through all eternity to prove,
Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love!