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'Christ the Lord is risen to-day,'
Love's redeeming work is done,
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,
Risen with Him, we upward move;
Scarce on earth a thought bestow,
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!
King of glory, Soul of bliss !
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.
Grace to cover all my sin;
Make and keep me pure within!
Rise to all eternity!
Come, Q thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
And I am left alone with Thee;
My misery or sin declare;
Look on Thy hands, and read it there!
I never will unloose my hold;
The secret of Thy love unfold.
Wrestling, I will not-let Thee go,
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
To know it now, resolved I am:
'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue,
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
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,
I fall, and yet by faith I stand:
Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
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;
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!
But stay, and love me to the end!
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;
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!