2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, And spend my longing hours away; Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate thy woes again.

3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest!  Where inward fears are all suppressed; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure.

     Wm. Williams.

140 Baca.  L.M.

Thanks to Jesus for His Love. (270)

O love! who gav’st thy life for me,
  And won an everlasting good
Through thy sore anguish on the tree,
  I ever think upon thy blood!

2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved
  For this cold heart, unworthy thine,
Whom the cold grave and death received,
  I thank thee for that grief divine.

3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die
  To win eternal life for me,
To bring salvation from on high: 
  Oh, draw me up through love to thee!

     From the German.  Author unknown.

141 Woodstock.  C.M.

Christ’s Triumph over Death. (309)

The morning purples all the sky,
  The air with praises rings;
Defeated hell stands sullen by,
  The world exulting sings.

2 While he, the King all strong to save,
  Rends the dark doors away,
And through the breaches of the grave
  Strides forth into the day.

3 Death’s captive, in his gloomy prison
  Past fettered he has lain;
But he has mastered death, is risen,
  And death wears now the chain.

4 The shining angels cry, “Away
  With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
  Should greet the rising King!”

     Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867.

142 Warwick.  C.M.

Resurrection and Ascension. (311)

Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
  Who clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
  And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
  Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
  And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft
  And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
  And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Savior reigns,
  And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
  Of the celestial throne.

     Isaac Watts, 1709.

143 Nuremburg. 7s.

The Lord is Risen. (322)

Christ, 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! our 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 opened paradise.