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?

     Charles Wesley, 1739.

144 Pleyel’s Hymn. 7s.

Resurrection and Ascension. (325)

Angel! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

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!”