He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day;
We too sing for joy, and say
He who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us and hears our cry;
Alleluia!
He who slumber'd in the grave,
Is exalted now to save ;
Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings.
Alleluia!
Now He bids His Church record
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we too may enter heaven.
Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransom'd people feed:
Take our sins and guilt away,
That we all may sing for aye,
JESUS lives! no longer now
Can thy terrors, Death, appal us ;
JESUS lives! by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
JESUS lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.
JESUS lives! for us He died:
Then, alone to JESUS living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.
JESUS lives! our hearts know well
Nought from us His love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.
JESUS lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:
May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.
Alleluia! Amen.
AT the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath wash'd us in the tide
Flowing from His pierced side.
Where the Paschal blood is pour'd,
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's host triumphant go
Through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread;
With sincerity and love
Eat we manna from above.
Mighty Victim from the sky,
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquer'd in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral;
Thou hast open'd paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.
Easter triumph, Easter joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
From sin's power do Thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee.
THE Saviour lives, no more to die;
He lives, the Lord enthroned on high;
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave;
He lives, eternally to save.
He lives, to still His people's fears;
He lives, to wipe away their tears;
He lives, their mansions to prepare ;
He lives, to bring them safely there.
Ye mournful saints, dry up your tears,
Dismiss your unbelieving fears;
And let your hearts with joy revive,
JESUS, your Saviour is alive.
Now to the Father, and the Son,
Who victory o'er the grave hath won,
And to the Holy Ghost, be given
All praise on earth, all praise in heaven.
CHRIST is gone up with a joyful sound,
He is gone to His bright abode;
The armies of heaven they throng around,
To hail their ascended God.
He is gone to His glorious throne on high,
And to claim the victor's crown;
And captive He leads captivity,
And the foe He has overthrown.
He is gone to pour, from the fount of love,
Rich gifts on a sinful race;
To prepare a place for His saints above,
And to shed the Spirit's grace.
THOU art gone up on high,
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppress'd;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.
Thou art gone up on high,
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be ;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee!
Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
Oh! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high.
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