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Once the angel started back

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #111 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Once the angel started back, When he saw the blood-stain'd door, Pausing on his vengeful track, And the dwelling passing o'er. Once the sea from Israel fled, Ere it roll'd o'er Egypt's dead. 2 Now our Passover is come, Dimly shadow'd in the past, And the very paschal lamb, Christ the Lord, is slain at last. then the hearts and hands made meet, Our unleaven'd bred we'll eat. 3 Blessed Victim sent from heaven, Whom all angel hosts obey, To Whose will all earth is given, At Whose word hell shrinks away, Thou hast conquer'd death's dread strive, Thou hast brought us light and life. Languages: English

Joy fills the dwelling of the just

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #112 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Joy fills the dwelling of the just, Whom God has saved from harm; For wondrous things are brought to pass By His Almighty arm. 2 Then open wide the temple gates To which the just repair, That I may enter in, and praise My great Deliverer there. 3 That which the builders once refused, Is now the Corner-stone: This is the wondrous work of God, The work of God alone. 4 This day is god's; let all the lands Exalt their cheerful voice: "Lord, we beseech Thee, save us now, And make us still rejoice." 5 O then with me give thanks to God, who still does gracious prove; And let the tribute of our praise Be endless as His love. Languages: English

Thou art gone up on high

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #113 (1871) Lyrics: 1 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 oppres'd; Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest. 2 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. 3 Thou art gone up on high; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. O by Thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high. Languages: English

Hail the day that sees Him rise

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #114 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Hail the day that sees Him rise, Revish'd from our wishful eyes; Christ, awhile to mortals given, Reascends His native heaven. 2 There for Him high triumph waits; Lift your heads, eternal gates; Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of Glory in. 3 Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves: Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own. 4 See, He lifts His hands above; See, He shows the prints of love; Hark, His gracious lips bestow -- Blessings on His Church below. 5 Still for us His death He pleads; Prevalent, He intercedes; Near Himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. 6 Lord, though parted from our sight High above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Seeking Thee beyond the skies. Languages: English

Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #115 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious: See the "Man of Sorrows," now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow; Crown Him! crown Him! Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; On the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown Him! crown Him! Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Savior's claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His Name: Crown Him! crown Him! Spread abroad the Victor's fame! 4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him! crown Him! King of kings, and Lord of lords. Languages: English

Crown Him with many crowns

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #116 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own! Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him Who died for thee; And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. 2 Crown Him the Virgin's Son! The God incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now His brow adorn, Fruit of the Mystic Rose, True Branch of Jesse's stem, The Root whence mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem! 3 Crown Him the Lord of Love! Behold His hands and side,-- Those wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified: No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wondering eye At mysteries so bright. 4 Crown Him the Lord of Peace! whose power a sceptre sways In heaven and earth, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end; And round His piercèd feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 5 Crown Him the Lord of Heaven! One with the Father known,-- And the blest Spirit, through Him given From yonder Triune throne! All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me: thy praise and glory shall not fail Throughout eternity. Languages: English

Our Lord is risen from the dead

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #117 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There His triumphal chariot waits And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as His right, Receive the King of Glory in. 4 Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord that all His foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way. 6 Who is the King of Glory, who? The Lord, of glorious power possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, forever bless'd. Languages: English

The atoning work is done

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #118 (1871) Lyrics: 1 The atoning work is done, The Victim's blood is shed; And Jesus now is gone His people's cause to plead; He stands in heaven, their great High Priest, And bears their names upon His breast. 2 He sprinkles with His blood The mercy-seat above; For Justice had withstood The purposes of love; But Justice now withstands no more, And Mercy yields her boundless store. 3 No temple made with hands His place of service is; In heaven itself He stands, A heavenly priesthood His. In Him the shadows of the law Are all fulfill'd, and now withdraw. 4 And though awhile He be Hid from the eye of men, His people look to see Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory He will come, And take His waiting people home. Languages: English

The rising God forsakes the tomb

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #119 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to His Father's court He flies; Cherubic legions guard Him home, And shout Him welcome to the skies. 2 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell, And let the tyrant death in chains. 3 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask--"O death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, O grave?" Languages: English

O all ye people, clap your hands

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #120 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O all ye people, clap your hands, And with triumphant voices sing; No force the mighty power withstands Of God the universal King. 2 He shall assaulting foes repel, And with success our battles fight; Shall fix the place where we must dwell, The pride of Jacob, His delight. 3 God is gone up, our Lord and King, With shouts of joy, and trumpet's sound: To Him repeated praises sing, And let the cheerful song rebound. 4 Your utmost skill in praise be shown, For Him who all the world commands; Who sits upon His righteous throne, And spreads His sway o'er heathen lands. Languages: English