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Behold the Saviour of mankind

Hymnal: BW1870 #235 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree! How vast the love that Him inclined To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark! how He groans! while nature shakes, And earth’s strong pillars bend! The temple’s veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend. 3 ’Tis done! the precious ransom’s paid: "Receive my soul!" He cries: See where He bows His sacred head! He bows His head and dies! 4 But soon He’ll break death’s envious chain, And in full glory shine; O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love like Thine! Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Passion of Christ Languages: English
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From Calvary a cry was heard

Hymnal: BW1870 #236 (1870) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 From Calvary a cry was heard, A bitter and heart-rending cry; My Saviour! every mournful word Bespeaks Thy soul’s deep agony. 2 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace-- These Thou couldst bear, nor once repine; But when Jehovah veil'd His face, Unutterable pangs were Thine. 3 Let the dumb world its silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! He died, that we might never die. 4 Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye: If e’er I lose its strong control, Oh, let that dying, piercing cry Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Passion of Christ Languages: English
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Saviour, when in dust, to Thee

Hymnal: BW1870 #237 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Saviour, when in dust, to Thee Low we bow th'adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes: Oh! by all Thy pain and woe Suffer'd once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear Thy people while they cry. 2 By Thy birth and early years, By Thy human griefs and fears, By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness: By Thy vict'ry in the hour Of the subtle tempter's power; Jesus, look with pitying eye; Hear Thy people while they cry. 3 By Thine hour of dark despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the purple robe of scorn, By Thy wounds--thy crown of thorn; By Thy cross-Thy pangs and cries; By Thy perfect sacrifice: Jesus, look with pitying eye; Hear Thy people while they cry. 4 By Thy deep expiring groan, By the seal'd sepulchral stone, By Thy triumph o'er the grave, By Thy power from death to save; Mighty God, ascended Lord, To Thy throne in heaven restored, Saviour, Prince, exalted high, Hear Thy people while they cry. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Passion of Christ Languages: English
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There is a dear and hallow'd spot

Hymnal: BW1870 #238 (1870) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a dear and hallow'd spot Oft present to my eye; By saints it ne'er can be forgot; That place is Calvary. 2 Oh, what a scene was there display'd Of love and agony, When our Redeemer bow'd His head, And died on Calvary! 3 When fainting under guilt's dread load, Unto the cross I'll fly; And trust the merit of that blood Which flow'd at Calvary. 4 Whene'er I feel temptation's power, On Jesus I'll rely; And, in the sharp, conflicting hour, Repair to Calvary. 5 When seated at the feast of love, Then will I fix mine eye On Him who intercedes above, Who bled on Calvary. 6 When the dark scene of death, the last Momentous hour draws nigh, Then, with my dying eyes, I'll cast A look on Calvary. Topics: Christ Sufferings and Death; Passion of Christ; Procrastination Languages: English
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"Christ, the Lord, has risen to-day"

Hymnal: BW1870 #239 (1870) Lyrics: 1 "Christ, the Lord, has risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say, Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and 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 has burst the gates of hell. Death in vain forbids His rise; Christ has open'd Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O death, is now thy sting? Dying once, He all doth save: Where thy victory, O grave? Topics: Christ Resurrection of; Resurrection Of Christ Languages: English
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All hail the glorious morn

Hymnal: BW1870 #240 (1870) Lyrics: 1 All hail the glorious morn That saw our Saviour rise, With vict'ry bright adorn'd, And triumph in His eyes! Ye saints, extol your risen Lord, And sing His praise with sweet accord. 2 Behold the Lamb of God, The atoning Sacrifice, Sustains the dreadful load Of man's iniquities; Death, sin, and hell, our cruel foes, All vanquish'd fell when Jesus rose. 3 The Conqueror ascends In triumph to the skies: Celestial hosts attend, To crown His victories; Hark! they proclaim His glorious name; And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame. 4 Now to the throne above Let ev'ry saint draw near; There dwells incarnate love; Grace sits triumphant there; See mercy smile, e'en on that throne Where once did wrath and justice frown. Topics: Christ Resurrection of; Resurrection Of Christ Languages: English
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How calm and beautiful the morn

Hymnal: BW1870 #241 (1870) Lyrics: 1 How calm and beautiful the morn That gilds the sacred tomb, Where once the Crucified was borne, And veil'd in midnight gloom. Oh, weep no more the Saviour slain, The Lord is risen, He lives again. 2 Ye mourning saints, dry ev'ry tear For your departed Lord: "Behold the place, He is not here," The tomb is all unbarr'd; The gates of death were closed in vain, The Lord is risen; He lives again. 3 How tranquil now the rising day! ’Tis Jesus still appears, A risen Lord, to chase away Your unbelieving fears: Oh, weep no more your comforts, slain, The Lord is risen, He lives again. 4 And when the shades of evening fall, When life’s last hour draws nigh, If Jesus shine upon the soul, How blissful then to die: Since He has risen that once was slain, Ye die in Christ to live again. Topics: Christ Resurrection of; Resurrection Of Christ Languages: English
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Yes, the Redeemer rose

Hymnal: BW1870 #242 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Yes, the Redeemer rose, The Saviour left the dead, And o'er our hellish foes High raised His conqu'ring head. In wild dismay, The guards around Fall to the ground, And sink away. 2 Lo! the angelic bands In full assembly meet, To wait His high commands, And worship at His feet. Joyful they come, And wing their way From realms of day To Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, The joyful news to bear. Hark! as they soar on high, What music fills the air! Their anthems say, "Jesus, who bled, Hath left the dead; He rose to-day." 4 Ye mortals, catch the sound, Redeem'd by Him from hell; And send the echo round The globe on which you dwell. With Christ we rise, With Christ we reign, And empires gain Beyond the skies. Topics: Christ Resurrection of; Resurrection Of Christ Languages: English
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Hail the day that sees Him rise

Hymnal: BW1870 #243 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Hail the day that sees Him rise To His throne above the skies! Christ, the Lamb for sinners given, Enters now the highest heaven. 2 There for Him high triumph waits; Lift your heads, eternal gates! He hath conquer'd death and sin; Take the King of Glory in! 3 Lo! the heaven its Lord receives, Yet 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 He intercedes, His prevailing death He pleads, Near Himself prepares our place, He the first-fruits of our race. 6 Lord, though parted from our sight Far above the starry height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Seeking Thee above the skies. Topics: Ascension of Christ; Christ Ascension of Languages: English
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Jesus, our triumphant Head

Hymnal: BW1870 #244 (1870) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, our triumphant Head, Risen victorious from the dead, To the realms of glory's gone, To ascend His rightful throne. 2 Cherubs on the Conqu'rer gaze, Seraphs glow with brighter blaze; Each bright order of the sky Hail Him as He passes by. 3 Sinners! join the heavenly powers, For redemption all is ours. Humble penitents shall prove Blood-bought pardon, dying love. 4 Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord! Holy Lamb! incarnate Word! Hail, Thou suff'ring Son of God! Take the trophies of Thy blood. Topics: Ascension of Christ; Christ Ascension of; Head of the Church Languages: English

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