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Pain and toil are over now

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #91 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Pain and toil are over now; Bring the spice and bring the myrrh, Fold the limb and bind the brow, In the rich man's sepulchre. 2 Sin has bruised the Victor's heel, Roll the stone and guard it well; Bring the Roman's boasted seal, Bring his boldest sentinel. 3 yet the morning's purple ray Shall present a glorious sight, Stone by earthquake roll'd away, Angel guards all robed in white. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #92 (1871) Lyrics: 1 All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, Human taunts and Satan's spite; Death shall be despoiled to-morrow Of the Prey he grasps to-night. Yet once more, His own to save, Christ must sleep within the grave. 2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish On the bitter Cross He bore; How did soul and body languish, Till the toil of death was o'er! But that toil, so fierce and dread, Bruised and crushed the serpent's head. 3 Close and still the tomb that holds Him, While in brief repose He lies; Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, Veiled awhile from mortal eyes: Slumber such as needs must be After hard-won victory. 4 So this nght, with voice of sadness Chant the anthem soft and low; Loftier strains of praise and gladness From to-morrow's harps shall flow: "Death and hell at length are slain, Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign." Languages: English

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #93 (1871) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er our way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of salvation with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode? Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported, to greet: While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

God of my life, O Lord most high

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #94 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 God of my life, O Lord most high, To thee by day and night I cry; Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear, To my distress incline Thine ear. 2 Like those whose strength and hopes are fled, They number me among the dead; Like those who, shrouded in the grave, From thee no more remembrance have. 3 Wilt Thou by miracle revive The dead, whom Thou forsook'st alive? Shall the mute grave thy love confess, A mouldering tomb Thy faithfulness? 4 To Thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn, My prayer prevents the early morn: Why hast Thou, Lord, my soul forsook, Nor once vouchsafed a gracious look? 5 Companions dear and friends beloved Far from my sight thou hast removed: God of my life, O Lord most high, Vouchsafe to hear my mournful cry! Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

My grateful soul shall bless the Lord

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #95 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 My grateful soul shall bless the Lord, Whose precepts give me light; And private counsel still afford In sorrow's dismal night. 2 Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise, Waked by His powerful voice. 3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, My soul from hell shalt free; Nor let Thy Holy One in death The least corruption see. 4 Thou shalt the paths of life display Which to Thy presence lead; Where pleasures dwell without allay, And joys that never fade. Amen. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

This life's a dream, an empty show

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #96 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there? 2 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God, And flesh and sense no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 3 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

It is not death to die

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #97 (1871) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And 'midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake in glorious repose To spend eternal years. 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty. 4 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong, exulting wing, To live among the just. 5 Jesus, Thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with Thee on high. Topics: Easter Even Languages: English

Christ the Lord is risen to-day,

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #98 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Christ the Lord is 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 victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids Him rise, Christ hath open'd Paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head; Made like Him, like Him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Languages: English

Jesus Christ is risen to-day

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #99 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ is risen to-day, Our triumphant holy day; Who did once upon the Cross Suffer to redeem our loss. Hallelujah! 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Unto Christ our heavenly King, Who endured the Cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah! 3 But the pains which He endured, Our salvation have procured; Now above the sky He's King, Where the angels ever sing. Hallelujah! Languages: English

At the Lamb's high feast we sing

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #100 (1871) Lyrics: 1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His piercèd Side; Praise we Him, whose love divine, Gives His sacred Blood for wine, Gives His Body for the feast, Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword Israel's hosts 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. 3 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 appall, Now no more the grave enthrall; Thou hast opened Paradise, And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. 4 Easter triumph, Easter joy, Sin alone can this destroy; From sin's power do Thou set free Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be. Languages: English