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4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering;

Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.

THE grave itself a garden is,

Where loveliest flowers abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.

2 Oh, give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest in Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.

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3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own blood,
And buried in the grave,
Didst raise Thyself to endless life,
Omnipotent to save.

4 Baptized into Thy death we died,
And buried were with Thee,

That we might live with Thee to God,
And ever blest might be.

5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death May we, with Thee, arise

To an eternal Easter-day
Of glory in the skies!

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Eastertide.

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"WELCOME, happy morning!" age to age shall

say;

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day!
Lo! the dead is living, God for evermore!
Him, their true Creator, all His works adore!
"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring, All fresh gifts returned with her returning King: Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough, Speak His sorrow ended, hail His triumph now. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day.

3 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light,

Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight;

Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea, Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee!

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, Thou from heaven beholding human nature's fall, Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day.

5 Thou, of life the author, death didst undergo, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show;

Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfil Thy word;

'Tis Thine own third morning: rise, O buried Lord!

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain;

All that now is fallen raise to life again;

Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see; Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee! Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day!

Both the first and second lines of verse 1 may be sung as a refrain after each verse, if desired.

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COME, ye faithful, raise the strain

Of triumphant gladness;

God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness;

Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.

2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day;
Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun hath risen;

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All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying

From His light, to Whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.

4 Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst Thine own
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

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HRIST 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.

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3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids Him rise,
Christ hath opened 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.

JESUS Christ is risen to-day,

triumphant holy day, Who did once upon the cross Suffer to redeem our loss.

Alleluia!

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Who endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

Alleluia!

3 But the pains which He endured,
Our salvation have procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing

Alleluia !

4 Sing we to our God above
Praise eternal as His love;
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;

Alleluia!

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