Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.

148 Harmony Grove.  L.M.

Christ the Unsetting Sun. (320)

Hail! morning known among the blest,
  Morning of hope, and joy, and love,
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
  Pledge of the endless rest above.

2 Blest be the Father of our Lord,
  Who from the dead hath brought his Son;
Hope to the lost was then restored,
  And everlasting glory won.

3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye
  When our Immanuel left the dead;
Faith marked his bright ascent on high,
  And hope with gladness raised her head.

     E. Wardlaw, 1814.

149 Baltzell.  L.M.

My Redeemer Lives.

I know that my Redeemer lives! 
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.

2 He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;

3 He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul’s complaint;

4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly Friend; He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

5 He lives, all glory to his name!  He lives, my Savior still the same—­ Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:  I know that my Redeemer lives.

     Samuel Medley, 1789.

150 Dort. 6s & 4s.

Glorious Conqueror. (329)

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,
Into thy native skies,
  Assume thy right;
And where, in many a fold,
The clouds are backward rolled;
Pass thro’ these gates of gold,
  And reign in light.

2 Victor o’er death and hell,
Cherubic legions swell
  The radiant strain;
Praises all heav’n inspire;
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And claps his wings of fire;
  Thou Lamb, once slain.

3 Enter, incarnate God! 
No feet but thine have trod
  The serpent down;
Blow the full trumpets, blow! 
Wider your portals throw! 
Savior, triumphant, go
  And take thy crown.

4 Lion of Judah, hail! 
And let thy name prevail
  From age to age;
Lord of the rolling years,
Claim for thine own the spheres,
For thou hast bought with tears
  Thine heritage.

     Matthew Bridges, 1848.

151 Harwell. 8s & 7s.  D.

Jesus Reigns. (354)

Hark! ten thousand harps and voices
  Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
  Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

2 King of glory! reign forever—­
  Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever
  Those whom thou hast made thine own;
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.