Arise triumphant from the grave,
And leave his dark abode.

2 Wrapt in the silence of the tomb
The great Redeemer lay,

Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave combin'd their force
To hold our Lord in vain;
Sudden the Conqueror arose,

And burst their feeble chain.
4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord!
We sacred honours pay,
And loud hosannahs shall proclaim
The triumphs of the day.

5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King!

Let heav'n and earth, and rocks and seas,
With glad hosannahs ring.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore.

HYMN V.

HE hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home; At last, O Lord! let trouble cease, And let thy servant die in peace. 2 The race appointed I have run; The combat's o'er, the prize is won; And now my witness is on high, And now my record's in the sky. 3 Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust;

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HYMNS.

And through my Saviour's blood alone.
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.
5 I come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.
6 The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home:
Now, O my God! let trouble cease;
Now let thy servant die in peace.

FINIS.