Christ’s Resurrection. Matt. 20. 19; Luke 24. 2-7
J. Hart C.M.
1
See from the dungeon of the dead,
Our great Deliverer rise;
While conquests wreathe his heavenly head,
And glory glads his eyes.
2
The struggling Hero, strong to save,
Did all our miseries bear
Down to the chambers of the grave,
And left the burden there.
3
[See, how the well-pleased angel rolls
The stone, and opes the prison!
Lift up your heads, ye sin-sick souls,
And sing, The Lord is risen.]
4
No more indictments justice draws;
It sets the soul at large;
Our Surety undertook the cause,
And faith’s a full discharge.
5
To save us, our Redeemer died;
To justify us, rose;
Where’s the condemning power beside
Has right to interpose?
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The Lord is risen! thou trembling soul,
Let fears no more confound!
Let heaven and earth, from pole to pole,
The Lord is risen resound!
