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Christ The Lord Is Risen Again
by Michael Weisse, 1531 music Dresden, 1694 |
Christ the Lord is ris'n again! Christ hath broken ev'ry chain!
Hark, the angels shout for joy, Singing evermore on high,
Refrain:
Christ the Lord, Christ the Lord, Christ the Lord is risen! Alleluia!
He who gave for us His life, Who for us endured the strife.
Is our Paschal Lamb today! We, too, sing for joy, and say:
He who bore all pain and loss Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high, Pleads for us and hears our cry:
He who slumbered in the grave, Is exalted now to save;
Now through Christendom it rings That the Lamb is King of kings!
Now He bids us tell abroad, How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiv'n, How we, too, may enter heav'n.
Thou, our Paschal Lamb, indeed, Christ, today Thy people feed;
Take our sins and guilt away, That we all may sing for aye.
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Christ Who Left His Home In Glory
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Christ who left His home in glory, And upon the cross was slain,
Now is ris'n! O tell the story That the Savior lives again.
Refrain:
Hail Him! Hail Him!
Tell the story;
Hail! all hail! Jesus lives forevermore.
While the world in peace was sleeping, Early on that Easter day,
Came the faithful women, weeping, But the stone was rolled away.
Christ, our loving Mediator, Now with God for you and me
Intercedes, and our Creator Hears and answers ev'ry plea.
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Come to Calvary's Holy Mountain
by James Montgomery, 1771-1854 |
Come to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the Fall;
Here a pureand healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when our Savior died.
Come in poverty and meanness,
Come defiled, without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.
Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty free remission,
Here the troubled peace, may find.
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
He that drinks shall live forever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood.
God is faithful; God will never
Break His covenant of blood,
Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when He was glorified.
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Come, Ye Faithful, Raise The Strain
Greek text by John of Damascus, 8th century trans. by John M. Neale, 1859 music by Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 |
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.
'Tis the spring of souls today, Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three day's sleep in death As a sun hath risen.
All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give Laud and praise undying.
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.
"Hallelujah!" now we cry To our King Immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars Of the tomb's dark portal;
"Hallelujah!" with the Son, God the Father praising;
"Hallelujah!" yet again To the Spirit raising.
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The Day Of Resurrection
Words: John of Damascus Music: "Lancashire," Henry Thomas Smart, 1835 |
"He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see Him."
Matthew 28:7
The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad;
The passover of gladness, the passover of God.
From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory.
Our hearts be pure from evil, that we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal of resurrection light;
And listening to His accents, may hear, so calm and plain,
His own "All hail!" and, hearing, may raise the victor strain.
Now let the heavens be joyful! Let earth the song begin!
Let the round world keep triumph, and all that is therein!
Let all things seen and unseen their notes in gladness blend,
For Christ the Lord hath risen, our joy that hath no end.
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Ere Yet The Dawn Has Filled The Skies
Words: Johann Heerman, 1630. Music: "Von Himmel Hoch," Geistliche Lieder, Leipzig, 1539 |
Ere yet the dawn has filled the skies,
Behold, my Savior Christ arise;
He chaseth from us sin and night,
And brings us joy and life and light.
O stronger Thou than death and hell!
Where is the foe Thou canst not quell,
What heavy stone Thou canst not roll
From off the prisoned, anguished soul?
If Jesus lives, can I be sad?
I know He loves me, and am glad;
Though all the world were dead to me,
Enough, O Christ, if I have Thee!
He feeds me, comforts and defends,
And when I die His angel sends
To bear me whither He is gone,
For of His own he loseth none.
Strong Champion! For this comfort, see,
The whole world brings her thanks to Thee;
And once we, too, shall raise above
More sweet and loud the song of love.
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Give Thanks
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Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He's given Jesus Christ, His Son
(Repeat twice)
And now, Let the weak say "I am strong"
Let the poor say "I am rich"
Because of what the Lord has done for us
(Repeat twice)
Give thanks !
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God Hath Sent His Angels
Words: Phillips Brooks, 1877. Music: "Easter Angels," James C. D. Parker, 1828 |
God hath sent His angels to the earth again,
Bringing joyful tidings to the sons of men;
They who first at Christmas thronged the heavenly way,
Now beside the tomb door sit on Easter day.
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Angels, sing His triumph as you sang His birth,
"Christ the Lord is risen, peace, goodwill on earth!"
In the dreadful desert, where the Lord was tried,
There the faithful angels gathered at His side;
And when, in the garden, grief and pain and care
Bowed Him down with anguish, they were with Him there.
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Yet the Christ they honor is the same Christ still
Who, in light and darkness, did His Father's will;
And the tomb, deserted, shineth like the sky,
Since He passed from out it, into victory.
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God has still His angels, helping at His word,
All His faithful children, like their faithful Lord;
Soothing them in sorrow, arming them in strife,
Opening wide the tomb doors, leading into life.
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Hallelujah! Jesus Lives!
Words: Carl B. Garve (1763-1841) Music: Ludvig Lindeman (1812-1887) |
"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; He has risen!"
Luke 24:5-6
Hallelujah! Jesus lives!
He is now the Living One;
From the gloomy halls of death
Christ, the conqueror, has gone,
Bright forerunner to the skies
Of His people, yet to rise.
Jesus lives! Why do you weep?
Why that sad and mournful sigh?
He who died our Brother here
Lives our Brother still on high.
Lives forever to bestow
Blessings on His church below.
Jesus lives! And thus, my soul,
Life eternal waits for you;
Joined to Him, your living head,
Where He is, you shall be, too;
With the Lord, at His right hand,
As a victor you shall stand.
Jesus lives! Let all rejoice.
Praise Him, ransomed of the earth.
Praise Him in a nobler song,
Cherubim of heavenly birth.
Praise the victor King, Whose sway
Sin and death and hell obey.
Hallelujah! Angels, sing!
Join with us in hymns of praise.
Let your chorus swell the strain
Which our feebler voices raise;
Glory to our God above
And on earth His peace and love!
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He Is Risen
Melody - "Unser Herrscher," Joachim Neander, 1680 Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander (1818-1895) midi |
Said the angel, "He is risen!"
Tell it with a joyful voice:
He has burst His three days' prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, we are free,
Christ has won the victory.
Come, you sad and fearful hearted,
With glad smile and radiant brow!
Death's long shadows have departed;
All our woes are over now,
Due to passion that He bore -
Sin and pain can vex no more.
Come, with high and holy hymning,
Chant our Lord's triumphant day;
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking over the purple east:
Brighter far our Easter feast.
He is risen, He is risen!
He has opened heaven's gate:
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state;
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream
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