CCXVIII. The Resurrection of CHRIST.

YES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the Dead;
And o'er our hellish Foes
High rais'd his conqu'ring Head:
In wild Dismay
The Guards around
Fell to the Ground,
And sunk away.

Lo, the angelick Bands
In full Assembly meet,
To wait his high Commands,
And worship at his Feet:
Joyful they come,
And wing their Way
From Realms of Day
To such a Tomb.

Then back to Heav'n they fly,
And the glad Tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high
What Musick fills the Air!
Their Anthems say,
"Jesus who bled
"Hath left the Dead;
"He rose to-day".

Ye Mortals, catch the Sound,
Redeem'd by him from Hell;
And send the Eccho round
The Globe on which you dwell:
Transported cry,
"Jesus who bled
"Hath left the Dead
"No more to die".

All-hail, triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy Blood!
Wide be thy Name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With Thee we rise,
With Thee we reign,
And Empires gain
Beyond the Skies.