Christian Songs, Song LVIII

Behold! the bright morning appears, And Jesus revives from the grave: His rising, removes all our fears, And shews him Almighty to save: How strong were his tears and his cries! The worth of his blood how divine! How perfect his sacrifice is Who rose, tho' he suffer'd for sin!

2 The man, who was crown'd with thorns, The man, who on Calvary dy'd, The man, who bore scourging and scorn, Whom sinners agreed to deride; Now blessed for ever is made, And life has rewarded his pain; Now glory has crowned his head, Heav'n sings of the Lamb who was slain.

3 Believing, we share of his joy; By faith, we partake of his rest; With this, we can chearfully die; For with him we hope to be blest. This makes us regardless of fame, And riches and honour despise, We suffer for Jesus name, And die, that with him we may rise.

4 We wait for his coming again, To raise us in glory with him; Then, gladness his saints shall obtain, His foes shall be cloathed with shame. Then shall his afflicted, and poor, From the dust and the dunghill, be rais'd; Their wants and disgrace are no more: By him they with princes are plac'd.

5 Then will he most fully reward The kindnesses done to his name; For faithfully he hath declar'd, He takes them as deeds done to him:

Ye blest of my Father come near, Sit down on my heavenly throne; Inherit the kingdom prepar'd For those who delight in his Son.

6 Then let us look forward to this, And joyfully take up his cross; His servants shall be where he is, And all that we lose is but dross: They're honour'd whom he shall approve, Their riches shall never decay; Their joy is compleat in his love, Their tears shall be all wip'd away.