Christian Songs, Song LXXXII

This is the day on which the Lord Who loved us, and gave Himself a sacrifice for us, Was raised from the grave.

2 He brought with him the peace divine By his own blood procur'd; The world can give no peace like this, By his life well secur'd.

3 Death's pangs, about the prince of life, As waves against a rock Did dash themselves,—and broken were; For he could bear the shock.

4 Death could not hold the Son of God, Nor could that Holy One Corruption see, whose worth our sins Could expiate alone.

5 The Father resting in his love, To life the Son hath rais'd; As light from fire, so shin'd he forth From wrath divine appeas'd.

6 His merit infinite prevail'd; His blood again him brought From all the wrath our sins deserv'd, And our redemption wrought.

7 The Holy Spirit quickened him, The first born of the dead; And all that power which works in us, He shew'd first in our Head.

8 Then let us hate the sins which caus'd The dying of our Lord; Let us rejoice in him our life, And in his praise accord.

9 God's mercies we will ever sing; Good-will gave him to die; Complaisance raised him again; To reign eternally:

10 He lives for ever as our Priest, Our Prophet, and our King, On Zion mount, where glory shines; And there he will us bring.

11 Thro' him our access unto God By faith is bold and free; Thro' him the Father's near to us; His Sp'rit gives liberty.

12 His life on the right hand of God, The pledge is of our life, When he returns again, and ends The long continued strife,

13 By putting death and all our foes Beneath our feet, and us Advancing high to reign with him In life most glorious.

14 Then let us look for him with whom Our life is safe and sure; And let us die to this vain life; And patiently endure,

15 Till he who is our life appear; And then shall we with him In glory shine; and endless joy Shall fill our souls to brim.