Easter Hymns

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Up From The Grave

He Arose

By Robert Lowry 1826-1899

Low in the grave he lay, Je­sus my Sav­ior, wait­ing the com­ing day, Je­sus my Lord! Re­frain: Up from the grave he arose; with a mighty tri­umph o’er his foes; he arose a vic­tor from the dark do­main, and he lives for­ever, with his saints to reign. He arose! He arose! Hal­lelu­jah! Christ arose! Vainly they watch his bed, Je­sus my Sav­ior, vainly they seal the dead, Je­sus my Lord! ( Re­frain) Death can­not keep its prey, Je­sus my Sav­ior; he tore the bars away, Je­sus my Lord! (Re­frain)

Christ The Lord Is Risen To­day

Christ, the Lord, is risen to­day, Al­leluia! Sons of men and an­gels say, Al­leluia! Raise your joys and tri­umphs high, Al­leluia! Sing, ye heav­ens, and earth, re­ply, Al­leluia!

Love’s re­deem­ing work is done, Al­leluia! Fought the fight, the bat­tle won, Al­leluia! Lo! the Sun’s eclipse is over, Al­leluia! Lo! He sets in blood no more, Al­leluia!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Al­leluia! Christ hath burst the gates of hell, Al­leluia! Death in vain for­bids His rise, Al­leluia! Christ hath opened par­adise, Al­leluia!

Lives again our glo­ri­ous King, Al­leluia! Where, O death, is now thy sting? Al­leluia! Once He died our souls to save, Al­leluia! Where thy vic­tory, O grave? Al­leluia!

Soar we now where Christ hath led, Al­leluia! Fol­low­ing our ex­alted Head, Al­leluia! Made like Him, like Him we rise, Al­leluia! Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Al­leluia!

Hail, the Lord of earth and Heaven, Al­leluia! Praise to Thee by both be given, Al­leluia! Thee we greet tri­umphant now, Al­leluia! Hail, the res­ur­rec­tion, thou, Al­leluia!

King of glory, Soul of bliss, Al­leluia! Ever­last­ing life is this, Al­leluia! Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Al­leluia! Thus to sing and thus to love, Al­leluia!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Al­leluia! Unto Christ, our heav­enly King, Al­leluia! Who en­dured the cross and grave, Al­leluia! Sin­ners to re­deem and save. Al­leluia!

But the pains that He en­dured, Al­leluia! Our sal­va­tion have pro­cured, Al­leluia! Now above the sky He’s King, Al­leluia! Where the an­gels ever sing. Al­leluia! Je­sus Christ is risen to­day, Al­leluia! Our tri­umphant holy day, Al­leluia! Who did once upon the cross, Al­leluia! Suf­fer to re­deem our loss. Al­leluia!

The Old Rugged Cross

By Ge­orge Ben­nard

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The em­blem of suff ’ ring and shame; And I love that old cross where the dear­est and best For a world of lost sin­ners was slain.

Re­frain: So I’ll cher­ish the old rugged cross, Till my tro­phies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, And ex­change it some day for a crown.

Oh, that old rugged cross, so de­spised by the world, Has a won­drous at­trac­tion for me; For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above To bear it to dark Cal­vary.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so di­vine, A won­drous beauty I see, For ’twas on that old cross Je­sus suf­fered and died, To par­don and sanc­tify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true; Its shame and re­proach gladly bear; Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away, Where His glory for­ever I’ll share.

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