Divine hymns Upon the Nativity, Passion, Resurrection, and Ascension, of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, &c. Written By the late Reverend and Learned Dr. Henry More ... At the Request of a Person of Quality |
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AN HYMN Upon the Resurrection of CHRIST.
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AN HYMN Upon the Resurrection of CHRIST.
Who's this we see from Edom come,
With bloody Robes from Bosrah Town?
He whom false Jews to death did doom,
And Heav'n's fierce Anger had cast down.
With bloody Robes from Bosrah Town?
He whom false Jews to death did doom,
And Heav'n's fierce Anger had cast down.
His righteous Soul alone was fain
The Wine-press of God's Wrath to tread,
And all his Garments to distain,
And sprinkled Cloaths to die blood-red.
The Wine-press of God's Wrath to tread,
And all his Garments to distain,
And sprinkled Cloaths to die blood-red.
'Gainst Hell and Death he stoutly fought,
Who Captive held him for three Days:
But straight he his own Freedom wrought,
And from the dead himself did raise.
Who Captive held him for three Days:
But straight he his own Freedom wrought,
And from the dead himself did raise.
The brazen Gates of Death he brake,
Triumphing over Sin and Hell,
And made th'Infernal Kingdoms quake,
With all that in those shades do dwell.
Triumphing over Sin and Hell,
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With all that in those shades do dwell.
His Murthered Body he resum'd,
Maugre the Grave's close grasp and strife,
And all these Regions thence perfum'd
With the Sweet hopes of lasting Life.
Maugre the Grave's close grasp and strife,
And all these Regions thence perfum'd
With the Sweet hopes of lasting Life.
O mighty Son of God most High,
That conqueredst thus Hell, Death, and Sin,
Give us a glorious Victory
Over our deadly Sins to win.
That conqueredst thus Hell, Death, and Sin,
Give us a glorious Victory
Over our deadly Sins to win.
Go on and
Edom still subdue,
And quite cut off his wicked Race;
And raise in us thine Image true,
Which sinful Edom doth deface.
And quite cut off his wicked Race;
And raise in us thine Image true,
Which sinful Edom doth deface.
Teach us our Lusts to mortify,
In virtue of thy precious Death:
That while to Sin all dead we lie,
Thou maist infuse thy Heav'nly breath.
In virtue of thy precious Death:
That while to Sin all dead we lie,
Thou maist infuse thy Heav'nly breath.
To Righteousness our Spirits raise,
And quick'n us with thy Life and Love;
That we may walk here to thy Praise,
And after live in Heav'n above.
And quick'n us with thy Life and Love;
That we may walk here to thy Praise,
And after live in Heav'n above.
Grant we in Glory may appear,
Clad with our Resurrection Vest,
When thou shalt lead thy flock most dear
Up to the Mansions of the Blest.
Clad with our Resurrection Vest,
When thou shalt lead thy flock most dear
Up to the Mansions of the Blest.
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