One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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EARLY QUESTIONS OF THE CHURCH. |
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EARLY QUESTIONS OF THE CHURCH.
“Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre?”
Church of God, these many years
Watching at the door with tears;
“Christ is risen,” Angels said;
Mourn not, worship not the dead.
Watching at the door with tears;
“Christ is risen,” Angels said;
Mourn not, worship not the dead.
For a dead Christ these made moan,
While death held Him had they none,
And would fain have found them room
For their misery in His tomb.
While death held Him had they none,
And would fain have found them room
For their misery in His tomb.
O how gentle to their grief—
Lord, how swift to bring relief;
Only three days dead,—and now
Living, asks, “Why weepest thou?”
Lord, how swift to bring relief;
Only three days dead,—and now
Living, asks, “Why weepest thou?”
As to them He died in vain,
Till in life He stood again;
So till faith His rising see,
Church of God, it is with thee.
Till in life He stood again;
So till faith His rising see,
Church of God, it is with thee.
Thou art dead, while He is dead;
Dead to thee. Behold, thy head.
Life, in Him thy life, He giveth—
Know that thy Redeemer liveth.
Dead to thee. Behold, thy head.
Life, in Him thy life, He giveth—
Know that thy Redeemer liveth.
'Twas Thy living body, Lord,
First Thou gavest at Thy board;
Thy yet living blood divine,
They did drink, Lord, in the wine.
First Thou gavest at Thy board;
Thy yet living blood divine,
They did drink, Lord, in the wine.
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Living body, Thou wouldst break
Soon and offer for their sake;
Living blood, full soon to flow
Deathward, for this world of woe.
Soon and offer for their sake;
Living blood, full soon to flow
Deathward, for this world of woe.
Precious food, that none partook
While the life Thine eyes forsook;
Precious food, a ceaseless store,
Now Thou livest evermore.
While the life Thine eyes forsook;
Precious food, a ceaseless store,
Now Thou livest evermore.
Life, Creator, Son, all fair,
By Whose power the worlds first were,
By Whose rule the heavens were laid,
In Whose likeness man was made.
By Whose power the worlds first were,
By Whose rule the heavens were laid,
In Whose likeness man was made.
Word, with speech, that made man wise,
Lord, that walk'd in Paradise—
Over vague leagues, pale with light,
Steer'd the sailing ark aright—
Lord, that walk'd in Paradise—
Over vague leagues, pale with light,
Steer'd the sailing ark aright—
Forty years abode with Shem
In his tents, and marshall'd them—
Show'd to seers unearthly things—
Visited the dreams of kings—
In his tents, and marshall'd them—
Show'd to seers unearthly things—
Visited the dreams of kings—
Bearing, yearning, reigning, kind,
Taught to man Thy righteous mind—
In the dark world gone astray,
Wakening hope of some good day—
Taught to man Thy righteous mind—
In the dark world gone astray,
Wakening hope of some good day—
Saviour—what we lost who won,
And much more for us undone;
Thou has been since time began
Only three days dead to man.
And much more for us undone;
Thou has been since time began
Only three days dead to man.
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Diedst Thou then that we should sleep?
Didst Thou rise that we should weep?
Church of God, rise thou—and shine;
Sing for joy, “Thy life is mine.”
Didst Thou rise that we should weep?
Church of God, rise thou—and shine;
Sing for joy, “Thy life is mine.”
In His death forgiveness lies,
By His rising Thou dost rise;
Day by day thy life He giveth,
Sing, for thy Redeemer liveth.
By His rising Thou dost rise;
Day by day thy life He giveth,
Sing, for thy Redeemer liveth.
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