Sunday's Hymn: 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 heav’ns, and earth re­ply, Al­le­lu­ia!

Love’s re­deem­ing work is done, Al­le­lu­ia!
Fought the fight, the bat­tle won, Al­le­lu­ia!
Lo! Our sun’s eclipse is o’er, Al­le­lu­ia!
Lo! He sets in blood no more, Al­le­lu­ia!

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

Lives again our glo­ri­ous king, Al­le­lu­ia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Al­le­lu­ia!
Dying once He all doth save, Al­le­lu­ia!*
Where thy vic­to­ry, O grave? Al­le­lu­ia!

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

What tho’ once we per­ished all, Al­le­lu­ia!
Partners in our par­ents’ fall, Al­le­lu­ia!
Second life we all re­ceive, Al­le­lu­ia!
In our heav’n­ly Ad­am live, Al­le­lu­ia!

Ris’n with Him, we up­ward move, Al­le­lu­ia!
Still we seek the things above, Al­le­lu­ia!
Still pur­sue, and kiss the Son, Al­le­lu­ia!
Seated on His Fa­ther’s throne, Al­le­lu­ia!

Scarce on earth a thought be­stow, Al­le­lu­ia!
Dead to all we leave be­low, Al­le­lu­ia!
Heav’n our aim, and loved abode, Al­le­lu­ia!
Hid our life with Christ in God, Al­le­lu­ia!

Hid till Christ our life ap­pear, Al­le­lu­ia!
Glorious in His mem­bers here, Al­le­lu­ia!
Joined to Him, we then shall shine, Al­le­lu­ia!
All im­mor­tal, all di­vine, 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!

—Charles Wesley

Sunday Hymn: O For A Thousand Tongues to Sing

O for a thou­sand tongues to sing
My great Re­deem­er’s praise,
The glo­ries of my God and king,
The tri­umphs of His grace!

My gra­cious mas­ter and my God,
Assist me to pro­claim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The hon­ors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sor­rows cease;
’Tis mu­sic in the sin­ner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the pow­er of can­celed sin,
He sets the pri­son­er free;
His blood can make the foul­est clean,
His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and, list­en­ing to His voice,
New life the dead re­ceive,
The mourn­ful, brok­en hearts re­joice,
The hum­ble poor be­lieve.

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loos­ened tongues em­ploy;
Ye blind, be­hold your Sav­ior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ your head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins for­giv­en;
Anticipate your heav­en be­low,
And own that love is heav­en.

Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ev­er, ev­er giv­en,
By saints be­low and saints ab­ove,
The church in earth and Heav­en.

On this glad day the glo­ri­ous sun
Of right­eous­ness arose;
On my be­night­ed soul He shone
And filled it with re­pose.

Sudden ex­pired the le­gal strife,
’Twas then I ceased to grieve;
My se­cond, real, liv­ing life
I then be­gan to live.

Then with my heart I first be­lieved,
Believed with faith di­vine,
Power with the Ho­ly Ghost re­ceived
To call the Sav­ior mine.

I felt my Lord’s aton­ing blood
Close to my soul ap­plied;
Me, me He loved, the Son of God,
For me, for me He died!

I found and owned His pro­mise true,
Ascertained of my part,
My par­don passed in Heav­en I knew
When writ­ten on my heart.

Look un­to Him, ye na­tions, own
Your God, ye fall­en race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be jus­ti­fied by grace.

See all your sins on Je­sus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an of­fer­ing made
For ev­ery soul of man.

Awake from guil­ty na­ture’s sleep,
And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins in­to the deep,
And wash the Æthi­op white.

Harlots and pub­li­cans and thieves
In holy tri­umph join!
Saved is the sin­ner that be­lieves
From crimes as great as mine.

Murderers and all ye hell­ish crew,
Ye sons of lust and pride,
Believe the Sav­ior died for you;
For me the Sav­ior died.

With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins for­giv­en;
Anticipate your heav­en below,
And own that love is heav­en.

—Charles Wesley

Sunday Hymn: Love Divine, All Loves Excelling

Love di­vine, all loves ex­cel­ling,
Joy of Heav’n to earth come down;
Fix in us thy hum­ble dwell­ing;
All thy faith­ful mer­cies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all com­pas­sion,
Pure un­bound­ed love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy sal­va­tion;
Enter ev­ery trem­bling heart.

Breathe, O breathe Thy lov­ing Spir­it,
Into ev­ery trou­bled breast!
Let us all in Thee in­her­it;
Let us find that se­cond rest.
Take away our bent to sin­ning;
Alpha and Ome­ga be;
End of faith, as its be­gin­ning,
Set our hearts at li­ber­ty.

Come, Al­migh­ty to de­liv­er,
Let us all Thy life re­ceive;
Suddenly re­turn and nev­er,
Never more Thy tem­ples leave.
Thee we would be al­ways bless­ing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray and praise Thee with­out ceas­ing,
Glory in Thy per­fect love.

Finish, then, Thy new cre­ation;
Pure and spot­less let us be.
Let us see Thy great sal­va­tion
Perfectly re­stored in Thee;
Changed from glo­ry in­to glo­ry,
Till in Heav’n we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns be­fore Thee,
Lost in won­der, love, and praise.

—Charles Wesley