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10.

ALEXANDER.

HE IS RISEN, HE IS RISEN.

With great spirit.

W. R. BRAINE.

1. He is risen, He is ris- en! Tell it out with joy - ful voice,

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Death is con-quer'd, man is free, CHRIST has won the vic-to ry,

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2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted, With glad smile and radiant brow, Lent's long shadows have departed,

All His woes are over now; And the passion that He bore, Sin and pain can vex no more. And the passion that He bore, Sin and pain can vex no more.

3 Come, with high and holy hymning, Chant our LORD's triumphant lay, Not one darksome cloud is dimming Yonder glorious morning ray, Breaking o'er the purple East; Symbol of our Easter feast.

Breaking o'er the purple East;

Symbol of our Easter feast.

4 He is risen, He is risen!

He hath opened heaven's gate; We are free from sin's dark prison,

Risen to a holier state;

And a brighter Easter beam,

On our longing eyes shall stream.
And a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream.

11.

AGAIN THE MORN OF GLADNESS.

1. Again the morn of gladness, The morn of light, is here;

And earth itself looks fair - er, And heav'n it self more near.

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2 Again, O loving Saviour,

The children of Thy grace
Prepare themselves to seek Thee
Within Thy chosen place:
Our song shall rise to greet Thee,
If Thou our hearts wilt raise;
If Thou our lips wilt open,
Our mouth shall show Thy praise;
Glory be, &c.

3 The shining choir of angels

That rest not day nor night,

The crowned and palm-decked martyrs,
The saints arrayed in white,
The happy lambs of Jesus

In pastures fair above,
These all adore and praise Him
Whom we, too, praise and love.
Glory be, &c.

4 The Church on earth rejoices To join with these to-day; In every tongue and nation

She calls her sons to pray: Across the northern snow-fields, Beneath the Indian palms,

She makes the same "pure offering,"
And sings the same sweet psalms.
Glory be, &c.

5 Tell out, sweet bells, His praises!
Sing, children, sing His Name!
Still louder and still further
His mighty deeds proclaim!
Till all whom He redeemed
Shall own Him Lord, and King;
Till every knee shall worship,
And every tongue shall sing-
Glory be, &c.

12.

WHO IS THE KING OF GLORY, WHO?

REV. R. W. LOWRIE. D. D.

L. E. M.

1. Tho' Sa-lem's daugh-ters loud be-wail, And dark-ness draws its

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