Jesus, the Lord, is risen
Triumphant o’er the grave;
For us he burst the prison,
Almighty now to save:
Captivity is captive led,
Since Jesus liveth that was dead.

Who to our charge shall lay
Iniquity or guilt?
Our sin is done away
Since Jesus’ blood was spilt.
Captivity, etc.

Who now accuseth them
Whom God hath justified?
Or who shall those condemn
For whom the Surety died?
Captivity, etc.

Christ hath the ransom paid,
The wondrous work is done;
On Him our help is laid,
The victory is won.
Captivity, etc.

Th’ atoning work is done;
The Victim’s blood is shed;
And Jesus now is gone
His people’s cause to plead:
He sits in heaven their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.

See "sprinkled with the blood
The mercy-seat" above;
For justice had withstood
The purposes of love;
But justice now withstands no more,
And mercy yields her boundless store.

And though awhile He be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see
Their great High Priest again.
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.

Our thanks to God most high!
The Father of our Lord,
The Savior-God is He,
And be His name adored!
O God, Thy mercy shall endure,
Thy word abide for ever sure.

He sent His only Son
And saved us from our woe–
From Satan, guilt, and hell,
And every hurtful foe.
Thy mercy, Lord. shall still endure,
Thy Word abide forever sure.

Give thanks aloud to God,
To God your praises bring,
To God upon His throne
His works and glories sing.
Thy power and grace are still the same,
Let endless praise exalt His name.

On earth the song begins;
In heaven more sweet and loud–
"To Him that cleansed our sins
By His atoning blood;
To Him," we sing in joyful strain,
"Be honor, power, and praise, Amen."

Alone He bare the cross,
Alone its grief sustained;
His was the shame and loss,
And He the victory gained;
The mighty work was all His own,
Though we shall share His glorious throne.

With Christ our theme begins,
The Lord of truth and love;
When He had purged our sins,
He took His seat above.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.

His power can never fail,
He’ll rule o’er earth, in heaven;
The keys of death and hell
To Him alone are given.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.

And sweet that blessed hope:
Jesus, the Lord, shall come,
And take His brethren up
E’en to His Father’s home.
Our hearts are glad; we raise the voice;
The Lord has made us to rejoice.

To God who gave His Son,
To save us from our sin;
To Christ Himself who died,
And made His people clean:
Eternal thanks and praise be given
By saints on earth, the heirs of heaven.

What was it, blessed God,
Led Thee to give Thy son,
To yield Thy well-beloved
For us by sin undone?
‘Twas love unbounded led Thee thus
To give Thy well-beloved for us.

What led Thy Son, O God!
To leave Thy throne on high,
To shed His precious blood,
To suffer and to die?
‘Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Led Him to die and suffer thus.

What moved Thee to impart
Thy Spirit from above,
Therewith to fill our heart
With heavenly peace and love?
‘Twas love, unbounded love to us,
Moved Thee to give Thy Spirit thus.

What love to Thee we owe,
Our God, for all Thy grace;
Our hearts may well o’erflow
In everlasting praise!
Make us, O Lord, to praise Thee thus
For all Thy boundless love to us.

Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love and power,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set the Savior forth.

Great Prophet of our God!
Our tongues must bless Thy name,
By whom the joyful news
Of free salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, of peace with heaven.

Thou art our Counselor,
Our Pattern, and our Guide,
And Thou our Shepherd art;
Ah! keep us near Thy side;
Nor let our feet e’er turn astray,
To wander in the crooked way.

We love the Shepherd’s voice:
His watchful eyes shall keep
Our pilgrim souls among
The thousands of God’s sheep;
He feeds the flock, He calls their names,
And gently leads the tender lambs.

Himself He could not save,
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruined sinners nigh;
Yes, Christ the Son of God must bleed,
That sinners might from sin be freed.

Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done;
Our sin’s full weight must fall
Upon the sinless One;
For nothing less can God accept
In payment of that fearful debt.

Himself He could not save,
For He the Surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood;
He bore the penalty of guilt
When on the cross His blood was spilt.

Himself He could not save,
Love’s stream too deeply flowed,
In love Himself He gave,
To pay the debt we owed.
Obedience to His Father’s will,
And love to Him did all fulfill.

And now exalted high–
A Prince and Savior He,
That sinner’s might draw nigh
And drink of mercy free,
Of mercy now so richly shed,
For Jesus liveth who was dead.

The night is now far spent,
The day is drawing nigh,
Soon will the morning break
In radiance through the sky:
O let the thought our spirits cheer,
The Lord Himself will soon appear!

Though men our hopes deride,
Nor will the truth believe,
We in His word confide,
And it will ne’er deceive:
Soon all that grieves shall pass away,
And saints shall see a glorious day.

For us the Lord intends
A bright place on high,
The place where sorrow ends,
And naught is known but joy:
With such a hope let us rejoice,
We soon shall hear the Savior’s voice.

Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love–
The heavenly mansions are!
To Thine abode
Our hearts aspire,
With warm desire,
To see our God.

There is Thy throne of grace,
And there the sprinkled blood;
There lives, before Thy face,
Our great High Priest, O God!
His name our plea,
We now draw near,
In holy fear,
To worship Thee.

We go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
And safe in heaven appears:
O glorious seat!
Where God the King
Shall shortly bring
Our willing feet.

Jesus! life-giving sound,
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
In which the sons of man can boast,
But His who seeks and saves the lost.

His name the sinner hears,
And is from guilt set free;
‘Tis music in his ears,
‘Tis life and victory:
His heart o’erflows with sacred joy,
And songs of praise his lips employ.

Jesus! all praise above:
We sing Thy blessed name,
We sing Thy dying love,
Thy rising power proclaim:
But soon, to give Thee worthy praise,
Both heaven and earth their songs shall raise.