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VOL. 94. RICHMOND, VA., MARCH 2? 1920. / No. 43 He Arose With a Mighty Triumph O'er His Foes EASTER HYMN. Come, see the place where Jesus lay While numbered with the dead; Then go and tell that He this day ? Hath risen as He said. No rock-hewn cave, nor sealed stone, Nor guard of armed men, Could keep Him who had told His own That He would rise again. Come, see the place where Jesus lay A while in calm repose, Who, when the stone was rolled away, Had crushed the last of foes. Ring out, ye saints, your challenge ring ? Through Him so strong to save ? O Death, where now thy cruel sting? And where thy victory, Grave? Coine, see the place where Jesus lay; Behold death's swathing bands All laid in orderly array By His unfettered hands. The Victor hath in mortal strife Redemption wrought for thee; The resurrection and the life Forevermore is He. ? Ex. EASTER. Oh, the blessed, glad assurance That to us the Saviour gives. As He tells us He has risen And forever more He lives; Yes, the powers of death assailed Him, And they brought Him to the grave, ^ But He wrought out our redemption And arose with power to save. Hallelujah! Christ is risen; Blessed Lord and King of kings; Thus He comes to heal our sorrows, And eternal life He brings. Hear the joyful proclamation Which the angels at His tomb Oave the Marys when they sought Him With their spices and perfume: "He's not here, for He has risen, As He said before He died." Hear His message to His brethren. That they should be sat'sfled. Tell the tidings, tell them quickly, Over all the land and main; Jesus lives ? He lives forever ? And o'er all the earth will reign! He has overcome death's power, Has brought victory from the grave. And He says with blest assurance We through Him shall ever live. And soon we shall all be with Him, For He comes to claim His own; Over all the world He'll triumph ? Satan's kingdom be o'erthrown. Oh, the glory of that morning! Oh, the gladness of that day, When in resurrection brightness All His saved He will array! And then in His later glory, When He shall ascend on high, The great judgment books will open And the nations shall pass by. "Come, ye blessed of My Father!" He unto the saved will say. "Ye have watched and waited for me; Ye shall live with Me for aye." ? Rev. A. W. Wright. '? EASTER GLADNESS Hallejulah! Christ is risen! Of His triumphs let us sing; Hail Him as the Lord victorious, As our mighty conquering King; Lift in waves of exultation Notes of pra'se this Easter morn, That shall as the sweetest incense Upward to the throne be borne. Hallelujah! Easter gladness Echoes round the earth and main; He who gave His life a ransom. Conquers death and lives to reign; Strike your harps, ye shining spirits, Join with us in Easter lays, Let there be one mighty chorus To the mighty Conqueror's praise. "HE 18 NOT HERE; FOR HE IS RISEN." Hallelujah! Ours the blessing; Since He died and rose again, Now is our redemption perfect, Life immortal we obtain. So at last, when He appeareth, Death shall clamp His cha!ns in vain, Tombs shall make their fjill surrender. Saints shall their redemption claim. K-* Hallelujah! All ye ransomed, Let you* endlesi joy begin! Now the gate pt life immortal Opens wide to let you in; By and by shall angels sitting At th'e tomb with open door, Whisper to us, at our waking, "Fear not; He has gone before.? AN EASTER CAROL. The world is softly singing A Resurrection song, Of life from death upspringing. Of hope, serene and strong; And louder grows the chorus, As longer grow the days That open wide before us Their golden gates of praise. For lo! the earth is learning A half-forgotten strain; And exiles are returning To Eden's joy again. A Man has passed the portal, And sheathed the flaming sword; And Love is crowned immortal, And Paradise restored. ? Ex. EASTER EVE. 'Tis Easter Eve; the day is fading; O Thou, w th whom there is no death. While twilight every path is shading, Breathe through us Thy sweet Spirit's breath! And when our last night comes, may we Fall peacefully asleep in Thee! The sun sets not; it is earth going Awhile to hide her from the sun. Where gentler, cooler winds are blowing; To feel the coining day begun Beneath soft n'ght's refreshing dews; To wait for light He cannot lose. To die with Christ ? it is not dying; It is but sinking deep with Him Into the Father's bosom, lying In that warm, sheltering silence dim, Until the radiance of His eyes Chines into ours, and slumber (lies. Sunrise! ? it is the world arising ? Her Lord, the sun, she turns to meet, Strange beauty everywhere surprising Her steps ? glad births of light an.l heat; It is earth's face with joy aglow To see life around her bud and grow. To r'se with Christ ? It is awaking Into the brightness of God's face; It is to see His splendor breaking Through every form, in every place, And all along the heavenly way Unfolds the dawn of Hia great, day. O Christ! this holy Easter morning Pierce every shadow of our sin With love's dear beckoning, truth's fore warning! Thy life anew in us begin! Let us the Father's glory see, And rise into His light with thee! ? Lucy Larcom. Joy-bells are ringing Song-birds are singing ? Blossoms unfold in the lane, Easter's sweet gladness Banishes sadness, For Jesus is living again! ? H. M. Burnside. Oh, rare as the splendor of lilies, And sweet as the violet's breath, Comes the jubilant morning of Easter, The triumph of life over death. ? Margaret E. Sangster.