486    C.M.     J. Hart
Christ’s Resurrection. Matt. 20. 19; Luke 24. 2-7

1 See from the dungeon of the dead,
  Our great Deliverer rise;
  While conquests wreathe his heavenly head,
  And glory glads his eyes.

2 The struggling Hero, strong to save,
  Did all our miseries bear
  Down to the chambers of the grave,
  And left the burden there.

3 [See, how the well-pleased angel rolls
  The stone, and opes the prison!
  Lift up your heads, ye sin-sick souls,
  And sing, The Lord is risen.]

4 No more indictments justice draws;
  It sets the soul at large;
  Our Surety undertook the cause,
  And faith’s a full discharge.

5 To save us, our Redeemer died;
  To justify us, rose;
  Where’s the condemning power beside
  Has right to interpose?

6 The Lord is risen! thou trembling soul,
  Let fears no more confound!
  Let heaven and earth, from pole to pole,
  The Lord is risen resound!