But in every guileless spirit,
Faith accepts the mystery.

This great Sacrament ordained,
Let us all revering hail;
Ancient rites are past for ever,
Newer means of grace prevail,
Willing faith the lack supplieth,
Where our earthly senses fail.

To the Everlasting Father,
To the Everlasting Son,
To the coeternal Spirit,

Undivided Three in One,

Honor, praise, salvation, blessing,

Now and evermore be done.

HYMN XXXII.

In our Lord's atoning grief,
Be our rest and sure relief;
Jesus! Thou our refuge be,
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

Amen.

Crucified! we Thee adore,

Thee with all our hearts implore;
In the realms of heavenly light,
With Thy faithful, us unite.

Thee, our only hope and tower,
In Thy passion's solemn hour,
Now we pray; our sins efface,
And increase Thy gifts of grace.

Christ! by faithless hands betrayed,
Christ! for us a captive made,
Christ! upon the bitter tree

Slain for man, all praise to Thee!

Amen.

Easter Eve.

HYMN XXXIII.

O KING of angels! Lord of grace !
For us made poor a fallen race;
That we of boundless wealth possessed
Might share with Thee Thy place of rest.

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Thou didst the bitter scorn sustain,
The deep indignity and pain;
And dying hast on us bestowed
The gift of endless life with God.

While still on this low earth we move,
Remember us with ceaseless love;
And grant us like the thief to see
The joys of Paradise with Thee.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
By hell and earth and highest heaven,
Be fear and praise and homage given.

HYMN XXXIV.

All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow,
Human taunts, and fiendish spite;
Death shall be despoil'd to-morrow
Of the prey he grasps to-night.
Yet once more, to seal his doom,
Christ must sleep within the tomb.

Amen.

Fierce and deadly was the anguish
Which on yonder cross He bore;
How did soul and body languish,
Till the toil of death was o'er?
But that toil so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.

Close and still the grave that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies;

Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:

Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

All night long with plaintive voicing
Sing of vanquished pain and woe;
Loftier strains of loud rejoicing

From to-morrow's dawn shall flow.
Death and hell at length are slain—
Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign.

Amen.

Easter.

HYMN XXXV.

Ar the Lamb's high feast we sing,
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide,
Flowing from His wounded side.

Praise we Him, whose love divine
Gives His sacred Blood for wine,
Gives His Body for the feast,

Christ the victim-Christ the Priest.

Where the Paschal Blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheaths his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go

Through the wave that drowns the foe.

Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is slain,
Holy victim without stain ;

Death and hell defeated lie,
Heaven unfolds its gates on high.

From the power of sin, set free
Those new-born, O Lord, in Thee.
Easter triumph, Easter joy-

Sin alone can this destroy.