Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise ;

Risen Lord, all praise to Thee,

With the Spirit ever be.

Amen.

HYMN XXXVI.

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,
Our triumphant Holy-day,
Who did once upon the Cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.

Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Who endured the Cross and Grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

But the pain which He endured
Our salvation hath procured:
Now He reigns above the sky,

Where the Angels ever cry

Alleluia! Amen.

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EASTER.

HYMN XXXVII.

O COME, and with the early morn,

Rise and lift

up your voice:

In the great victory of the Lamb
Let all the world rejoice.

He, by His own most precious blood,
Hath washed our sins away.

The veil is rent, the courts of heaven
Their endless joys display.

The seed entrusted to the ground
Dies not, nor fruitless lies.
From Jesu's slumber in the dust

What glorious harvests rise!

Through Him shall all the sleeping dead
Burst forth again to life,

To share with Him the crowns of light,
Who shared with Him the strife.

Praise, therefore, to the Father be,
And to the eternal Son,

Who, quickened by the Spirit, hath
O'er Death the triumph won.

Amen.

HYMN XXXVIII.

COME! ye heavenly choirs descending,
In our song of joy to share,
Christ the sepulchre is leaving,

Free among death's captives there.

Vain the soldiers watching round Him, Through the hours of darkness lone; Vain the care which sought to hold Him, Deep within the sealed stone.

If He will, with seals unbroken,
He can leave the guarded tomb,
Who, our perfect manhood bearing,
Issued from the Virgin's womb.

On the Cross of anguish lifted,
He shuns not the death of pain;
But a mightier sign vouchsafeth,
Rising into life again.

Lord, with Thee in daily dying,
May we die, and with Thee rise,
And, on earth ourselves denying,
Seek the treasure of the skies.

Glory to the Eternal Father,
To the Spirit, and the Son,
Who, the Leader of His faithful,
Hath in death the triumph won.

HYMN XXXIX.

O JESU! Lord of heavenly grace,
Redeemer of our guilty race,

Amen.

What wondrous love prevailed in Thee,
The bearer of our sins to be.

Unloosed is Satan's heavy chain,

The power of death is snapp'd in twain;
He that spurned not the Virgin's womb
Hath risen victorious from the tomb.

Lord! let Thy mercy then prevail
To heal the losses we bewail;
The light vouchsafe us of Thy face,
Support us with Thy gifts of grace.
Be Thou our guide unto the skies,
Be Thou the mark before our eyes,
Our present joy to dry our tears,
Our future prize for endless years.

Amen.

HYMN XL.

CHRIST is become our Paschal Lamb, For us condemned to die;

Those washed in His atoning blood

The Avenger passes by.

Hail! Sacred Victim by whose death
Death hath been overcome;
Who by Thy burial hast dispersed
The darkness of the tomb.

He that was dead now lives again;
The prison doors are riven:
Triumphant o'er our ghostly foe,
He opes the gates of heaven.

O grant us, Lord, with Thee to die,
With Thee again to rise!

To spurn the things of earth, and seek

The treasures of the skies.

Amen.