Praise be to FATHER, praise to SON, "And when He had fasted forty days and forty nights, He was afterwards an hungered." 53. Now with the slow revolving year, 4 Again the Fast we greet, Which in its mystic circle moves, That Fast, by Law and Prophets taught, Henceforth more sparing let us be And let us shun whatever things And weep before the Judge, and strive Saying to Him with contrite voice, Upon our bended knees: "Much have we sinn'd, O LORD! and still We sin each day we live; Yet pour Thy pity from on high, And of Thy grace forgive. "Remember that we still are Thine, And take not from us in Thy wrath "Undo past evil; grant us, LORD, Blest Trinity in Unity! Vouchsafe us, in Thy love, To gather from these fasts below "Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet, and show My people their transgressions, and the house of Jacob their sins." 54. THE solemn season calls us now A holy fast to keep; And see within the temple how But come not there with tears alone, We smite the breast, we weep in vain, The smitten soul be torn. O, let us, then, with heartfelt grief, O Righteous Judge, if Thou wilt deign We pray for time to turn again, For grace to turn indeed. Blest Trinity in Unity! Vouchsafe us, in Thy love, To gather from these fasts below, "Awake, thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and CHRIST shall give thee light." 55. THE darkness fleets, and joyful earth Thou Who dost give the accepted time, Give tears to purify, Give flames of love to burn our hearts That fountain, whence our sins have flowed, Subdue the stubborn will. Eternal Trinity, to Thee Let earth's vast fabric bend; "I am the light of the world." 56. O CHRIST! that art the Light and Day, Who shed'st through night Thy searching ray, Who Very Light of light art known, And Heaven's own Light to earth hast shown; Let not the sleep of death oppress, Let but the eyes light slumber take, Our Sun and Shield, behold from high, Remember us, dear LORD, we pray, To GOD, the Eternal Three in One, "Obedient unto death, even the death of the Cross.' 57. IN the LORD'S atoning grief Be our rest and sweet relief; Thorns, and cross, and nails, and lance, Vinegar, and gall, and reed, And the pang His soul that freed: May these all our spirits sate, Crucified! we Thee adore, CHRIST! by coward hands betrayed, "Have mercy upon me, O LORD, Thou Son of David." 58. SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the adoring knee; By Thy Birth and early Years, By the sacred griefs that wept By the anguished sigh that told Hear our solemn litany! By Thine agony of grief, By Thy pleading for relief, By the purple robe of scorn, By Thy Wounds, Thy Crown of Thorn, Cross and Passion, Pangs and Cries, By Thy perfect Sacrifice; JESUS, look with pitying eye, By Thy deep expiring Groan, |