“ I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabi. tants of Jerusalem, the Spirit of grace and of supplication : and they shall look upon Me Whom they have pierced.” 66. Now, my soul, thy voice upraising,

Sing the Cross in mournful strain;
Tell the sorrows all-amazing,
Tell the Wounds, the dying pain,

Which our SAVIOUR
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.
He, the cruel scourge enduring,

Ransom for our sins to pay,
By His stripes transgressors curing,
Raising those who wounded lay,

Bore our sorrows,
And removed our pains away.
He to freedom hath restored us

By the very bonds He bare ;
His nail-piercèd Limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare :

Nailed, He draws us
To the Cross, and keeps us there.
When His painful life was ended,

From that Fount, His wounded Side,
Blood and Water straight descended,
Each a Sacramental tide;

One to cleanse us,
One to feed our souls, applied.
JESU! may Thy promised blessing

Comfort to our souls afford;
May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our full reward,

Ever praise Thee,
Thee, our ever-glorious LORD!

“Now there stood by the Cross of Jesus His Mother.' 67. By the Cross, sad vigil keeping,

Stood the Mother doleful, weeping,

Where her Son extended hung:

For her soul, of joy bereaved,
Smit with anguish, deeply grieved,

Lo! the piercing sword had wrung.
0, how sad and sore distressed
Now was she, that Mother blessed

Of the Sole-begotten One!
Woe-begone, with heart's prostration,
Mother meek, the bitter Passion

Saw she of her glorious Son.
Who, on CHRIST's fond Mother looking,
Such extreme affliction brooking,

Born of woman, would not weep?.
Who, on Christ's fond Mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,

Would not share her sorrows deep ?
For His people's sins rejected,
She her JESUS unprotected

Saw with thorns, with scourges rent:
Saw her Son from judgment taken,
Her Beloved in death forsaken,

Till His spirit forth He sent.
With Thy Mother's deep devotion
Make me feel her strong emotion,

Fount of love, Redeemer kind;
That my heart, fresh ardour proving,
Thee my God and Saviour loving,

May with Thee acceptance find!

Anthem for Good Friday, In which is set forth the exceeding ingratitude of His chosen people towards our Blessed LORD, and of those who by their sins crucify Him to themselves afresh. Praise is offered unto Him Who as on this day became for our sakes obedient unto death, even the death of the Cross.

O My people, what have I done to thee? or wherein have I wearied thee? Answer Me. Because I brought thee out of the land of Egypt,

thou hast prepared a Cross for thy SAVIOUR. (Micah vi.)

Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us.

Because I led thee through the wilderness forty years, and fed thee with manna, and brought thee into a land exceeding good, thou hast prepared a Cross for thy SAVIOUR.

Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us,

What could I have done more for thee, that I have not done? I planted thee indeed My choicest vine, and thou hast turned for Me into exceeding bitterness : thou gavest vinegar to quench My thirst, and piercedst with a lance the side of thy SAVIOUR. (Micah v. 2.)

Holy God, Holy and Mighty, Holy and Immortal, have mercy upon us.

For thy sake I scourged Egypt with its first born, and thou deliveredst Me to be scourged.

O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee? answer Me.

I opened the sea before thee : and thou openedst My side with a spear.

O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee? answer Me.

I went before thee in a pillar of cloud : and thou leddest Me before Pilate's judgment seat.

O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee? answer Me. I

gave thee a royal sceptre : and thou gavest My head a crown of thorns.

O My people, what have I done to thee, or wherein have I wearied thee? answer Me.

Thou art worthy, O LORD, to receive glory, for Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by Thy Blood, for Thou becamest obedient unto death-even the death of the Cross.

Hymn. SING, my tongue, the SAVIOUR's glory,

Tell His triumph far and wide,
Tell aloud the famous story

Of His Body crucified;
How upon the Cross a Victim,

Vanquishing in death, He died.
Eating of the tree forbidden,

Man had sunk in Satan's snare, When our pitying Creator

Did this second Tree prepare ;
Destined many ages later,

That first evil to repair.
So when now at length the fulness

Of the sacred time drew nigh,
Then the Son, the world's Creator,

Left His FATHER's throne on high ; From a Virgin's womb appearing

Cloth'd in our mortality.
Thus did CHRIST to perfect manhood

In our mortal flesh attain,
Then of His free choice He goeth

To a death of bitter pain;
And as a lamb

upon

the altar Of the Cross, for us is slain. Lo, with gall His thirst He quenches !

See the thorns upon His brow! Nails His tender flesh are rending!

See, His side is open now! Whence, to cleanse the whole creation,

Streams of Blood and Water flow.
Blessing, honour everlasting,

To the immortal Deity;
To the FATHER, Son, and SPIRIT,

Equal praises ever be:
Glory through the earth and Heaven

To Trinity in Unity.

Caster. “The LORD is risen indeed, and hath appeared unto Simon." 68. JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,

Alleluia !
Our triumphant holy day,

Alleluia!
Who did once upon the Cross,

Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss,

Alleluia !
Hymns of praise, then, let us sing,

Alleluia!
Unto CHRIST our heavenly King,

Alleluia!
Who endured the Cross and Grave,

Alleluia !
Sinners to redeem and save,

Alleluia!
But the pain which He endured,

Alleluia !
Our salvation hath procured,

Alleluia !
Now above the sky He's King,

Alleluia !
Where the angels ever sing;

Alleluia!

“This day shall be unto you for a memorial ; ye shall keep it a feast by an ordinance for ever.”

“This is the day the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” 69. CHILDREN of men, this Day we sing,

The King of Heaven, the glorious King,
Whose rising makes creation ring:

Alleluia!
On the first morning of the week,
Before the day began to break,
They went their buried LORD to seek.

Alleluia !