Both Mary, as it came to pass,
And Mary Magdalene it was,
And Mary, wife of Cleophas.

Alleluia!

An Angel clad in white was he,
That sat and spake unto the three,—
"Your LORD is gone to Galilee."

Alleluia!

When John the Apostle heard the fame,
He to the tomb, and Peter came,
But on the way out-ran the same.

Alleluia!

That night the Apostles met in fear; Amidst them came their LORD most dear, And said, "Peace be unto all here."

Alleluia !

When Didymus had after heard,
That JESUS had fulfilled His word,
He doubted if it were the LORD.

Alleluia!

"Thomas, behold My Side," saith He, "My Hands, My Flesh, My Body see, And doubt not, but believe in Me."

Alleluia!

He saw the Feet, the Hands, the Side ;—
No longer Thomas then denied;
"Thou art my LORD and GOD,” he cried.
Alleluia!

Blessed are they who have not seen,
And yet whose faith hath constant been;
In life eternal they shall reign.

Alleluia!

In this most holy day of days,
Be laud, and jubilee, and praise,
To GOD both hearts and voices raise.

Alleluia!

And we with Holy Church unite,
As is both meet, and just, and right,
In glory to the King of Light.

Alleluia !

"CHRIST Our Passover is sacrificed for us: therefore let us keep the feast: not with the old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth."

70. IN garments bright of virgin white,

The true Lamb's royal banquet round,
The Red Sea vast in safety past,

TO CHRIST Our King the triumph sound.
His Love Divine brings forth the wine,
The mystic Cup of sacred Blood;
His Love, the Priest, for that dread feast
The Victim slays, Himself the Food.
The blood-drops red on lintel spread,
The wasting angel passes o'er,
The waters wide aghast divide,

The o'erwhelmed hosts are seen no more.

In CHRIST we view the image true,
The very Paschal Victim He;

The leaven sure of spirits pure,
The leaven of sincerity.

True Victim given from highest Heaven,
Whom deeps of hell their Conqueror own;
Who death's strong chain hath rent in twain,
And rescued life's unfading crown.

The victory won, hell-powers o'erthrown,
CHRIST's banner waves in open sky,
Heaven's gates, behold! to Him unfold,
And dragged in chains the dark King lie.

O JESU blest, to every breast,

Unceasing Paschal gladness be!
From blasting breath of sin and death
The new-born sons of life set free.

FATHER, to Thee all glory be,

And SON, Who from the dead art raised, And SPIRIT blest, with Both confest,

One GOD, through endless ages praised.

"Buried with Him in Baptism, wherein also ye are risen with Him through the faith of the operation of GOD, Who hath raised Him from the dead."

71. O THOU, the Heaven's eternal King,
LORD of the starry spheres!

Who with the FATHER equal art
From everlasting years :

All praise to Thy most holy Name,
Who, when the world began,
Yoking the soul with clay, didst form
In Thine Own Image, man.

And praise to Thee, Who, when the foe
Had marred Thy work sublime,
Clothing Thyself in flesh, didst mould
Our race a second time.

When from the tomb new-born, as from
A Virgin born before,
Thou didst reverse our fallen state,
And life to man restore.

Eternal Shepherd, Who Thy flock

In Thy pure Font dost lave,

Where souls are cleansed, and all their guilt
Buried as in a grave:

JESU, Who to the Cross wast nailed,

Our countless debt to pay;

JESU, Who lavishly didst

Thy Blood for us away:

pour

O, from the wretched death of sin
Keep us, so shalt Thou be
The everlasting Paschal joy
Of all new-born in Thee.

TO GOD the FATHER, and the SON,
Who rose, be glory given;
With Thee, Almighty Paraclete,
By all in earth and heaven.

"He is not here, for He is risen, as He said."

72. THE dawn is purpling o'er the sky,
The air with Alleluias shakes,

The glad earth shouts her triumph high,
Hell in each shuddering cavern quakes;
Whilst He, the King, with strong Right Hand
Leads forth from cells of death and night
The unprisoned Fathers' ghostly band
To gladdening beam of life and light.
Whose tomb so late the threefold ward

Of watch, and stone, and seal did bind,
Now Victor risen death's self hath barred
To that same tomb for aye consigned.
Farewell then, grave! a long farewell
To funeral tears and grief and pain;
O hear yon glistening Angel tell
Death's conquering LORD is risen again.
O JESU Blest, to every breast

Unceasing Paschal gladness be;
From blasting breath of sin and death
The new-born sons of life set free.

FATHER, to Thee all glory be,

And SON, Who from the dead art raised, And SPIRIT Blest, with Both confest,

One GOD, through endless ages praised.

"When this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"

73. PROTECTED by the Almighty Hand,

We traversed safe the severed main :
No more we see the Egyptian land,
No more we feel the tyrant's chain.

O then, to GOD, with one accord
Be joyful thanks and homage paid:
And let us come before the LORD,
In robes of innocence arrayed.

Yes, let us at His table meet,

And banquet at His feast of love :
So shall our soul with transport beat,
And God's Own Presence sweetly prove.
CHRIST is our Paschal Lamb to-day,
To Him the Christian looks for food:
Nor will the avenging Angel slay

Those who are sprinkled with His Blood.
O Victim! worthy of the sky,

Beneath Whose power death vanquished fell:

Who saved mankind from misery,

And burst the dungeon-gates of hell!
O praise the FATHER, and the SON,
Who bids us welcome to the skies,
And HOLY GHOST, by Whom Alone

We share the SAVIOUR'S victories.

"The LORD is King, and hath put on glorious apparel, the LORD hath put on His apparel, and girded Himself with strength."

74. ANGELS come, on joyous pinion

Down the Heaven's melodious stair;
Triumphing o'er death's dominion,
Up to this our lower air,
CHRIST is rising,

And doth burst the sepulchre.

All in vain the posted station
Of the armed soldiery,-
All in vain the faithless nation
Sets the seal and watches nigh;

Ye need not fear,

None shall reach where He doth lie!