Who endur'd the Cross and grave,

Alleluia !
Sinners to redeem and save.

Alleluia ! 3. But the pain which He endur'd,

Alleluia !
Our salvation hath procur'd,

Alleluia !
Now above the sky He's King,

Alleluia !
Where the angels ever sing,

Alleluia ! 4. Praise the Name of God most high

Alleluia!
Praise Him all below the sky-

Alleluia !
Praise Him all ye heavenly host-

Alleluia!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost-

Alleluia!

"And, behold, there was a great earthquake; for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door."-S. Matt. xxviii. 2. 63 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; 2. Whilst He, the King, with strong right hand

Leads forth, from cells of death and night, The ancient dead, a saintly band

To gladdening beam of life and light. 3. 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. 4. Then to the gloomy grave farewell !

To funeral tears, and grief and pain !
O, hear yon glistening angel tell

Death's conquering Lord is risen again. 5. () Jesu, Lord, to every breast

Unceasing Paschal gladness be;
From sins that have our souls opprest,

The new-born sons of life set free. 6. O God the Father, praise to Thee,

And Son, Who from the dead art raised,
And blessed Spirit, One and Three,
By all through endless ages praised.

Alleluia.

“Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us: therefore let us keep the feast; not with old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.”—1 Cor. v. 7, 8. 64 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. 2. 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. 3. The blood-drops red on lintel spread

The wasting angel passes o'er;
The waters wide aghast divide,

Th’ o'erwhelmed hosts are seen no more.

4 In Christ we view the image true,

The very Paschal Victim He;
And pure souls feed on Bread indeed,

Unleavened bread of purity.
5. True Victim giv'n from highest Heav'n,

Whom deeps of hell their Conqueror own, Who Death's strong chain hath burst in twain,

And rescued Life's unfading crown. 6. The vict'ry won, hell-powers o’erthrown,

Christ's bannered Cross waves high in air; Heaven's opened door, firm closed before,

And Satan chained, His power declare. 7. 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

Alleluia.

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* I am He That liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death."-Rev. i. 18. 65 JESUS lives i no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us :
Powers of hell before Him bow,
Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us.

Alleluia! 2. Jesus lives! to Him the throne

Over all the world is given :
He will take to Him His

own,
They shall reign with Him in heaven.

Alleluia ! 3. Jesus lives! for us He died :

Then alone to Jesus living,

Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving:

Alleluia! 4. Jesus lives! we know full well

Nought from us His love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Alleluia ! 5. Jesus lives! henceforth is death

But the gate of life immortal ;
This shall calm our trembling breath
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Alleluia ! 6. Praise the Father, praise the Son,

Who to us new life hath given;
Praise the Spirit, Three in One,
All in earth, and all in heaven.

Alleluia !

* And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose, and came out of the graves after His resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many."-S. Matt. xxvii. 52, 53.

66

YE
E choirs of new Jerusalem,

Your sweetest notes employ,
The Paschal victory to hymn

In strains of holy joy;
2. How Juda's Lion burst His chain,

And crush'd the Serpent's head,
And with Him brought from death's domain

A band of saintly dead.

3. From hell's devouring deep the prey

Alone our Leader bore;
His ransom'd hosts pursue their way,

Where He hath gone before. 4. Triumphant in His glory now,

His sceptre ruleth all;
Earth, heav'n, and hell before Him bow,

And at His footstool fall.
5. While joyful thus His praise we sing,

His mercy we implore
Into His palace bright to bring,

And keep us evermore. 6. Through times unknown to earthly thought,

O Father, praise to Thee;
To Him Who our deliv'rance wrought,

And to the Spirit be. Alleluia!

“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."-Col. ii. 12. 67 O THOU, the heavens' eternal King,

Lord of the starry spheres,
Who with the Father equal art

From everlasting years :
2. All praise to Thy most holy Name,

Who, when the world began,
Joining the soul to clay, didst form,

In Thine own Image, Man.
3. All praise to Thee, Who, when the foe

Had marrd T'hy work sublime,
Clothing Thyself in flesh, didst mould

Our race a second time.