To Him, Who left His Throne on high
Mankind from death to raise,
The Father and the Holy Ghost,
Be everlasting praise.
WHERE is thy victory, O Grave ?
Vanquished and spent art thou;
Since thou hast held the Lord of Life,
No Christian fears thee now.
Where is thy victory, O Grave?
With Him we enter thee;
But not the dark and yawning cave
By mournful Calvary.
The pure and bright baptismal flood
Entombs our nature's stain;
And, from the healing waters born,
With Him we rise again.
Happy, if through the world of sin
And lust and selfish care,
Our resurrection-mantle, white
And undefiled, we wear.
Thus through the grave and gate of death,
Glorious at last and free,
With all Thy holy Church, O Lord,
May we accepted be.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom we adore,
In Whose dread Name we are baptized,
JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holyday;
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 above the sky He's King,
Where the Angels ever sing.
Hallelujah! praise the Lord!
Victor over hell, our God,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Sing the Church and heavenly host.
AURORA CELUM PURPURAT.
MORNING spreads her crimson rays,
Heaven resounds with hymns of praise,
Through the earth loud anthems swell,
Heard with rage in vanquished hell.
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 confess'd,
One God, through endless ages praised.
The Fourth Sunday after Easter.
SUPREME MOTOR CORDIUM.
GREAT Mover of all hearts, Whose hand
Doth all the secret springs command
Of human thought and will,
Thou, since the world wast made, dost bless
Thy saints with fruits of holiness,
Faith, hope and love here weave one chain,
But love alone shall then remain
When this short day is gone:
O Love, O Truth, O endless Light,
When shall we see Thy Sabbath bright,
And all our labours done?
We sow 'mid perils here and tears;
There the glad hand the harvest bears,
Which here in grief hath sown.
Great God Triune! the increase give,
And these Thy gifts, by which we live,
With heavenly glory crown.
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom Heaven's triumphant host
And saints on earth adore,
Be glory, as in ages past,
As now it is, and so shall last,
When time shall be no more.
The hymn, Now at the Lamb's imperial feast, will serve for the second hymn for Mattins and Evensong.
The Fifth Sunday after Easter.
The hymn, Now at the Lamb's imperial feast, will serve for the first hymn at Mattins and Evensong.
HOLY Jesu, in Whose Name
Thou hast bid Thy servants claim
Of the Father's love, to grant
All the good they wish or want;
Trusting in Thy Name alone,
Draw we near Thy Father's throne.
Holy Jesu, at Whose Name,
Through this universal frame,
By th' Almighty Sire's decree
Every one shall bow the knee:
To Thy Father's Name we join
In co-equal worship Thine.
Son of Man, to Whom is given,
With the Majesty of Heaven,
Partner Thou of man's estate,
For mankind to mediate :
Hear us, when to Thee we plead
For Thy flock to intercede.
Son of God, to Whom of right,
Partner of Thy Father's might,
Sole, adorable and true,
Empire o'er the world is due:
Hear us,
when to Thee we call
For Thy blessing, Lord of all!
Saviour of the world, to Thee
Ever bows the Church her knee;
Thee, her only Advocate,
Thee, exalted to Thy state,
With the Holy Ghost Most High
In the Father's Majesty.
THE Lord ascendeth up on high,
The Lord hath triumph'd gloriously,
In power and might excelling;
Hell and the grave are captive led,
Lo! He returns, our glorious Head,
To His eternal dwelling.
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