H.pra Si^tf&anita. 
 
By the fame Editor y 
 
 JLpta OEucbanfiica: 
 
 Hymns and Verses on the Holy Communion, 
 
 ancient and modern. 
 
 LONGMAN, 
 
 1863. 
 
Epra ilWejS^tantca : 
 
 HYMNS AND VERSES ON 
 THE LIFE OF CHRIST, 
 ANCIENT AND MODERN ; 
 PFITH OTHER POEMS. 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 The Rev. Orby Shipley, M.A. 
 
 ILontion : 
 
 LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, ROBERTS, 
 AND GREEN. 
 
 1864. 
 
I 
 
 
preface. 
 
 TRA MESSUNICA is a fecond 
 experiment to afcertain how far the 
 Ancient and Mediaeval Hymns of 
 the Church, tranjlated into the lan- 
 guage of the day, and ajjbciated 
 with a JeleSion from the Works, or jpecimens of 
 the abilities offomeof the firjl Writers of Religious 
 Poetry of the prejent age, may become popular, 
 when chojen for the purpojes of private and de- 
 votional reading at home, and not with the view 
 of public uje in Church. 
 
 The CoUeSion of Hymns and Verjes entitled 
 Lyra Eucharijiica was the firjl experiment ; and 
 the rejults which attended the publication of that 
 Volume feem to warrant the ijjue of the prejent 
 Book. The fubjeft matter of the former Work 
 the Holy Communion confined the jeleSion of 
 
Hymns within a comparatively narrow compajs ; 
 but, in the prejent ColleSion, the range of fub- 
 jeSs has been enlarged, and not only has a wider 
 field for choice been opened, but a greater variety of 
 treatment has been jecured. The Jame principle, 
 however, underlies both ColleSions : and there ap- 
 pears to be no reajbn why that principle, once 
 conceded, as it has praSically been, Jhould not 
 be further extended ; why the almojl unknown 
 treafures of pajl ages Jhould not be made familiar 
 to the Readers of the prejent day through the me- 
 dium of tranjlations ; nor why Hymns of a later 
 date, which, in jpirit and tone, harmonize with the 
 earlier ones, Jhould not be combined with them. 
 
 The principle in quejlion, Jhortly Jlated, is 
 this that in the happily revived tajle for Hymns 
 and Sacred Verfe, in order to fupply the intel- 
 leSual demand for Religious Poetry, it is at once 
 more loyal, as well as more politic, in Churchmen, 
 to feek to fatisfy fuch literary craving, at leajl in 
 part, from the well-nigh exhaujllejs Jlores of 
 Ancient and Mediaeval Hymns which are in exijl- 
 ence. It is more loyal, becaufe the Church has 
 ever furnijhed to the world its Jacred Songs, and 
 what the Church has well done in former days, Jhe 
 is competent to effeS again. And apart from 
 their own internal value. Hymns which come to 
 us with a greater or lejs amount of authority, and 
 which have been ujed by the Church in times gone 
 
^tttatt. vif 
 
 by, commend themjelves at once to a large clajs 
 of minds, and create for themjelves a prejudice in 
 their own favour ; whiljl if, as in many cafes is 
 undeniable, Juch Hymns pojjejs in addition to 
 their religious and extrinjic worth, intrinjic merit 
 of a high literary or devotional degree, they com- 
 bine qualities with which no modern composition, 
 be it ever [o perfeS as a mere work of art, can 
 compete. The principle, aljb, in development, is 
 not lejs politic than loyal. For human nature 
 being changelejs in the courje of Centuries, whiljl 
 human tajle and fajhions vary, the hopes and fears, 
 the joys and jbrrows, the inJlinSs and the Sym- 
 pathies, and more than all, the religious Faith of 
 Chrijlian men and women being, from age to age, 
 identical, the Hymns which, in the bejl fenje of 
 the word, have been popular, which embodied the 
 Creed of Chrijlendom, and which fpoke to the 
 higher and deeper feelings of the fupernatural Life 
 of the Church of old, will never fail to touch a 
 rejponjive chord in the heart of the Church of 
 to-day. 
 
 Theje opinions mujl be received with fome de- 
 gree of qualification. It is not ajjerted that every 
 popular Hymn or Poem of the iv. the x. or 
 the XV. Centuries will be popular in the xix. 
 Century. A good deal of margin muJl be left for 
 the change in outward Chrijlianity, which not 
 only affeSs the growth and perfeSion of the inner 
 
viii Preface. 
 
 Life, but aljb influences the lejs important elements 
 of our being, which help or hinder juch perfedion. 
 Many of the Hymns were compofed during a jlate 
 of things, Ecclejiajlical and focial, which, for 
 better or for worje, has pajjed away for ever; and 
 the imprejs of thoje outward influences which 
 has been left on juch compojitions, would not 
 tend towards their naturalization amongjl our- 
 jelves. Many Hymns aljb from their conjlruflion, 
 from the intention with which they were compojed, 
 and the ujes for which they were intended, and 
 from the prominence given to DoSrinal Jlatements, 
 would probably fail to become thoroughly popu- 
 lar in an age which is impatient of dogmatic 
 Chrijlianity, even in the modified form it can 
 ajQfume in verje. Still, there are many Hymns 
 which have poJJeJOTed and Jlill retain all the ele- 
 ments of genuine popularity, which unrejervedly 
 and boldly enunciate the Truth, and yet withal 
 jpeak with tendernejs to the inner and Chrijlian 
 fenjibilities, to influence which for good Jhould be 
 the jecond chief aim of all Religious Poetry. 
 
 The intrinjic value, however, of the Hymns in 
 quejlion will not alone allow them to claim 
 acceptance at the prefent day, except with thoje 
 who can appreciate their beauties in the language 
 in which they were written. It is clear, that a 
 great deal depends upon their reprodu6lion ; Jince 
 on the form in which ancient Hymns are presented 
 to the Englijh Reader will depend the favour or 
 
preface* ix 
 
 the indifference with which they are viewed. 
 And to this point jbme attention has been paid in 
 Lyra Mejjian'ica, 
 
 Probably, as a rule, thoje tranjlations of ancient 
 Poetry mojl commend themjelves to modern minds 
 which tranjlate the idea and jentiment, rather than 
 the aSual words and exprejQions. Such verjions 
 perhaps come more home to us than any other. 
 Literal renderings, however, have their own jpecial 
 value : and it is not too much to jay, that to 
 poJOTejs as clofe a tranjlation as pojfible of the very 
 words of an ancient Hymn, is as important in one 
 aJpeS, as in another to obtain a free and idioma- 
 tically exprejfled Englijh verjion. In either caje 
 it is needful to write in the language of the day ; 
 and hence, among the tranjlated Hymns, none 
 have been admitted into Lyra MeJJian'ica which 
 do not owe their origin to living Writers. But, 
 in order to obtain as much variety in treatment as 
 pojflible in the prejent ColleSion, examples of 
 both jyjlems of tranjlation have been inferted ; 
 and thoje who have been jb kind as to contribute to 
 the Volume, have been left unfettered in their Jlyle 
 of rendering, metre, and other accidents of tranj"- 
 lation. Nor has this principle been lojl jight of 
 in the jeleflions which have been made from ex- 
 ijling tranjlations : jb that, whiljl literal verjions 
 from the Early and Mediaeval Hymns find an 
 honoured and valued place in the prejent Book, 
 thoje renderings which jeek to convey the jenti- 
 
X preface* 
 
 ment, and to tranjlate the idea, when they do not 
 aSually reproduce the vocabulary, have aljb been 
 welcomed. 
 
 In the JeleSion of Hymns from Ancient Sources 
 for publication in Lyra MeJJtanicay a praSical 
 difficulty has been felt. Many of the more beau- 
 tiful or grand of theje Poems have long ago be- 
 come ejlablijhed favourites in their Englijh drejs. 
 TheJe, as a rule, it jeemed needlejs to reprint in 
 the prefent ColleSion ; and it was thought wijer 
 to extend the range of acquaintance with the old 
 Chrijlian Hymns, even at the cojl of tranjlating 
 jbme of comparatively inferior merit, than to ex- 
 pend literary labour in frejh tranjlations of Hymns 
 which are at once widely known and highly 
 ejleemed. Some few exceptions have been made 
 to this rule, in cajes in which the beauty or vigour 
 of new verjlons appeared to warrant the publica- 
 tion or the reprinting of Hymns or Verjes familiar, 
 in jbme other form, to the majority of Readers. It 
 is needful to allude to this decijion, that it may 
 not be juppojed, as it certainly was not contem- 
 plated, that Lyra Mejjianica is intended to contain 
 a complete colleSion of all the more beautiful, or 
 the linejl examples of early Sacred Verje extant. 
 A large number of the firjl Hymns, of the great 
 Writers in old time, the Majlers in and Fathers 
 of Hymnology, have been intentionally omitted ; 
 and thofe that have been inferted mujl be con- 
 
preface. xi 
 
 Jidered to be, as they truly are, mere Jpecimens of 
 Hymns and Verjes from Early and Middle-age 
 Sources, which are Jlill enjhrined only in the lan- 
 guage in which they were originally compojed. 
 
 Before particularizing the Sources whence the 
 tranjlations of the ancient Hymns which are con- 
 tained in Lyra Mejfianica are derived, a few words 
 on the Originals themjelves are necejjary. 
 
 The Originals of the tranjlations from the Latin 
 which are now printed, may be divided into two 
 clajes. Firjl, many Hymns have been rendered 
 into Englijh from the public Offices of the Church, 
 from the various and widely-Jpread Breviaries and 
 MiJJals of local or provincial uje, and from other 
 Sources, whence it is often difficult to obtain a 
 date, and from which an Author's name can jeldom 
 be Jecured. Amongjl other Sources which may 
 be mentioned as furnijhing contributions to Lyra 
 Mejfianica^ are the following the Mozarabic, 
 Parifian, and Roman Breviaries, the Breviaries of 
 Amiens, Fribourg, and Cahors, and thoje of Sarum 
 and of York ; the Anglo-Saxon Hymnaries ; 
 MSS. from the Libraries of Amiens, Coblentz, 
 and Cambridge ; the MijQals of Liege in Belgium, 
 of Utretch in Holland, of Drontheim in Norway, 
 of Abo in Finland, and thofe of PoiSiers, Noyon, 
 Angers, Saintes, and Rennes in France : and the 
 
xii Preface* 
 
 dates of theje Office Books, though in all cajes 
 they cannot be determined, range from an early 
 era to the xviii. Century. Secondly, other 
 Hymns are dijlinguijhable either by their Author's 
 names, or by the approximate date of their com- 
 position, or by both. And amongjl others which 
 have been JeleSed to ferve as jpecimens of the 
 various ClaJJes, are Hymns by S. Peter Damiani 
 of the xi. Century; Innocent III. and Peter the 
 Venerable of the xii. Century ; S. Bonaventura 
 of thexiii., and Mauburn of the xv. Centuries; S. 
 Notker, who died in 912 ; the voluminous Charles 
 Coffin of Rheims, who died in 1 749 ; Nicolas 
 Le Tournier, a Priejl of Rouen, 1686 ; the cele- 
 brated Adam of S. ViSor of the xii. Century, and 
 five Centuries later his jpiritual descendant Santo- 
 lius Vidorinus, and his brother furnamed Mag- 
 lorianus ; W. Lovel, not later than the xvi. 
 Century ; S. Hildegarde of the xii., and Anjelm, 
 Bijhop of Lucca, of the xi. Centuries ; S. Am- 
 brofe, Prudentius, and Venantius Fortunatus of 
 the iv. V. and vi. Centuries reJpeSively ; the 
 great S. Bernard, the Venerable Bede, S. Fulbert 
 of Chartres, and the Royal Poet, King Robert 
 II. of France. 
 
 The Hymns from the Greek are, in general, 
 more frequently dijlinguijhed by the name and 
 date of their Writers, than thoje from the Latin ; 
 and although fome, from the Service Books of the 
 
^vttatt. xiii 
 
 Holy Eajlern Church, are anonymous, the remain- 
 der of thoje printed in Lyra MeJJianica may be 
 ajjigned to S. Romanus the Melodijl, a.d. 500, to 
 S.John Damajcene, a.d. 780, and to S. Theodore, 
 and to S. Jofeph, both of the Studium, of the ref- 
 pedive dates of a.d. 826 and 830. As Hymns 
 from Eajlern Sources are more rarely rendered 
 into Englijh than thoje of Wejlern origin, it is a 
 jatisfadion to be able to refer to jeveral newly 
 tranjlated or newly verjified Hymns from the 
 Advent, Chrijlmas, and Eajler Offices of the 
 Greek Church. Many of theje Hymns have been 
 lately made accejjible to Englijh Readers, together 
 with the Offices of which they form a portion, in 
 rhythmical proje or dramatic blank verje, in the 
 valuable Work of Dr. Littledale, to which 
 reference is made in the Index of Sources. The 
 originals of many of the Hymns tranjlated by 
 Dr. Neale may be found in that Volume ; and 
 thence, from the Englijh proje renderings, many 
 of the Hymns, which are now for the firjl time 
 publiJTied, have been re-written in verfe by the 
 kind Friend whofe name is attached to them. Of 
 the Hymns from the Greek which are reprinted in 
 Lyra MeJJianica^ it is hardly necejjary to repeat 
 the reference in the Index, or to Jlate that they 
 are taken from the Works of one who is at once 
 the pioneer, and has hitherto been well nigh the 
 jble explorer into the fields of Eajlern Hymno- 
 logy the Rev. Dr. Neale. 
 
xiv preface. 
 
 The tranjlations of the Hymns now publijhed 
 from theje Originals, are obtained from many 
 Sources. Firjl of all, a large proportion are now 
 for the firjl time rendered into Englijh, and many 
 Hymns, never previoujly attempted in verje, are 
 printed in the prefent Volume. But, in addition 
 to what may be termed original tranjlations for 
 the firjl time printed, are many Hymns which are 
 now re-publijhed or reprinted. And theJe are of 
 two Clajfes. Several Works of much hymno- 
 logical value, publijhed many years ago, at the 
 outjet of the revived appreciation for Ancient 
 Hymns, have long been allowed to become and to 
 remain out of print. Such Works have mojl 
 kindly been placed at my dijpojal, and the gene- 
 rous permijjion to make ufe of their contents has 
 been widely employed in the compilation of Lyra 
 Mejftanica, The fame permijjion has been given, 
 and the Jame rejults have enjued, in the cafe of 
 Books privately printed, or printed for a particular 
 purpofe. But in each injlance of feleSion, regard 
 has been paid to the comparative notoriety of the 
 Hymn, and thofe Hymns have been generally 
 chofen which are lefs well known in an Englijh 
 form. Surrounded, as he has been, by fo much 
 of value from which to choofe, the main difficulty 
 which prejjed on the Editor was that of feleSion, 
 in order to adhere to the proportion of fpace 
 allotted for each Divifion of the Work, and to de- 
 
preface* xv 
 
 cide upon the claims, not of rival, but of duplicate, 
 triplicate, and Jbmetimes more oft repeated and 
 independent tranjlations of the Jame Hymn. And 
 it may be as well to Jlate, that in the choice of 
 verjions, to decide by the claims of merit between 
 the various tranjlations would have been at- 
 tended with much difficulty ; nor was the attempt 
 made. For it frequently happens that different 
 Jlanzas of the Jame Hymn, as well as the Jame 
 Jlanza, by different Tranjlators, are of very variable 
 merit. Hence, unlejs there is any marked Jupe- 
 riority in the rendering of any particular Hymn, 
 it is well nigh impojjible to ajfign a preference 
 between the verjions of thoje who are competent 
 at all to make poetical tranjlations. And the plan 
 adopted in the following ColleSion has been, to 
 JeleS from the Works of the firjl Tranjlators of the 
 day thofe verjions which appear to Jecure the 
 greatejl variety of metre, Jlyle, and treatment ; as 
 well to allow every Tranjlator to be fairly repre- 
 jented in each Part into which Lyra MeJJianica is 
 divided. 
 
 The titles of Works of theje two Clajfes, from 
 which contributions have been thankfully drawn, 
 will be found in the Index of Sources. But, amongfl 
 others, more ejpecial aid (which may be acknow- 
 ledged in this place,) has been derived from the fol- 
 lowing Books Hymns tranjlatedfrom thePariJian 
 Breviary (Rivingtons), 1839, by the Rev. Isaac 
 
Williams, B.D., the tranjlations of which firjl ap- 
 peared in the Britijh Magazine^ in the year 1830 ;* 
 Lyra Catholica^ containing all the Breviary and 
 Mijfal Hymns (Burns), 1840, by Edward Cas- 
 WALL ; and the well known Hymns for the Week 
 and Hymns for the Seafons (J. H. Parker), 1848 : 
 whiljl of unpublijhed Books, I am perhaps more 
 deeply indebted than to any other, to a Jmall and 
 mojl valuable colleSion of Occafional Hymns^ Ori- 
 ginal and Tranjlated^ 1862, by Herbert Kyn- 
 
 ASTON, D.D. 
 
 Theje are three of the Sources from which 
 the tranjlations of Ancient Hymns have been de- 
 rived which are collefted in the following pages. 
 The remaining Hymns have been reprinted from 
 Works which are neither out of print nor privately 
 ijjued, but which are widely known and extenjively 
 ujed. And, in addition to other Works of this 
 dajs, to which reference is duly niade in the Index 
 of Sources, Lyra Mejfianica is chiefly under obli- 
 gations, amongjl Hymnals, to the Church Hymn 
 and Tune Book (Rivingtons), 1855, by William 
 John Blew, M.A. ; and, amongjl Books for 
 devotional reading, to Lauda Syon^ or Ancient 
 Hy?nns of the Englijh and other Churches (Majlers), 
 1857, ^y John David Chambers, Ejq., M.A. 
 
 * By a miftake, It was ftated in the Preface to Lyra 
 Euchariftica^ that thefe Hymns were firft publifhed in the 
 year 1839. They were then reprinted in a Volume by 
 themfelves. 
 
|reface* xvii 
 
 From all theje Sources, thofe Hymns have in 
 general been jeleSed which are not contained in 
 Colleflions of which Hymns Ancient and Modern 
 are at once a type as well as a good example. It 
 Jeemed ujelejs to reprint verjions that have been 
 printed in and have obtained a well-dejerved re- 
 putation through the medium of a Work which, 
 with a rapidly increajing liJue, has circulated, 
 within the Jhort period of three years, upwards of 
 half a million of copies of jbme of the bejl Hymns 
 extant. 
 
 As the Origin whence the tranjlations from 
 Early and Middle-age Sources have been drawn 
 for Lyra MeJJianica is four-fold, ^o the dijlinc- 
 tively Englijh portions of the Book have aljb been 
 JeleSed from four jeparate Sources (i) Original 
 Hymns and Verjes ; (2) Poetry that is out of 
 print ; (3) privately printed pieces, or Juch as are 
 printed for a jpecial uje ; and (4) thoje that 
 have been publijhed within the lajl few years. 
 
 With refpeS to the latter clajs of Hymns and 
 Verjes, jeleftions have been made from the pub- 
 lijhed Works of mojl of the firjl Writers of Sacred 
 Verje of the prejent age. From the Works of one 
 Author, indeed, no pieces have been reprinted, 
 folely becauje reproduSion is needlejs, on account 
 of their world-wide acceptance wherever the Eng- 
 b 
 
xviii preface* 
 
 lijh language is fpoken : but the omijjion needs an 
 explanation, if not an apology, jince no CoUeflion 
 of modern Religious Poetry can be complete with- 
 out ]ele6lions from The Chriftian Tear, Upon the 
 Works of other living Writers of Verje, aljb, no con- 
 tributions have been levied ; partly, from inability 
 to provide fpace in which to do jujlice to their 
 Poetry by Jufficiently ample quotations ; and partly 
 from a want of fuccejs, in Jbme applications, for the 
 needful permijQlon to make uje of their Verjes. 
 From others, again, whoje leave has been freely 
 given, it has been impojjible to make more than a 
 jparing jeleflion of a few Hymns, where many 
 with advantage might have been chofen, to Jerve 
 as representative Hymns of the Authors in quejlion. 
 And as the Jpace at my dijpojal has been limited, 
 I have reludantly been obliged, in each Divijion 
 of Lyra Mejfianica^ to deny myjelf the fatisfaflion 
 of giving, in moji cajes, more than a Jingle Jpecimen 
 from the Verjes of each Writer. 
 
 The titles of the publijhed Books whence help 
 has been obtained will be found in the Index ; and 
 it is needlejs to particularize any of them here. 
 Nor is it necejQfary to refer to any of the privately 
 printed Hymns, Jince the names of the Authors are 
 invariably appended to their respective Verjes, in 
 the Table of Contents. And of the Books that 
 are out of print, from which extraSs have been 
 made, I would refer only to the Works of an Au- 
 
preface. xix 
 
 thor to whom is well not to forget that we owe a 
 debt of gratitude, as to one who Jlood in the fore- 
 front of thofe who dejired to rejlore the public uje of 
 Ancient Chrijlian Hymns, who himjelf was one of 
 the early tranjlators of fuch Hymns, and whoje own 
 compojitions bear the marks of appreciation for theje 
 old models in Hymnology I mean the late Bijhop 
 Mant. And I much regret that the want of jpace 
 alone has allowed me to benefit fo Sparingly from 
 the leave to make uje of the Bijhop's Works 
 the republication of which is much to be deJired, 
 kindly accorded by his Son, the Venerable the 
 Archdeacon of Down. 
 
 The jeleSion from modern Writers has been 
 confined to extraSs from thoje Works which have 
 been publijhed within the lajl thirty or forty years, 
 Jince the revived tajle for Ancient Compositions has 
 arijen. Thofe Authors have been chiefly chojen 
 whofe attention has been direded to the early 
 Hymnology of the Church ; who have, at one time 
 or another of their career, been engaged in trans- 
 lating from Latin or Greek Sources; who have 
 allowed themjelves to be influenced by Ancient 
 Hymns, even if they have not imitated them ; and 
 whofe jlyle has been refined by the Jludy of Compo- 
 fitions of a higher, purer, and more truly Chrijlian 
 order of Sacred Verfe. It was needful to decide 
 on fome limit with reference to the date of Modern 
 Hymns from which felelions are made. Of late. 
 
XX preface* 
 
 the bejl Hymns of the lajl, and of the early part 
 of the prefent, Century have been repeatedly 
 printed, and are accejjible in many cheap and 
 widely-circulated Hymn Books ; whiljl the entire 
 Works of fome Hymn Writers have lately been 
 reprinted, or are now in the courje of publication, 
 amongjl others by one, who in his intimate ac- 
 quaintance with Hymns by Englijh Authors is 
 probably Jecond to few living authorities, Mr. 
 Daniel Sedgwick. Hence it appeared to be 
 u]elej*s to extend the range beyond the bounds pro- 
 pofed ; and within the limits of the prejent age 
 there is an abundant Jcope for the JeleSion of 
 Hymns a period in the hijlory of the Hymnology 
 of the Church which has been lejs exhaujlively 
 treated than other eras, by the learned researches 
 of Sir RouNDELL Palmer, in his otherwife very 
 complete Book of Praife, 
 
 The Hymns and Verjes that are original will 
 Jpeak for themjelves. In each caje, affixed to 
 them, will be found the Signatures or Initials of their 
 rejpeSive Authors, with the exception of two 
 Anonymous pieces from Magazines. Some few of 
 thefe Poems have previoujly appeared in the pe- 
 riodical literature of the day, though not always 
 authenticated by the Writer's name. Other pieces, 
 again, have been re-written for the prejent Work ; 
 but in thefe, and Jimilar cafes, it has not been 
 thought necejfary to make further reference to the 
 quejlion of Origin or Authorjhip, than may be 
 
preface* xxi 
 
 gathered from the Preface, Table of Contents, or 
 Index of Sources. And this decifion has been 
 made after conjulting the wijhes of the Authors 
 themjelves. 
 
 In connexion with the fubjef! of Author/hip, 
 it is only needful to mention two or three other 
 points. Firjl, that the Hymns and Verjes in Lyra 
 Mejfian'ica are printed, (i) in the caje of republi- 
 cation, in every injlance where it was pojjible to 
 obtain leave, with the conjent of the Author or 
 Publijher ; and (2) verbatim^ as their Authors 
 wrote or revijed them. Whiljl, however, this 
 principle of exaS reproduSion has been objerved, 
 the privilege of omijfllon is claimed, and has been 
 exercifed to the exclujion of Jlanzas from original or 
 reprinted Hymns. Theje omijjions have been chiefly 
 made in the caje of the various forms of the Gloria^ 
 with which mojl Ancient Hymns are wont to end. 
 Theje concluding Jlanzas, though of great uje for 
 purpojes of jinging, and of much value in them- 
 jelves, were not thought to be ejjential in a Book 
 intended for devotional reading ; and as in many 
 of them there is necejjarily a certain amount of 
 jamenejs in compojition, and as the javing of jpace, 
 for the introdudion of other Hymns, was needful, 
 the Gloria in all Hymns has been omitted. 
 
 Secondly, no Author is to be held rejponjible for 
 any opinion or exprejjion contained in any thing 
 
xxii preface. 
 
 beyond his own Contribution to Lyra Mejfianica 
 In a CoUeftion like the prejent, juch a principle is 
 at the root of this and of all Jimilar combinations. 
 The doSrine of irrefponjibility, for all but perfonal 
 Contributions, is tacitly ajfumed ; but it is only fair 
 to many kind known and unknown Friends, who 
 have aided in the compilation, dijlindly to avow 
 this principle, as well as to draw attention to it. 
 With Jo many various Contributors, it is too much 
 to hope that no jlight differences of opinion will 
 be difcovered to exijl ; but it is confidently ajjerted 
 that nothing has been injerted in Lyra MeJJtanica 
 which is out of harmony with the Dodrine of the 
 Church of England. Whether or not, then, any 
 Theological discrepancies be objerved, each Contri- 
 butor is relieved from perjbnal rejponjibility for 
 any but perfonal Contributions. 
 
 Thirdly (and this is a point of but little moment) 
 there is the quejlion of orthography, punSuation, 
 and other matters typographical. I have unjuc- 
 cefsfuUy endeavoured to reduce to a fyjlem the 
 uje of Jlops in the following pages. With Con- 
 tributors who are ^o good as to take the trouble to 
 correft their own proofs, it is impojjible to obtain 
 uniformity ; but the benefit to the Work derived 
 from this pledge for accuracy, is not comparable 
 to the minor inconjijlencies in punSuation which 
 this courje involves. And at the expenje of frus- 
 trating my attempts at uniformity in the ufe of 
 Jlops, I have to thank thoje who have thus injured 
 
Preface* xxifi 
 
 fo large an amount of corre6!nefs in the prefs. The 
 uje of italic letters, to give that force to exprejjions 
 which the words themjelves Jhould convey without 
 the aid of typographical peculiarities has been 
 avoided ; and brackets, dajhes, inverted commas, 
 and notes of admiration have been but Jparingly 
 employed. It is thought that in this reJpeS the 
 jlyle of printing cannot be too jimple and unde- 
 monjlrative ; and the dajh has been made to do 
 duty not only as a mark of abrupt change of idea, 
 but aljb in the place of the ordinary bracket, as 
 well as injlead of inverted commas, to indicate the 
 words of a Speaker. In orthography, a greater 
 meajure of juccejs has been attained than in the 
 uje of Jlops ; and in particular, the inarticulated 
 vowel ^, which is jbmetimes omitted in favour of an 
 apojlrophe, in the final jyllable, has been allowed 
 in Lyra MeJJianica^ in accordance with the cujlom 
 of many Writers, to retain its proper pojition. As 
 the Volume is printed and bound in a Jlyle which 
 is not modern, other typographical arrangements 
 have been made with a view to conjijlency ; and 
 in the uje of capital letters a cujlom has been 
 followed, which it is believed obtained, though not 
 at all uniformly, of old. 
 
 In addition to Hymns which are in any fenje 
 Englijh, and to thofe which are rendered from 
 Ancient Eajlern or Wejlern Sources, Lyra MeJJl- 
 
xxiv i^reface^ 
 
 anica contains many Hymns and Verjes tranjlated 
 from Modern Languages, many from the German, 
 and a few from the Italian, Spanijh, and Swedijh, 
 mojl of the latter and many of the former being now 
 for the firjl time printed. The fame kindnejs which 
 has been Jhewn with reference to Jbme tranjlations 
 from the Latin which are out of print, has aljb been 
 received in the caje of Sacred HymnSj tranjlated 
 from the German (Pickering), 1840, by Frances 
 Elizabeth Cox ; and Mifs Cox has been fo good 
 as to re-write or revije the Hymns which have 
 been Jelefled from her valuable ColleSion, as well 
 as to add to the jlore of Hymns from the German 
 in Lyra MeJJianica j*everal new renderings not 
 previoujly publijhed. Amongjl other Modern 
 Authors, the following pages contain jpecimens of 
 the poetical Works of Laurence Peterjen of Up- 
 Jala, of S. Alphonjb Liguori, of Gongora, Cal- 
 deron, and Luis de Leon ; and of German Writers, 
 whiljl Jeveral Hymns pojjejs no dijlinguijhing 
 name, e.g., amongjl others, thoje from the Hymn 
 Book of the Dioceje of Treves, others again may 
 be referred to fuch Authors as Nicolai of the xvi. 
 Century, E. Lange, G. Sacer, and Paul Gerhard 
 of the xvii. Century, Garve, and G. Gellert, 
 Count ZinzendorfF and Novalis of the lajl or 
 prejent Century. 
 
 In concluding this portion of the Preface, it 
 need only be added that the main charaSeriJlic of 
 
^Sreface^ xxv 
 
 the Hymns and Verfes publijhed in the following 
 pages is their definite and objeSive enunciation 
 of dogmatic Truth. Hymns, the features of 
 which are chiefly jubjeSive and devotional, have 
 aljb found a place in the Colledion. But that 
 which has not hitherto been effeSed, has been 
 attempted in Lyra Mejjianica^ the ColleSion, 
 namely, of a large body of Hymns from many 
 Sources, Ancient and Modern, on each of the 
 leading Events or chiefejl Myjleries in the Life 
 of our Blejjed Lord ; Hymns, moreover, which 
 Jhall diJlinSively teach the Catholic Faith on the 
 FaSs which form the JubjeSs of the feveral 
 Divifions of the Work. The refult of the attempt, 
 at the leajl, has been this that in Lyra MeJJianica 
 will be found many of the bejl efforts of Authors 
 and Tranjlators of the prefent age, who, without 
 anything approaching to formal organization, and 
 apart from all beyond a general Jympathy in the 
 Work, to a greater or a lejs extent acknowledge 
 the principles to which this CoUedion of Hymns 
 and Verjes owes its origin. And I take this op- 
 portunity to acknowledge my obligations publicly, 
 as I have in private exprejjed my hearty thanks 
 to all and to each of the many Contributors to 
 Lyra Mefftanica^ who have, in different ways, 
 helped me with their counfel, their knowledge, 
 and their talents, in this labour of love. Nor may 
 I forget to be grateful to thofe Publijhers who have 
 janSioned the re-publication of that which is in 
 
xxvi preface* 
 
 faS their literary property, and one in which they 
 pojjejs a pecuniary interejl, upon the jimple con- 
 dition, where any was required a condition which 
 was jelf-impojed, and has always been objerved 
 that due acknowledgment of permijjion Jhould be 
 made. 
 
 Lyra MeJJtanica is divided into Six Parts. 
 I. Advent, or Hymns and Verjes on the firjl and 
 fecond Advent of our Blejfed Lord. In this 
 Part are contained many Hymns of the prejent 
 and former ages which look back to the firjl, and 
 look onward to the Jecond Coming of Christ. 
 Amongjl the many pieces of Sacred Verje which 
 have Advent for their jubjed, it was difficult at 
 once to keep within due bounds, and to give Jpe- 
 cimens which at all represent the number or the 
 value of the Poems compofed for this Seajbn of the 
 Church. Hymns on the kindred fubjeds of the 
 Four Lajl Things Death, Judgment, Heaven, 
 and Hell have aljb been added to this Divijion 
 to Jecure variety in its treatment. II. The In- 
 carnation is the title of the Second Part. And 
 this gives a fitting title to Juch Hymns as treat of 
 the Annunciation at Nazareth, and the Nativity 
 at Bethlehem. It was at one time contemplated 
 to include in this Divijion the Circumcijion, 
 Purification, and the Early Life of our LoRD,"and 
 thus to afford a more complete view than is given 
 of the Hymnological hijlory of the Holy Child- 
 
^ttUtt. xxvii 
 
 hood. But as Hymns on the two more prominent 
 Events accumulated, thoje on the lej^er Myjleries 
 were reludantly abandoned. III. The Epiphany 
 and Transfiguration, the fubjeSs of the next 
 Divijion, fupply Verfes on the Epiphany in 
 Humility in the Manger, and on the Epiphany in 
 Glory on the Mount. Here again, the many 
 other Epiphanies of Holy Scripture have been 
 over-pajjed in favour of theje memorable ones. 
 There exijls, however, a large body of ancient 
 Hymns on JiibjeSs which would juitably be ranged 
 under this heading, as filling a gap between the 
 Birth and the Minijlry, juch as the Baptijm in 
 Jordan, the Temptation in the Wildernejs, the 
 beginning of Miracles, and others, to which at- 
 tention may profitably be drawn ; whiljl fome 
 Writers have of late attempted to work out the 
 teaching of the Church at this Jeafon, in Verje, 
 more pointedly than has hitherto been effeSed. 
 The firjl of the jubjeSs Jele6!ed was chofen for 
 its wide-fpread popularity, to jpeak with reve- 
 rence, with Writers of Hymns : the latter, on 
 account of the very few Compojitions which can 
 be found to illujlrate its lejjbns. That the 
 Transfiguration is a negleSedfubje^ with Englijh 
 Authors is not to be wondered at, when we consi- 
 der that whereas mojt modern Hymns are written 
 for public ufe in Church, the Fejlival which com- 
 memorates the Myjlery of Tabor finds no place 
 amongjl the greater Holydays in the Englijh 
 
xxviii ^VZtatt* I 
 
 Kalendar, and is but Jeldom commemorated even 
 as a minor Fejlival, Of old, however, it was 
 otherwije ; and Lyra Mejfiantca contains many ; 
 pieces on this JubjeS for the firjl time tranjlated 
 into Englifh. 
 
 The PaJJion is a fubjeS rather for a Volume of 
 Hymns than for a Part in a ColleSion of Sacred 
 Verje. This -is Divijion IV. in the following 
 pages ; and a larger jpace has been allotted to its 
 treatment than to any other Part. The Betrayal, 
 the Agony in the Garden, the Apprehenjion and j 
 the Judgment, the Via Doloroja, the Crucifixion, 
 the Seven Lajl Words, the Death of our Blejjed 
 Lord, His Entombment, and the myjlerious and 
 hujhed interval we call Eajler Eve, amongjl other 
 details of the Sacred PaJJion, jupply materials 
 for this Divifion of the Book. V. Eajler and the 
 ReJurreSion naturally follow in the fifth place : ; 
 and VI., they, in turn, are Jucceeded by the Ajcen- \ 
 Jion of Christ and the Dejcent of God the Holy 
 Ghost, with which the Volume clofes. Pentecojl, 
 as the fulfilment of the Seajbn of AJcenJion, is not 
 inharmonioujly joined with it in a ColleSion of 
 VerJe. And, as in the caje of the Epiphany and \ 
 Transfiguration, evidence is not wanting which 
 Jhows the union, hymnologically, in the mind of 
 the ancient Church between the Seajbn and the 
 Feajl : Jo, aljb, the uje of Hymns for AJcenJion- 
 
IBreface. xxix 
 
 Tide and Pentecojl is not very clearly defined ; 
 fince Afcenjion Hymns in one Office Book are 
 jbmetimes found under the divijion of Whitjun- 
 tide in another, and Pentecojlal Hymns are not 
 unfrequently Jung in and after the Odave of the 
 Afcenjion, during the week which formerly was 
 known by the name of ExpeSation Week. 
 
 It will be Jeen that the Hymns in this ColleSion 
 are arranged according to the Jequence of Events 
 in the Life of Christ, and that they overlap thoje 
 Myjleries, on the one hand, by the anticipation of 
 His Advent, and, on the other, by the com- 
 memoration, after His Departure, of the Defcent 
 of His Holy Spirit. Lyra MeJJianica thus 
 follows the leading of the Church, in the chain of 
 Fejlival and Fajl, of Holyday and Seajbn ap- 
 pointed to be objerved in that portion of the 
 Chrijlian Year which is devoted to Doflrinal 
 teaching, from Advent to Trinity Sunday. And 
 whiljl the Book does not pretend, in the jeleflion 
 of Hymns, to follow the Church's guidance, Jtep 
 by Jlep, throughout each Event in her Lord's Life; 
 yet it has made the attempt to group around the 
 chiefejl Landmarks in His Earthly Sojourn as 
 large a body of Verje, Ancient and Modern, on 
 each feparate Myjlery, as the /pace allotted to Juch 
 poetical illujlration permitted. 
 
XXX preface* 
 
 It only remains for me to give a Jhort analyjis 
 of the Contents of Lyra Mejfianica^ and then to 
 mention the Names or Signatures of thoje to whom 
 
 1 am indebted either for original or reprinted Con- 
 tributions, and of thoje from whofe Works I have 
 been able to quote. 
 
 Of the Hymns and Verjes contained in thefe 
 pages, the following is an abJlraS. The Col- 
 lection conjijls of 343 pieces. And the firjl divi- 
 Jion which may be made, jeparates Englijh Hymns 
 from thofe which owe their origin to a Foreign 
 Source. About one-half of the Volume is devoted 
 to either clajs of compositions : whiljl of the 1 7 1 or 
 172 Hymns from Ancient, Mediaeval, or Foreign 
 Sources, the larger proportion, or about 90 pieces, 
 are tranjlations from Latin originals, 16 or 17 are 
 from the Greek Office Books, and of the remainder, 
 
 2 are from the Swedijh, 3 have an Italian origin, 5 
 may be found in Spanijh writers, and 21 can 
 claim a German extraSion. Of the Hymns which 
 are purely Englijh, about 90, in their prejent 
 form, may be termed original. Mojl of the mo- 
 dern Foreign Verjes are new tranjlations. More 
 than one-half of the Greek Hymns are for the firjl 
 time publijhed in Verje. And of the Hymns 
 from the Latin, a large proportion are abjblutely 
 new to Englijh Readers, and many of the remainder 
 are frejh verjions of formerly rendered Hymns. 
 
preface. xxxi 
 
 The Names of the Contributors to Lyra Mejft- 
 anica are printed in alphabetical order : they are as 
 follows Henry Alford ; Anonymous (2) ; 
 R. H. Baynes ; R. Meux Benson ; Edwin 
 L. Blenkinsopp ; William J. Blew ; G. 
 Bourne ; L. Bourne ; C. Ingham Black ; 
 Matthew Bridges; H. R.B; Cecilia Mary 
 Caddell ; Edward Caswall ; C. B. Cay- 
 ley ; John David Chambers ; Edward 
 Churton; a Clergyman (Morning Thoughts) 
 W. J. C. ; Frances Elizabeth Cox ; G. V. C. 
 George W. Cox; Arthur Cleveland Coxe 
 G.Daniel; W. Chatterton Dix; W. H. D. 
 Editors of the Parish Hymn Book ; Fre- 
 derick William Faber; William B. Flow- 
 er; Charles L. Ford; Dora Greenwell; 
 T. Grinfield ; Archer Gurney ; J. Mid- 
 dletonHare; R. S. Hawker; John William 
 Hewett; R. M. H.; J.M. H.; Reginald He- 
 ber; W. WalshamHow; F. C. Husenbeth; 
 C. E. Kennaway ; F. W. Kittermaster ; 
 Herbert K ynaston ; Frederick George Lee ; 
 H. L. L. ; Richard F, Littledale ; Helen 
 Lowe; Richard Mant; Richard Massie ; 
 Henry Hart Milman ; M. ; John S. B. 
 MoNSELL ; H. M. ; A. M. M. ; Gerard 
 Moultrie ; John Mason Neale ; John 
 Henry Newman ; William A. Newman ; 
 Phipps Onslow ; H. Nutcombe Oxenham ; 
 Emily L J. Palin ; W. Palin ; F. Turner 
 
xxxii preface, 
 
 P ALGRAVE ; Greville Phillimore ; Adelaide 
 A. Procter ; W. Sterne Raymond ; Chris- 
 tina G. RossETTi; C. S. ; L Gregory Smith ; 
 John George Smith; Henry Thompson; 
 Richard Chenevix Trench ; Henry Trend ; 
 R. S. Trend ; J. Stanley Tute ; Aubrey de 
 Vere ; Voice of Christian Life in Song 
 (Author of); T.Whytehead; C. A.M.W.; 
 W. ; Isaac Williams ; Philip Stanhope 
 WORSLEY ; K. Y. 
 
 Orby Shipley. 
 
 Septuagefima, 
 A.D. 1864. 
 
Contents. 
 
 Part I.* 
 
 anient 
 
 THE FIRST AND SECOND ADVENT. 
 
 No. I. 
 
 ALUS aeterna, indeficiens Mundi Vita. 
 
 A Sequence from the Sarum 
 
 Mijfal. . . . A.M.M. 
 
 2. Gravi me terrore pulfas vitae Dies 
 
 ultima. 
 
 A Hymn of S, Peter Damiani^ 
 
 XI. Century, 
 Philip Stanhope Worsley 
 
 3. Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimine. 
 
 A Hymn of Philipp Nicolai . 155 6 1608. 
 
 Frances Elizabeth Cox 
 
 4. Deliverance . . William Chatterton Dix 
 
 5. Christi Caterva clamitat. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the ix. Century, 
 
 Phipps Onslow 
 
 6. Prepare to meet thy God. 
 
 Richard Meux Benson 
 
 Page 
 
 * The Hymns are not numbered in the Text ; but by a reference 
 to the Page they can at once be found both in the Table of Con- 
 tents and Index of Firft Lines. 
 
xxxiv Contenw* 
 
 No. ^ Page 
 
 7. Jesu, Defenfor omnium. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the Mozarabic Breviary. 
 
 William John Blew 8 
 
 8. The Rule of Life .... George Daniel 9 
 
 9. The Dew of BlefTmg . Gerard Moultrie 10 
 
 10. Der Herr bricht ein, um Mitternacht. 
 
 A Hymn ofZinzendorff. 1708 1 760. H. L. L. 11 
 
 1 1 . Twv Wjuepav tv <ppiitrriv. 
 
 An Ode of S. Theodore of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
 tury John Mason Neale 12 
 
 12. Death Edward Caswall 13 
 
 13. The Chariot! the Chariot ! . Bishop Heber 14 
 
 14. The Advent Antiphons. 
 
 Henry Nutcombe Oxenham 15 
 
 15. Scarce difcerning ought . . . . G. Bourne 17 
 
 16. Exiit cunis pretiofus Infans. 
 
 A Midnight Hymn of the Paris Bre'uiary, by 
 Charles Coffin of Rheims. Isaac Williams 19 
 
 17. TheMyfteryof Emmanuel. G.HuntSmyttan 20 
 
 18. The Lord's Knocking. Herbert Kynaston 21 
 
 19. Christe, Fili fummi Patris. 
 
 A Hymn of Innocent ///., xii. Century, 
 
 George W. Cox 22 
 
 20. Hark ! through the lonely Wafte. Bishop Mant 24 
 
 21. An Advent Prayer C. A. M. W. 25 
 
 22. Creator alme Siderum. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the iv. Century y from the 
 
 Breviary W. J. C. 26 
 
 23. The Two Advents . . . Archer Gurney 27 
 
 24. I know you not . Christina G. Rossetti 28 
 
 25. *0 Kupio? 'i^'X^rai. 
 
 An Ode of S, Theodore of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
 tury John Mason Neale 29 
 
 26. The World is grown old . . Bishop Heber 31 
 
 27. Patris nefando Crimine. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn from the Paris Bre'viary, by 
 Charles Coffin of Rheims . . W. J. Blew 32 
 
 28. Parted from Thee for evermore . . . K.Y. 32 
 
 29. The Voice of one that cries . Henry Alford 34 
 
 30. Regnantem Sempiterna per Saecla fufceptura. 
 
 A Sequence from the Sarum Mijfal. 
 
 John William Hewett 34 
 
Contents. xxxv 
 
 No. Page 
 
 31. The Son of Man ihall come. 
 
 Parish Hymn Book 35 
 
 32. Dies FInalis .... Matthew Bridges 36 
 
 33. Statua decreto Dei. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the Parijian Bre'viary, by 
 Charles Coffin of Rheims . . I. Williams 38 
 
 34. Lord, are there few that be faved ? 
 
 Morning Thoughts 39 
 
 35. I heard a Voice at the Matin Chime. 
 
 C. E. Kennaway 40 
 
 36. Cun<5lorum Rex omnipotens. 
 
 From the Mozarabic Bre^uiary. 
 
 I. Gregory Smith 41 
 
 37. Ecce ! Vocat Deus R. M. H. 42 
 
 38. Surely I come quickly . John S. B. MoNSELL 43 
 
 39. Prope eft claritudinis magnae Dies. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal of PoiSiiers, xvi. 
 Century . , . John William Hewett 44 
 
 40. Enoch and Elias . , John Henry Newman 45 
 
 41. TheStarofGladnefs. Richard Meux Benson 46 
 
 42. O Lord, Who in Thy wondrous Love. 
 
 William Walsham How 47 
 
 43. Ach, was ift doch unfre Zeit. 
 
 From the German. Frances Elizabeth Cox 47 
 
 44. Sanftae Syon adfunt Encaenia. 
 
 A Sequence from the Drontheim Miffal^ of the 
 XVI. Century . . . Phipps Onslow 49 
 
 45. A Midnight Hymn of the Greek Church. 
 
 Gerard Moultrie 50 
 
 46. The Call of the Chriftian Pilgrims. 
 
 J. W. Hewett 52 
 
 47. Dies ilia. Dies Vitae. 
 
 A Hymn of the xii. Century, 
 
 The Voice of Christian Life in Song 53 
 
xxxvi Contents* 
 
 Part II. 
 
 THE ANNUNCIATION AND NAT IF ITT 
 OF OUR BLESSED LORD. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 48. Wir fingen dir, Immanuel. 
 
 A Hymn of Paul Gerhard. 1606 1676. 
 
 Frances Elizabeth Cox 55 
 
 An Ode of S. John Damafcene, viii. Century. 
 
 W. Chatterton Dix 57 
 
 50. Laetare ! Puerpera. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal of Noyon. 
 
 J. W. Hewett 58 
 
 51. A Sonnet on the Nativity. 
 
 From the SpaniJIi of Gongora . 1561 1627. 
 
 Edward Churton 59 
 
 52. The Manger-Throne . W. Chatterton Dix 60 
 
 53. Jubilemus Salvatori. 
 
 A Profe of Adam of S. FiSior, xii. Century. 
 
 J. M. H. 61 
 
 54. Before the paling of the Stars. C. G. Rossetti 63 
 
 55. Tu fcendi dalle (telle. 
 
 From the Italian of S. Alphonfo Liguori. 
 
 F. C. Husenbeth 64 
 
 56. The Birth of the Chriftian's Day. L. Bourne 6$ 
 
 57. Lux eft orta Gentllibus. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal ofNoyon. A. M. M. 66 
 
 58. Dormi! FiLi, dormi ! 
 
 An Ancient Latin Hymn , . Henry Trend 67 
 
 59. PuER natus in Bethlehem. 
 
 A Hymn of the xiv. Century. 
 
 Richard Frederick Littledale 69 
 
 60. Ave! Maria Archer Gurnet 70 
 
 61. In Natali Domini. 
 
 A Hymn of the XIV. Century. R.F. Littledale 71 
 
 62. The Moon that now is fhining. 
 
 Adelaide A. Procter 72 
 
Content^. xxxvu 
 
 No. Page 
 
 63. Neuo-ov TTfU vfjivov^f oixetSv svspyera. 
 
 An Ode of S, John Damafcene^ viii. Century, 
 
 William Chatterton Dix 74. 
 
 64. The Myftery of the Incarnation. 
 
 G. Hunt Smyttan 75 
 dK,, O ter faecundas, O ter jucundas. 
 
 A Hymn of Mauburn, xv. Century. 
 
 Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 76 
 66. Hark ! heard ye not the ancient Seer ? 
 
 Bishop Mant 77 
 Sj. O Nox vel medio fplendior die. 
 
 A Matin Hymn from the Amiens Breviary. 
 
 W. J. Blew 78 
 
 68. To Christ the Lord . John S. B. Monsell 79 
 
 69. The Holy Child Christ . . . W. C. Dix 80 
 
 70. Heu ! Quid jaces Stabulo ? 
 
 A Hymn of Mauburn, xv. Century, 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 81 
 
 71. Haec ilia folemnis Dies. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the Parijian Bre^viary. San- 
 tolius Fictorinus, xvii. Century. 
 
 Isaac Williams 82 
 
 72. The Star in the Eaft. John Middleton Hare 83 
 
 73. Cceleftis Ales nuntiat. 
 
 A Midnight Hymn from the Paris Bremary. 
 Santolius Fictorinus ^ xvii. Century. 
 
 Isaac Williams 84 
 
 74. Sonent Regi Nato nova Cantica. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal of Angers, xvi. 
 Century J. W. Hewett 85 
 
 75. The Child Jesus : a Cornifh Carol. 
 
 R. S. Hawker 86 
 
 76. Afar the Eaftern Sky is glowing. 
 
 A Chriftmas Hymn ofNo'valis. Helen Lowe 87 
 
 77. Sleep! Holy Babe . . Edward Caswall 89 
 
 78. A Solis ortus cardine. 
 
 A Cento from a Hymn of S. Ambrofe, xv. Cen- 
 tury . . . W. J. C. 90 ^ 
 
 79. Night fpreads her fable Veil. 
 
 F. Wilson Kittermaster 92 
 
 80. Tevou? (SpoTEioy TW avATrXttcrtv itaKcu. 
 
 An Ode of S. John Damafcene^ viii. Century. 
 
 W. C. Dix 93 
 
xxxviii Contents* 
 
 No. Page 
 
 8i. Son of God, before Thee. 
 
 G. Hunt Smyttan 94 
 
 82. Nato nobis Salvatore. 
 
 A Profe of Adam of S. FiSioVy xii. Century. 
 
 A. M. M. 95 
 
 83. A Chriftmas Carol. 
 
 From the Spanijh of Gongora^ 1561 1627. 
 
 Edward Churton 97 
 
 84. Chriftmas Morning Hymn. 
 
 Charles Ingham Black 98 
 
 85. Lux eft orta Gentibus. 
 
 A Profe of Adam of S. FiSior^ xii. Century, 
 
 J. M. H. 99 
 
 86. O Come ! Creator Spirit. 
 
 An Ancient Latin Hymn, 
 
 William John Blew ioi 
 
 87. Tw ""E^sfx B^Qxesfx hoi^z, S'sDte I'^a^^Ev. 
 
 A Poem of S. Rom anus the Melodiji, vi. Cen- 
 tury . W. C. Dix 102 
 
 88. Stars of Glory, fhine more brightly. 
 
 F. C. HUSENBETH 102 
 
 89. Come ye Lofty, come ye Lowly. 
 
 Archer Gurney 104 
 
 90. 'Twas Midnight . . . . R. S. Trend 105 
 
 91. Caelum guade ! Terra plaude ! 
 
 A Hymn of Peter the Fenerable, xii. Century. 
 
 Phipps Onslow 106 
 
 92. Thrice bleffed fruitful Theme of Mirth . W. 108 
 
 93. Mundi falus Qui nafceris. 
 
 A Compline Hymn from the Paris Breviary. 
 
 Isaac Williams 108 
 
 94. Auf ! fchicke di6l. 
 
 A Hymn of C. Gellert, 171 5 1769. 
 
 Frances Elizabeth Cox 109 
 
 95. Aofa Iv v<^ia-roi<; Gboo. 
 
 An Ode of S, John Damafcene^ viii. Century. 
 
 W. C. Dix III 
 
 96. The Cedar of Lebanon: A Carol. 
 
 Richard Frederick Littledale m 
 
 97. When the World flept. 
 
 Frederick George Lee 113 
 
Content^. xxxix 
 
 Part III. 
 
 ^f)e Cpiplianp anu transfiguration. 
 
 THE EPIPHANT AT BETHLEHEM, AND 
 
 THE TRANSFIGURATION 
 
 ON TABOR. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 98. The Shadow of the Star. 
 
 Gerard Moultrie 115 
 
 99. Maglftati Sacro San6^as. 
 
 An Ancient Sequence, I. Gregory Smith 117 
 
 100. Quicunque Christum quaeritis. 
 
 A Breviary Hymn for Matins. 
 
 John Henry Newman 119 
 
 101. Tabor, Calvary, and Olivet. 
 
 F. C. Husenbeth 119 
 
 102. Prima viftricis Fidei corona. 
 
 A Vefber Hymn from the Breviary of Noyon, 
 
 W. H. D. 121 
 
 103. The Epiphany of Tabor . . . A. M. M. 122 
 
 104. Magnum nobis Guadium. 
 
 A Hymn of W, Lo'vell, from the Amiens 
 Library, xvi. Century. 
 
 Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 124 
 
 105. En Perfici ex orbis fmu. 
 
 A Hymn of Prudentius, iv. Century. 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 125 
 
 106. Enthroned upon the Mountain-height. 
 
 Morning Thoughts 126 
 
 107. Hoc juffa quondam rumpimus. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the Parijian Bre'viary. 
 Santolius Fi^orinus, xiii. Century. 
 
 Isaac Williams 127 
 
 108. A Carol of the Kings: an Armenian Myth. 
 
 R. S. Hawker 128 
 
xi Contents;* 
 
 No. Page 
 
 109. Quam nos potenter allicis. 
 
 A Midnight Hymn of the Parijian Bre^viary, 
 Santolius Fidorinus, xvii. Century. 
 
 Isaac Williams 129 
 
 1 10. Brighteft and beft of the Sons of the Morning. 
 
 Bishop Heber 131 
 
 111. Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium. 
 
 A Matin Hymn of S. Bernard^ from the Paris 
 Bre'viary .... Isaac Williams 131 
 
 112. All Nations of the Earth, rejoice. 
 
 J. W. Hewett 133 
 
 113. Haec eft Dies fumme grata. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal of Saintes, xv. 
 Century . Charles Ingham Black 134 
 114.. Through the filent Midnight Hours. 
 
 Morning Thoughts 136 
 
 115. Linquunt tela Maji principis Urbis. 
 
 A Hymn of Charles Coffin, from the Paris 
 Bre'viary for Lauds, 1676 1749. 
 
 John David Chambers 137 
 
 116. Laudes Deo, dicat per omnia. 
 
 A Sequence from the Utrecht Mijfal, xvi. 
 Century H. R. B. 139 
 
 117. Hue vos, O Miferi, Surda relinquite. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn from the Parifian Bre^viary. 
 Charles Coffin, 1676 1 749 . . 
 
 John David Chambers 141 
 
 118. The Guiding Star. W Chatterton Dix 143 
 
 119. Christ, through grief and toil we come. 
 
 Parish Hymn Book 144 
 
 120. O nata Lux de Lumine. 
 
 A Hymnfro?n the Sarum Bre-uiaryfor Lauds, 
 XI. Century . . . . W.J. Blew 145 
 
 121. Im Abend blinkt der Morgenftern. 
 
 A Hymn of E, Lange, 1650 1727. 
 
 Frances "E. Cox 146 
 
 122. Thou That art the Father's Word. 
 
 Henry Alford 147 
 
 123. Qua lapfu tacito Stella loquacibus. 
 
 A Midnight Hymn of Charles Coffin, from the 
 Parijian Bre'viary, 1676 1 749 . 
 
 Isaac Williams 148 
 
Contents* xU 
 
 No. Page 
 
 124. The Three-fold Oblation. 
 
 John Stanley Tute 149 
 
 125. Nuntium vobis fero de Supernis. 
 
 A Matin Hymn from the Anglo-Saxon Hym- 
 naries J. D. Chambers 149 
 
 126. An Evening Epiphany Hymn. W. J. Blew 150 
 
 127. Gold, Frankincenfe, and Myrrh. A. Gurney 151 
 
 128. Laetetur hodie Matris Ecclefiae fanfta devotio. 
 
 A Sequence from the Liege Mijfal, xvi. Cen- 
 tury . . . Charles Ingham Black 152 
 
 129. As Stars of Night . Thomas Grinfield 153 
 
 130. Bethlehem and Tabor. . . . W. C. Dix 154 
 
 131. God Manifeft in the Flefh. J. S. B. Monsell 156 
 
 132. O Sator rerum Reparator aevi. 
 
 A Matin Hymn from the Sarum Bre^viary, 
 XVI. Century .... W. J. Blew 157 
 
 133. The Magi at the Manger. . T. Grinfield 158 
 
 1 34. Novum Sidus exoritur. 
 
 A Sequence from a Coblentz, MS. of the xv. 
 Century .... Phipfs Onslow 159 
 
 135. On Tabor's Mount. . Morning Thoughts 160 
 
 136. O fola magnarum Urbium. 
 
 A Hymn ofPrudentiuSy V. Century. 
 
 Henry Trend 161 
 
 137. There are Three Gifts R. M. H. 162 
 
 138. Cceleftis Formam Gloriae. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the xv. Century ^ from the 
 Sarum Bre^viary . . J. D. Chambers 163 
 
 139. Lux alma Jesu. 
 
 A Bre'viary Hymn for Lauds. 
 
 John Henry Newman 164 
 
 140. Quae Stella fole pulchrior ? 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the Paris Bre'viary, of 
 Charles Coffin of Rheims . W. J. Blew 164 
 
xiii Contentef* 
 
 Part IV. 
 
 THE BETRATJLy PJSSION, CRUCI- 
 FIXION, AND ENTOMBMENT. 
 
 No. Pa 
 
 141. Good Friday .... Archer Gurney i( 
 14.2. Afpice infami Deus Ipfe Ligno. 
 
 A Matin Hymn from the Breviary. 
 
 Edward Caswall i( 
 
 143. How fhall I look upon that Brow ? . K. Y. i( 
 
 144. Ecquis binas Columblnas. 
 
 An Ancient Latin Hymn . Henry Trend i^ 
 
 145. The Grief of Pleafures. Philip S. Worsley i\ 
 
 146. The Holy Sepulchre . I. Gregory Smith i^ 
 
 147. Das Kreutz ift dennoch gut. 
 
 A Hymn from the German of G, Terjleegen. 
 
 H. L. L. 1 
 
 148. Schola Crucis, Schola Lucis. 
 
 Dora Greenwell i' 
 
 149. Veneremur Crucis Lignum. 
 
 A Sequence from the Drontheim Mijfal, xvi. 
 Century C. I. Black i 
 
 150. The Way of Sorrows. W. Chatterton Dix i 
 
 151. The Dying Words of Jesus. 
 
 From the German . . Charles L. Ford i 
 
 152. The Lord of Might from Sinai's Brow. 
 
 Bishop Heber i 
 
 153. The Crown of Thorns. 
 
 From the Latin . . Philip S. Worsley i 
 
 154. O quam Felix, quam Praeclara. 
 
 A Profe of Adam of S. Fi^or, xii. Century, 
 Herbert Kynaston 
 
 155. Father! forgive them . George Daniel 
 
 156. The Crofs of Christ. William B. Flower 
 
 157. He defcended Into Hell. G. Hunt Smyttan 
 
 158. The Redemption . John Stanley Tute 
 
 159. Crucify! O Crucify ! . Archer Gurney 
 
Conwntsf* xiiii 
 
 No. Page 
 
 1 60. My God, My God, why haft Thou forfaken 
 
 Me? . . . Cecilia Mary Caddell 192 
 
 161. Jesu, Manus, Pedes, Caput. 
 
 A Hymn from the Bre'vtary of Noyon. 
 
 Henry Thompson 193 
 
 162. Self-facrifice .... Aubrey De Vere 194 
 
 163. Crux benedI6la nitet, Dominus qua Carne 
 
 pependit. 
 A Hymn of Venantius Fortunatus^ vi. Century, 
 The Voice of Christian Life in Song 195 
 
 164. A Hymn in Holy Week . Arthur C. CoxE 196 
 
 165. Is it nothing to you, all ye that pafs by ? 
 
 John S. B. Monsell 197 
 
 166. He defcended into Hell . Archer Gurney 199 
 
 167. Salve! Tropaeum gloriae. 
 
 A Hymn of Venerable Bede, viii. Century, 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 199 
 
 168. Darkly frowns the Evening Sky. 
 
 Greville Phillimore 200 
 
 169. Ave! Crucis dulce Lignum. 
 
 An Ancient Latin MS. Sequence . . M. 202 
 
 170. I thirft. 
 
 Tranjlatedfrom CaJJimir. W. A. Newman 203 
 
 171. Hail ! that Head with Sorrows bowing. 
 
 After S, Bernard , . Henry Alford 203 
 
 172. O Christ, O Saviour Dear. JohnS.Tute 204 
 
 173. Lord Jesu, when we ftand afar. W. W. How 205 
 
 174. Wednefday before Eafter . W. B. Flower 206 
 
 175. If I have only Him. 
 
 From No'valis .... Helen Lowe 207 
 
 176. When God came down from Heaven. 
 
 H. H. MiLMAN 208 
 
 177. Blood is the Price of Heaven. F. W. Faber 209 
 
 178. The Defcent from the Crofs. H. Kynaston 211 
 
 179. It is finifhed! . . . George Daniel 212 
 
 180. The Tombof Jofeph . . Archer Gurney 213 
 
 181. I thirft .... Cecilia Mary Caddell 214 
 
 182. A Litany of the Paffion C. S. 215 
 
 183. Vexilla Regis prodeunt. 
 
 A Hymn of Venantius Fortunatus, vi. Century. 
 
 Richard Massie 216 
 
 184. Christ in Hades . . Charles L. Ford 217 
 
xiiv Content0^ 
 
 No. 
 
 185. Cmx, ave ! benedi6la. 
 
 An Ancient Latin Hymn. P. S. Worsley 
 
 186. Lo ! on the inglorious Tree. 
 
 From the Fribourg Bre^viary, W. J. Blew 219 
 
 187. Lo! I come to do Thy Will . J. M. Hare 220 
 
 188. Hue ad jugum Calvariae. 
 
 A Latin Hymn of the xvi. Century. 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 221 
 
 189. Gethfemane .... Thomas Grinfield 223 
 
 190. Christ to the Daughters of Jerufalem. 
 
 William A. Newman 224 
 
 191. Wednefday before Eafter. Archer Gurney 226 
 
 192. Hearts-Eafe . . . . G. Hunt Smyttan 227 
 
 193. Thoughts on the Death of our Blefled Saviour. 
 
 F. C. HUSENBETH 227 
 
 194. Jesu, meae deJiciae. 
 
 A Hymn of the xv. Century . . . . L. 229 
 
 195. Ein Lammlein geht und tragt die Schuld. 
 
 A Hymn of Paul Gerhard, 1606 1676. 
 
 Frances E. Cox 
 
 196. Ecce Homo ! . . . Matthew Bridges 
 
 197. Along the fteep and weary Road . . C. S. 233 
 
 198. Opprobiis, Jesu, fatur. 
 
 A Midnight Hymn from thePariJian Bre'viary, 
 Charles Coffin. 1676 1749. 
 
 Isaac Williams 234 
 
 199. The Entombment . William S. Raymond 235 
 
 200. Good Friday . . Christina G. Rossetti 236 
 
 201. The Heavenly Stranger . H. N. Oxenham 237 
 
 202. Legis figuris pingitur. 
 
 A Bre'viary Hymn for Lauds, xvii. Century. 
 
 Edward Caswall 238 
 
 203. The Healer of the Nations . R. H. Baynes 239 
 
 204. I love the Crofs L. Bourne 240 
 
 205. Florem Spina coronavit. 
 
 A Sequence from the Mijfal of Rennes, xvi. 
 Century J. M. H. 241 
 
 206. The Dream of Pilate's Wife . M. Bridges 242 
 
 207. Calvary .... W. Chatterton Dix 244 
 
 208. Maerentes oculi fpargite lachrymas. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn from the Brenjiary. 
 
 Edward Caswall 245 
 
Contented* xiv 
 
 No. Page 
 
 209. The Sacred Wounds . G. Hunt Smyttan 246 
 
 210. Arbol ! donde el Cielo quifo. 
 
 From the Spanijh of C alder on. 
 
 Archbishop Trench 248 
 
 211. Quam defpeftus, quam reje6lus. 
 
 A Hymn of S, Bonwventura, xiii. Century, 
 
 Philip Stanhope Worsley 249 
 
 212. EafterEven . . Christina G. Rossetti .251 n 
 
 213. Si vis vere gloriari. "~ 
 
 From the Sarum Mijfal. C. Ingham Black 252 
 
 214. CHRisTusConfolator. FrancisT.Palgrave 254 
 
 215. O Calvary! .... G. Hunt Smyttan 255 
 
 216. Arborem malitae exfcinde . . . R. M. H. 256 
 
 217. Father, into Thy Hands I commend My 
 
 Spirit. . . Cecilia Mary Caddell 257 
 
 218. The Entombment H. M. 259 
 
 219. The Betrayal . . . Matthew Bridges 260 
 
 220. Jesu, mi Dulciflime, Domine Coelorum. 
 
 A Hymn of Anfelm^ Bijhop of Lucca ^ xi. Cen- 
 tury .... Herbert Kynaston 262 
 
 221. It is finifhed ! . Cecilia Mary Caddell 263 
 
 222. The Sacred Sign . Thomas Whytehead 265 
 
 223. The Sabbath . . . . G. Hunt Smyttan 266 
 
 224. Eafter Eve .... Archer Gurney 267 
 
 225. Prome vocem, Mens canoram. 
 
 A VefperHymnof Santolius Maglorianus^from 
 the Parifian Breviary, xvii. Century, 
 
 Isaac Williams 268 
 
 226. The Love of Chrift which pafleth knowledge. 
 
 Christina G, Rossetti 269 
 
 227. The Breaking Heart . Charles I. Black 270 
 
Part V. ] 
 
 THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 
 
 No. ^ ^ Page ] 
 
 ^228. Mundi renovatio. ; 
 
 A Profe of Adam S, ViSior, xii. Century, \ 
 
 Philip Stanhope Worsley 272 j 
 
 229. The Defeat of Death . Gerard Moultrie 273 \ 
 
 230. Jesus lebt, mit Ihm auch Ich. ; 
 
 A HymnofC.J. Gellert , . 1715 1769 j 
 
 Frances Elizabeth Cox 275 \ 
 
 231. *Tfj(,vovfXBv crov XpierrSy TO (rccrr]piovna6og. j 
 
 From the Offices of the Holy Eajlern Church, j 
 
 W. Chatterton Dix 277 \ 
 
 232. O give us Peace A. M. M. 278 | 
 
 233. Hie eft Dies verus Dei. j 
 
 A NoSlurn Hymn from the Mozarabic Bre- ] 
 
 "viary J. M. H. 280 i 
 
 234. Alleluia! Christ is rifen . . Anonymous 281 \ 
 
 235. Ecce tempus eft vernale. 
 
 A Sequence from a MS. of the xiii. Century, 
 
 Henry Trend 482 I 
 
 236. Nu Kommen aer waor Paoflcafroejd. j 
 
 from the S^wedijh of Laurence Peterfen, xvi. j 
 
 Century . . . . R. F. Littledale 283 i 
 
 237. God is gone up with a merry noife. \ 
 
 Bishop Heber 284. \ 
 
 238. Haec eft fan6la Sollemnitas follemnitatum. ' 
 
 A Sequence from an Ancient MS. Mijfal, \ 
 
 John William Hewett 285 i 
 
 239. He is rifen ! .... G. Hunt Smyttan 286 i 
 
 240. Salve ! fefta Dies, toto venerabilis aevo. j 
 
 A Cento from a ProceJJion Hymn ofS. Venantlus \ 
 
 Fortunatus, vi. Century . . W. J. C. 287 | 
 
 241. Hail! Day of joyous reft ! . . H. Trend 289 j 
 
 242. He is not here ! . . . William Palin 290 j 
 
 243. Mortis portis fralis, fortis. \ 
 
 A Hymn of Peter the Venerable^ xii. Century. 
 The Voice OF Christian Life in Song 291 ] 
 
Content0* xIvH 
 
 No. Page 
 
 244. Toy TTpo hxiov ?iXiov S^vavra wore Iv rapa*. 
 
 From the Offices of the Holy Eajiern Church. 
 
 W. C. Dix 292 
 
 245. I know that my Redeemer liveth. 
 
 Thomas Grinfield 293 
 
 246. Rabboni! .... Morning Thoughts 294 
 
 247. Hallelujah ! Christus lebt. 
 
 A Hymn from the German ofC.B. Gar^ve. 
 
 H. L. L. 295 
 
 248. Pone lu6lum Magdalena. 
 
 From the Latin W. J. C. 297 
 
 249. The joyful Morn . John Stanley Tute 298 
 
 250. Aurora lucls rutilat J. S. Tute 299 
 
 251. Cedant jufti figna ludlus. 
 
 An Ancient Hymn . Herbert Kynaston 300 
 
 252. Noli Me tangere . . G. Hunt Smyttan 301 
 
 253. Wie herrlich ftrahlt das Morgenroth. 
 
 From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Treves, 
 
 Richard Frederick Littledale 302 
 
 254. The Lord is rifen to-day . Henry Trend 303 
 
 255. Haec eft Dies triumphalis. 
 
 From the Latin . . . P. S. Worsley 304 
 
 256. The Refurre6lion : An Acroftic. J. S. Tute 305 
 
 257. Mitis Agnus, Leo fortis. 
 
 An Ancient Hymn . . . Henry Trend 305 
 
 258. Ril'en Life with Christ . R. M. Benson 306 
 
 259. Vi6limae Pafchali. 
 
 A Profefrom the Mijfal. F. C. Husenbeth 308 
 
 260. The Expeaant Bride . . . . W. C. Dix 309 
 
 261. Salve! Dies dierum gloria. 
 
 A Sequence of Adam of S, ViSior, xii. Century, 
 
 H. R. B. 310 
 
 262. Laft at His Crofs; earlieft at His Grave. 
 
 T. Grinfield 312 
 
 263. Salve! fella Dies, toto venerabilis aevo. 
 
 A Cento from a ProceJJionalHymn ofS. Venanttus 
 Fortunatus, VI. Century . . W. J. C. 313 
 
 264. The Angel fitting on the Stone. R.M.Benson 314 
 
 265. Sexta paflus feria. 
 
 A Profe of Adam ofS. FiSior, xii. Ceutury. 
 
 R. F. Littledale 315 
 
 266. Rejoice! rejoice! . . F. C. Husenbeth 317 
 
xiviii Contenw* 
 
 No. Page 
 
 267. Chorus novae Hierufalem. 
 
 A Fafchal Hymn ofS. Fulbert of Chartres, xi. 
 Century W. J. C. 318 
 
 268. From the Regions unbeholden. C. I. Black 319 
 
 269. Adefte ! Coelitum Chori. 
 
 A Hymn of Nicolas Le Tourneaux^ a Prieji of 
 Rouen, 1686 . . R. F. Littledale 320 
 
 270. Christ is rifen from the Dead. 
 
 John S. B. Monsell 321 
 
 271. Forti tegente brachio. 
 
 A Hymn of C. Coffin, from the Paris Bre^uiary, 
 1676 1749 R' F. Littledale 323 
 
 272. Jesus lives! He rofe to-day . R. S. Trend 324 
 
 273. Jesu, Redemptor Ibeculi. 
 
 A Compline Hymn of the Parifian Bre'viary. 
 
 Isaac Williams 325 
 
 274. Christ is rifen ! Henry Hart Milman 326 
 
 275. Siirrexit Christus hodie. 
 
 A Hymn of the xii. Century. J. W. Hewett 327 
 
 276. O Myftery of Myfteries ! Archer Gurney 328 
 
 277. Te quanta, Vi6lor funeris. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn from the Latin . W. H. D. 329 
 
 278. A Morte Qui Te fufcitans. 
 
 An Ancient Compline Hymn. 
 
 John George Smith 330 
 
 279. Auf ! Stimmet freud, ge Siegeftieder. 
 
 From the German . Henry Thompson 330 
 
 280. Laudes Christo redempti voce modulemur 
 
 fupplici. 
 A Profe of the XI. Century. 
 
 Richard F. Littledale 331 
 
 281. An Eafter Carol Anonymous 333 
 
 282. Coeli choris perennibus. 
 
 A Latin Hymn for Lauds . Phipps Onslow 333 
 
 283. Lift the Portals . Cecilia Mary Caddell 334 
 
 284. Surfum Corda fublevemus. 
 
 L Gregory Smith 335 
 
Contents* xiix 
 
 Part VI. 
 
 afcenaon anU pentecott^ 
 
 THE ASCENSION OF OUR DIVINE LORD, 
 
 AND THE DESCENT OF THE 
 
 HOLT SPIRIT. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 285. Du, fom ofs fraelft ur fyndens band. 
 
 A Hymn from the S^ivedijh, 
 
 Richard Frederick Littledale 337 
 
 286. Thou art gone up on High ! G. Phillimore 338 
 
 287. Hymnum canamus Gloriae. 
 
 A Hymn of Venerable Bede^ from the York 
 Breviary, viii. Century , . W. J. C. 339 
 
 288. A Prieft for ever after the Order of Melchifedec. 
 
 G. Hunt Smyttan 340 
 
 289. Jam Christus aftra afcenderat. 
 
 A Hymn of S. Ambrofe^from the Sarum Bre- 
 'viary, iv. Century Henry Trend 341 
 
 290. 'iwo-ouf looo^ornq. 
 
 An Ode of S. Jofeph of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
 tury .... John Mason Neale 34* 
 
 291. Quo vos Magiftri gloria quo Salus. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of Charles Coffin,fromthe Paris 
 Bre'viary,'i6'jS 1749. J.D.Chambers 343 
 
 292. God is gone up with a merry noife. 
 
 John S. B. Monsell 345 
 
 293. Open! ye Gates . . . William Palin 345 
 
 294. The Myftic Chain . . Phipps Onslow 346 
 
 295. Veni, San6le Spiritus. 
 
 A Hymn of Robert U. of France, xi. Century. 
 
 Philip Stanhope Worsley 348 
 
 296. Supreme Re6lor Coelitum. 
 
 A Matin Hymn from the Parijian Bre^viary. 
 
 Isaac Williams 349 
 
 297. The Heavenly Interceflion . G. Moultrie 350 
 
 d 
 
Content^. 
 
 No. 
 
 Page 
 
 298. Lux jucunda, Lux infignls. 
 
 A Sequence of Adam ofS. FiSior, xn. Century. 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 352 
 
 299. Hofanna in the HIgheft . . . W. C. Dix 353 
 
 300. Veni ! Creator Spiritus. 
 
 An Ancient Latin Hymn. 
 The Voice of Christian Life in Song 354. 
 
 301. Y dejas, Paftor Santo. 
 
 An Ode of Luis de Leon, 1527 1591. 
 
 C. B. Cayley 355 
 
 302. Sacrata Christi tempora. 
 
 From the Mozarabic Breviary, 
 
 Henry Thompson 
 
 303. GOTT fahret auf gen HImmel. 
 
 AHymnofG.Sacer,i6i^ 1699. F.E.Cox 
 
 304. Beata nobis gaudia. 
 
 A Bre'viary Hymn for Lauds , vii. Century. 
 
 Edward Caswall 360 
 
 305. Back returning to His Own . A. Gurney 361 
 
 306. While up to Heaven God goeth. 
 
 From the German. William John Blew 362 
 
 307. Sit Thou on My Right Hand, My Son. 
 
 Bishop Heber 364 
 
 308. Promiffa Tellus concipe gaudia. 
 
 A Matin Hymn of the Parijian Bre^viary. 
 
 J. David Chambers 364 
 
 309. Amor Patris et FiLii. 
 
 A Sequence from the Miffal of Liege, xiii. 
 Century . . . . R. F. Littledale 365 
 
 310. A Painter's Legend. W. Chatterton Dix 367 
 
 311. Felix Dies mortalibus. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of Santolius of S. FiSior, from 
 the Parifian Bre'viary. Isaac Williams 368 
 
 312. Heut ift gefahren Gottes Sohn. 
 
 From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Tre'ves. 
 
 R. F. Littledale 369 
 
 313. Veni Superne Spiritus. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn from the Breviary ofCahors. 
 
 J. M. H. 370 
 
 314. Ihr Jiinger Jesu, freuet euch. 
 
 From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Treves. 
 
 R. F. Littledale 371 
 
Contents. H 
 
 No. Page 
 
 315. The Day of Pentecoft . Archer Gurney 372 
 
 316. 'E-TTapATE iWKaq. 
 
 An Ode ofS, Jofeph of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
 tury J. M. Neale 373 
 
 317. Poftquam hoftem et inferna. 
 
 A Profe of Adam ofS, FiSior, xii. Century. 
 
 C. I. Black 373 
 
 318. *Tis thelaftof the Days. Thomas Grinfield 375 
 
 319. O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti. 
 
 A Pentecojial Sequence of the xii. Century^ 
 afcribed to S. Hildegarde. 
 
 Richard F. Littledale 377 
 
 320. Ye Saintly-Bands . William B. Flower 378 
 
 321. Adfis, Superne Spiritus. 
 
 From the Latin. Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 380 
 
 322. Saviour, Thy Father's Promife fend. 
 
 Henry Alford 381 
 
 323. O Lord, Thy Wing outfpread. W. J. Blew 381 
 
 324. Coelos afcendit hodie. 
 
 A Hymn of the xii. Century. 
 
 J. W. Hewett 382 
 
 325. Silence in Heaven . Herbert Kynaston 383 
 
 326. Felix Dies mortalibus. 
 
 A Cento from Santoleus of S. FiSlor, xii. Cen- 
 tury R. F. Littledale 384 
 
 327. Anni pera6lis menfibus. 
 
 From the Anglo-Saxon Hymnaries. 
 
 J. D. Chambers 385 
 
 328. O Geift des Herrn, nur deine Kraft. 
 
 A Hymn of J. C. La'vater, 1741 1801. 
 
 Frances Elizabeth Cox 386 
 
 329. Pentecoftal Type and Antitype. 
 
 Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 386 
 
 330. Mundo novum Jus dicere. 
 
 From the Breviary of Cahors . H. Trend 387 
 
 331. Holy Spirit! long expe61:ed. 
 
 John S. B. Monsell 388 
 
 332. OefFnet cure Thore, Fiirften Offnet fie. 
 
 From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Treves, 
 
 M. 389 
 
 333. Salutis humanae Sator. 
 
 A Vefper Hymn of the iv. Century, from the 
 Breviary ...... W. J. C. 390 
 
Hi Content0. 
 
 No. Page 
 
 334. Laudes Deo devotas. 
 
 A Compline Hymn afcrihed to S, Notker^from 
 the York Bre'viary, 912 a.d, 
 
 William John Blew 391 
 
 335. O Christe, Qui nofter poli. 
 
 From the Bre^viary of Noyon, 
 
 Charles Ingham Black 391 
 
 336. Trlumphe ! plaudant Maria. 
 
 Herbert Kynaston 392 
 
 337. ^Avicrrng rpiy^fjcepog. 
 
 An Ode ofS, Jofeph of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
 tury J. M. Neale 393 
 
 338. Where is our Matter now? Emily I. J. Palin 394. 
 
 339. De Afcenfione Domini. 
 
 An Ancient Hymn . . . Henry Trend 395 
 
 340. The Heavens for their mighty King prepare. 
 
 J.S. TuTE 396 
 
 341. I will not leave you Comfortlefs . G. V. C. 397 
 
 342. Surely I come quickly .... W. H. D. 398 
 
 343. Pentecoft A. M. M. 399 
 
i^pmns^ anti Witxits on tl)e 
 3Life of CDrili. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 THE FIRST AND SECOND 
 ADVENT. 
 
 ^alu0 aeterna, iitDeScieit^ ^)xxi^\ (SJita. 
 
 IFE of the World unfailing, 
 
 Sun of our troubled Jky, 
 Who heard'jl in Heaven our 
 wailing, 
 And would' jl its anguijh try, 
 'Twas of Thy matchlejs Clemency 
 Thou cam'jl, Incarnate, down, 
 From this world's God our race to free, 
 And wear,unknown, the Crown. 
 
 B 
 
The Sheep of God were roving 
 
 Far off in error's track, 
 When Thou, O Shepherd loving, 
 
 Camejl to bring them back ; 
 'Twas of Thy free, conjlraintlefs Grace 
 
 All Thou could'jl give was given, 
 Jesu, that we might Jhare a place 
 
 With Thee, in Light, in Heaven. 
 
 All blejt, O God our Brother, 
 
 Was Thy Firjl-coming's Day, 
 But there Jhall be another ; 
 
 Therefore Thy Servants pray. 
 When throned in Light to judge aright 
 
 Thou Jittejl, O may we, 
 Where'er Thy Path, in raiment white 
 
 For ever follow Thee. 
 
 (Bratii me tercore pulfass bitae 2Dicgf ultima. 
 
 EAVILY with dread thou loomejl, lajl j 
 day of my earthly life ; \ 
 
 Heart and melting reins within me ^ 
 Jhudder at the mortal Jlrife, ; 
 
 When I would inform my fpirit with what horrors I 
 thou art rife. ^ 
 
 Who can dare the jcene difcover that doth compafs ' 
 thee about, j 
 
(Kratii mz tertrore. 3 
 
 When the feeble flejh uncoileth, and life's fpan is 
 
 meajured out, 
 And the Soul reluflant rujhes on the Myjlery 
 
 without ? 
 
 Senfe is dead, the dry tongue Jliffens, and the eyes 
 
 grow dim for death, 
 And the Jick man's breajl is heaving, and his 
 
 hoarje throat gajps for breath, 
 Blanched his cheeks, his limbs hang nervelefs, and 
 
 his beauty vanijheth. 
 
 Things he wrought, and thought, and uttered, in 
 
 the years he lived below, 
 Rob him of his rejl ; dread vijions round his couch 
 
 of anguijh grow, 
 Come up from the Pajl and daunt him, hunt his 
 
 glances to and fro. 
 
 Then the thought of ended aSion doth his lonely 
 
 fpirit Jling ; 
 Then his conscience racks him ever with untimely 
 
 vifiting ; 
 But his terrible repentance cometh now a fruitlefs 
 
 thing. 
 
 In that hour are very bitter all the jweetneJOfes of 
 
 earth, 
 When the endlefs retribution tracks the footjleps 
 
 of his mirth ; 
 All that once was grand and glorious feemeth to 
 
 him nothing worth. 
 
4 Sltiiient* 
 
 Christ, Invincible, I pray Thee help me, Lord, 
 
 rejpeS my moan. 
 When the lajl dark hour is on me and I journey 
 
 hence alone ; 
 Suffer not the Powers of evil then to claim me for 
 
 their own. 
 
 Slay in me the Prince of darknejs ; let Hell fall 
 
 Thy Grace before : 
 Thy lojl Sheep, redeemed for ever, then unto Thy 
 
 Fold rejlore. 
 There to dwell in contemplation of Thy Glory 
 
 evermore. 
 
 aaiadjct auf, ruft im0 tiie )timine* 
 
 AKE! the Jlartling Watch-cry 
 pealeth. 
 While Jlumber deep each eyelid 
 jealeth ; 
 Awake ! Jerujalem, awake ! 
 Midnight's jblemn hour is tolling. 
 And Cherub notes are onward rolling ; 
 They call on us our part to take. 
 Come forth, ye Virgins wife ; 
 The Bridegroom comes, arije ! 
 Each Lamp be bright, with ready light, 
 To grace the Marriage Feajl to-night. 
 
 Zion hears the Voice that Jingeth ; 
 
 With Judden Joy her glad heart Jpringeth ; 
 
aDelitierance. 
 
 At once Jhe wakes, ]he jlands arrayed : 
 Her Light is come, her Star ajcending, 
 Lo ! girt with Truth, with Mercy blending, 
 Her Bridegroom there, fo long delayed. 
 All hail ! God's Glorious Son : 
 All hail ! our Joy and Crown. 
 The joyful Call, we anjwer all. 
 And follow to the Nuptial Hall. 
 
 Praife to Him Who went before us ; 
 Let men and Angels join in chorus : 
 
 Let harp and cymbal add their Jound. 
 Twelve the gates, a pearl each portal 
 We hajle to join the Choir immortal 
 
 Within the Holy City's bound. 
 
 Ear ne'er heard aught like this, 
 Nor heart conceived Juch blifs ; 
 
 We raije the fong, we fwell the throng, 
 
 To praife Thee ages all along. 
 
 2Delitierance. 
 
 OME and releafe us. Son of God 
 We look for Liberty and Light to 
 Thee : 
 Thou only Jin-bound Souls canjl make 
 Imperijhably free ; 
 
 Free from all carking jlrifes of earth ; 
 
 Free from the time-forged chains which bind us 
 down; 
 
6 aiitjent. 
 
 i 
 
 Free to engage in Faith's high war, | 
 
 To battle for the Crown : i 
 
 Free from unmanly, felfijh aims, ' 
 
 From angry Jlrife of tongues and bitternejs ; J 
 
 From crime, opprejjion, fraud, and wrong, ] 
 From pride's cold-heartednejs : 
 
 Free from great Mammon's golden jway ; | 
 
 Free from the wearying thirjl for place and power ; j 
 
 From mad ambitions of the heart, I 
 Which Jlrengthen as they lower : 
 
 Free, above all, from inward love , 
 
 For aught arrayed againjl that Crofs of Light i 
 
 Whoje glories, Jlreaming down the world, I 
 
 Make its dark places bright. \ 
 
 Come and releafe us. Son of God ; 
 
 Hope of the Gentiles, Saviour, hear our cry ; ^ 
 
 Earth wanes toward her evening hour, ] 
 
 Deliverance is nigh, \ 
 
 C!)nfti Caterta clamitat. 
 
 ARK ! a glad exulting throng ; 
 Hark ! the loud Hojannas ring ; 
 Glad Hojannas loud and long 
 Greet Messiah triumphing. 
 
Cljtitti Catertia clamftat* 
 
 He, of Whom the Prophets won 
 
 Myjlic Vijions faint and dim, 
 Comes, th' All-Father's Only Son, 
 
 And Redemption comes with Him. 
 
 Bore the Word Jin's curje and jhame, 
 Leaving Heaven for Jin's domain ; 
 
 Wore the Word our flejhly frame 
 
 By His Death, Death's King was Jlain. 
 
 Once of earthly Mother born 
 
 Ever of the Father, He ; 
 Twain the Natures He has worn, 
 
 One, His Perfed Deity. 
 
 Lo ! the Godhead come to earth, 
 
 Perfect Man, as all might fee. 
 That reborn in God's new Birth 
 
 Might the fallen manhood be. 
 Praije we Him with joyful voice. 
 
 Our new birth His Triumph Jealed ; 
 In the Day let all rejoice 
 
 Which of old His Birth revealed. 
 
 Him with holiejl worjhip praife 
 In His folemn Advent-Tide ; 
 
 Holiejl rites for holiejl days 
 By the Godhead glorified. 
 
 So, when earth His Terrors Jhake, 
 He Jhall come our faith to blefs ; 
 
 Saved, for that firjl Advent's fake. 
 By His glorious Lowlinefs. 
 
jaiiient. 
 
 prepare ta imtt tijg CSfoo. 
 
 REPARE to meet thy God ! Now 
 dreams mujl flee ; 
 The pure in heart Faith's golden 
 crown Jliall wear : 
 Purge with Love's fire a chamber meet for prayer ; 
 Take Zeal's rough cloak, gemmed with Humility : 
 Learn in the Crojs the Marks of Christ to fee ; 
 In the world' s hate His Love, in wounds His Care: 
 Faith, Hope, and Love be thine. Lord, we 
 prepare 
 With Thine own Gifts to deck ourjelves for Thee. 
 Come ! quickly come ! By Mercy's minijlers 
 With Joy and Peace our pilgrim feet are Jhod : 
 In rapturous Faith we call Thee Lord and God. 
 Come ! quickly come I Rend the malignant Jlues, 
 Sins murky exhalations Jhroud my Light : 
 Firjl grant Faith's martyr-gaze, then Seraph's 
 fight. 
 
 3|efu, 2Defenfor omnium. 
 
 ESU, our Captain and our King, 
 Adorable Defender, 
 Now comes the night on ebon-wing. 
 And us to Jleep we render : 
 Still rejl we, Jesu, in Thy Name, 
 Our Keeper and our Guard, 
 
%^t mule of %itz. 
 
 And wakeful thus in jpirit claim 
 The Watcher's blejl reward. 
 
 At noon of night, by Gofpel Voice, 
 
 The Bridegroom is proclaimed ; 
 He comes in Him let all rejoice 
 
 B}^ Whom Heaven's Realm is framed : 
 Forth hajle the holy Maiden-bands 
 
 To meet His Coming Jlate, 
 Bearing their bright Lamps in their hands, 
 
 Joying with gladnejs great. 
 
 The foolijh bide the gate before, 
 
 And hold their Lamps long quenched. 
 Smiting in vain that Palace door, 
 
 Whoje bolts will ne'er be wrenched : 
 Then watch we and in fpirit Jland 
 
 With panoply complete. 
 That we, when Christ Jhall be at hand, 
 
 Go forth our Lord to greet. 
 
 ^Ijel^uleof^ife- 
 
 OT too anxious for to-morrow, 
 Not too carelejs of to-day, 
 Temperate in joy and Jbrrow, 
 Not jb often grave as gay ; 
 By no evil pajQions driven ; 
 
 Envy, malice, bearing none ; 
 On unkindnejs unforgiven 
 Never letting jet the jun ; 
 
10 
 
 aiitient. 
 
 Grateful for whatever Blejjing, 
 
 In its bounty Heaven has Jent ; 
 Ever happy in po]Jej[Jing 
 
 Quiet, competence, content ; 
 Not, for pride, profujely giving ; 
 
 Not to Mammon meanly Jbld ; 
 Lefs for felf, than others, living ; 
 
 Prizing friendjhip more than gold ; 
 Let me pajs through life's probation 
 
 And then let me, when I die, 
 Full of hope and rejignation, 
 
 Give to earth my long, lajl Jigh. 
 
 %ljt 2DeVD of Bleffinff. 
 
 LESSED Ruler of the Jky, 
 Who to compensate our lojs 
 Gav'Jl Thine Only Son to die 
 
 Upon the jhameful Crojs ; 
 
 By Thy Love for Jinful man. 
 
 By the Water and the Blood, 
 Sacramental Jlreams, which ran 
 
 Down from the holy Rood 
 
 At the Crofs's baje to rear 
 
 Golden harvejls, rich and broad 
 Tender plants, the full ripe ear. 
 
 Meet for the harvejl's Lord : 
 
2Der ^zvv Mt^t tin, nm fll^imrnartjt* 1 1 
 
 O'er the length and breadth and height, 
 
 Deep rich jbil and Jhallow fand. 
 Pour the Dew of BleJJing bright 
 Upon the thirjly land : 
 
 Till at lajl Thy Voice Jhall fay 
 Summer fades ; 'tis time ; begin 
 Labourers your work ; away ! 
 Gather the Harvejl in. 
 
 Angel-Reapers, robed in Light, 
 
 Opening wide your bofoms come ; 
 Lo ! the fields with harvejl white ; 
 
 Garner the fuUJheaves home. 
 
 3Der %rr bric|)t ^m, urn Sl^imrnacljt 
 
 HE Lord Jhall come in dead of night. 
 When all is jlillnejs round ; 
 How happy they whoje Lamps are 
 bright. 
 Who hail the Trumpet's found. 
 
 How blind and dead the world appears. 
 
 How deep her jlumbers are. 
 Still dreaming that the Day jhe fears 
 
 Is dijlant and afar. 
 
 Who fpends his day in holy toil. 
 
 His talent ufed aright. 
 That he may hajle, with Heavenly fpoil. 
 
 To meet his Lord that night ? 
 
12 aiitient. 
 
 Are ye aroujing from their jleep, 
 The Saints who dare to rejl, 
 
 And calling every one to keep 
 A watch more true and blejl? 
 
 Wake up ! my heart and Soul, anew, 
 Let Jleep no moment claim ; 
 
 But hourly watch, as if ye knew 
 This night the Majler came. 
 
 i 
 
 1 
 
 HAT fearful Day, that Day of jpeech-j 
 lejs dread, ; 
 
 When Thou Jhalt come to judge the j 
 quick and dead- | 
 
 I Jhudder to fbrejee, i 
 
 O God, what then Jhall be. 
 
 When Thou Jhalt come, Angelic legions round, ^ 
 With thoujandthoufands, and with Trumpet found, \ 
 Christ, grant me in the air 
 With Saints to meet Thee there. ] 
 
 Weep, O my Soul, ere that great hour and Day \ 
 
 When God Jhall Jhine in manifejl array, ] 
 
 Thy Jin, that thou mayejl be | 
 
 In that JlriS Judgment free. ; 
 
The terror Hell-fire fierce and unjiifficed : 
 
 The bitter worm : the gnajhing teeth : O Christ, 
 
 Forgive, remit, protect ; 
 
 And fet me with th' EleS. 
 
 That I may hear the blejsed Voice that calls 
 The Righteous to the Joy of Heavenly halls : 
 And, King of Heaven, may reach 
 The Realm that pajjeth jpeech. 
 
 Enter Thou not in Judgment with each deed, 
 Nor each intent and thought in JlriSnejs read : 
 
 Forgive and jave me then, 
 
 O Thou that lovejl men. 
 
 2Deat5. 
 
 OW let me cloje mine eyes. 
 And Jlrive to piSure to myjelf the day, 
 When,Jlretched in my lajl dying agonies, 
 I here no more may Jlay, 
 
 Ah ! when will be the time 
 For thee, my Soul, to wing thy jblemn flight ? 
 Shall it be Winter jhow, or Summer prime ? 
 
 Shall it be day or night ? 
 
 And jhall it be my lot 
 Prepared by Sacraments of Grace to die ? 
 Or Jhall I perijh in jbme lonely Jpot 
 
 No Priejl of Jesus nigh? 
 
14 Sl\}^tnu 
 
 And will my death come jlow 
 Or Judden as the Lightning's vivid blajl ? 
 Ah me ! I cannot fay but this I know, 
 
 That come it mujl at lajl. 
 
 Oh, then, Jince thus I live, 
 Certain of Death uncertain of the day 
 This Grace to me. Immortal Saviour, give. 
 
 In Thy dear Love, I pray ; 
 
 That whatjbe'er befall 
 Of good or ill, I evermore ma}^ be 
 Ready, whenever founds Thy jblemn Call, 
 
 At once to anjwer Thee. 
 
 %iit Cljariot ! t^e C^artot ! 
 
 HE Chariot ! the Chariot ! its wheels 
 
 ) 
 roll on fire 
 
 As the Lord cometh down in the pomp 
 
 of His Ire : 
 
 Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud, 
 
 And the Heavens with the burthen of Godhead 
 
 are bowed. 
 
 The Glory ! the Glory ! by myriads are poured 
 The Hojls of the Angels to wait on their Lord, 
 And the glorified Saints and the Martyrs are 
 
 there. 
 And all who the Palm-wreath of ViSory wear. 
 
The Trumpet ! the Trumpet ! the dead have all 
 
 heard : 
 Lo the depths of the Jlone-covered charnel are 
 
 stirred : 
 From the fea, from the land, from the Jbuth and 
 
 the north, 
 The vajl generations of man are come forth. 
 
 The Judgment ! the Judgment ! the Thrones are 
 
 all /et, 
 Where the Lamb and the white-vejled Elders are 
 
 met : 
 All flejh is at once in the Sight of the Lord, 
 Ani the doom of Eternity hangs on His Word. 
 
 Oh Mercy ! oh Mercy ! look down from above, 
 Creator, on us Thy Jad Children, with Love : 
 When beneath to their darknejs the wicked are 
 
 driven. 
 May our janSified Souls find a manjion in Heaven. 
 
 O Sapientia. 
 
 ^ WISDOM, that proceedejl from 
 The Mouth of the Mojl High, 
 And through illimitable jpace 
 Extendejl mightily ; 
 Thou, that in jweetejl harmony 
 Dijpojejl all creation, 
 
i6 anient* 1 
 
 7 
 
 Come ! guide our Souls along the path 
 Of prudent contemplation. 
 
 O Adonau \ 
 
 O Adonai, Ijrael's Ruler Thou, \ 
 
 To Mofes in the flame-girt Bujh revealed, 
 
 Who gavejl to him the Law on Sinai's brow, ! 
 
 Come ! lift Thine outjlretched Arm our Souls to j 
 
 Jhield. ; 
 
 O Radix Jejfe. \ 
 Root of JeJJe, Enjign Thou 
 
 Set forth to every nation, : 
 
 Unto Thee all Kings Jhall bow i 
 
 In jpeechlefs adoration : I 
 
 Thine Aid the Gentiles Jhall implore ; \ 
 
 Come ! and redeem us tarry now no more. j 
 
 O Clavis David, \ 
 
 Key of David, and Sceptre 
 
 Of Ifrael's race, 
 Who openejl and clojejl 
 
 The portals of Grace ; 
 When Thou openejl, none cloje. 
 
 When thou Jhuttejl, none ope : 
 Come ! lead from their bondage 
 
 The Prijbners of hope ; 
 Make fpeed, O Redeemer, 
 
 The captives to Jave, 
 Who in darknejs abide, 
 
 And the gloom of the Grave, 
 
S)carce tiifcerning: ouffljt. 17 
 
 O Oriens. 
 
 O Day-Spring, Brightnejs of eternal Light, 
 
 O Sun of Righteoujnejs ; 
 Come Thou ! the dwellers in dark Jhades of night 
 And in Death's valley with Thy rijing Beams 
 to blejs. 
 
 O Rex Gentium, 
 
 O King, Dejire of every nation, 
 
 O Corner-Jlone that both to one dojl mould, 
 Come Thou ! accomplijh man's Salvation, 
 
 Man, whom Thou formedjl from the clay of old. 
 
 O EmmanueL 
 
 O Law-giver, and King, Emmanuel, come ! 
 
 Come Thou ! the Gentiles tarry for Thy Birth, 
 Predejlined Saviour ; from Jin's righteous doom, 
 Come! fave, O Lord our God, the tribes of earth. 
 
 )carce liifcernma; ouglju 
 
 CARCE dijcerning ought before us. 
 On our weary way we go ; 
 But one guiding Star is o'er us. 
 Beaming forth the way to Jhew. 
 
 Watch we, pray we, let us Jink not 
 Journeying on while yet we can ; 
 
 At a moment when we think not 
 Shall we meet the Son of Man. 
 c 
 
i8 m^mu 
 
 See ! e'en now the Eajl is bright'ning ; 
 
 See ! the cloud of gloom is riven ; 
 See ! a flajh more jwift than lightning 
 
 Gleameth all athwart the Heaven. 
 
 Christ hath come (oh, joy and wonder !) 
 
 Clothed in Majejly jublime. 
 Glorious as the Son of Thunder 
 
 Saw Him in the olden time. 
 
 Hark the Trumpets' note is pealing ; 
 
 All the dead it Jummoneth, 
 Endlefs Life to Jbme revealing, 
 
 But to jbme the Second Death. 
 
 Lo 1 a Form from Earth arijeth, 
 Pure and lovely, who is Jhe ? 
 
 She it is whom Jesu prizeth, 
 
 Tis the Church, whoje Spoufe is He. 
 
 See the Robes of dazzling brightness 
 That adorn the glorious Bride ; 
 
 God hath clothed her in the whitenejs 
 Of the Saints all purified. 
 
 Hark ! Jhe hails Him Thou that favejl, 
 Thy Salvation draweth nigh, 
 
 With the Children that Thou gavejl, 
 Jesu, Bridegroom, here am I. 
 
 White-robed bands of His Redeemed 
 Stand around her by the Throne ; 
 
 Sorrowful on earth they jeemed. 
 Now their great Reward is Jhewn : 
 
(xiit tnni0 pretiofu^ ginfan^* 19 
 
 For with Joy how pajjing fervent 
 
 Each doth hear the gracious Voice 
 
 Come, thou good and faithful Servant, 
 Come, and evermore rejoice. 
 
 (txiit cunijS pretiofug? Infant, 
 
 OW from his cradle comes the Child, 
 By the Mojl High 
 Trained for His own great Minijlry ' 
 He, far from man, drinks in the wild 
 The Jprings of Wifdom undefiled : 
 
 Far 'mid the dejert caves profound, 
 'Mid low-browed rocks. 
 Where every noife lorn echo mocks, 
 The bees that in the rock abound. 
 And mountain Jlreams, the only Jbund. 
 
 With limbs long-trained to hardihood. 
 The camel's hair 
 Wrapt rudely round his body bare. 
 There in the wild Christ's Soldier stood, 
 The dejert Jpoils his only food. 
 
 With Jlrong-bent Hope his Soul doth burn 
 From Satan's thrall 
 That faithlefs Nation to recall 
 That fathers might of children learn, 
 And children to their fathers turn. 
 
20 anient. 
 
 ^Ije Sl^jtter? of (EmmanueU ] 
 
 >^CARNATE God ! what tongue can j 
 tell ! 
 
 The Myjlery of Emmanuel ? 
 
 What human lyre, j 
 
 What Angel choir, 
 Can Jing that Marvel pajjing ken, 
 The Word made Flesh for Jinful men? 
 
 Thine Advent, Lord, was pain and Jhame, 
 
 Our world from Satan to reclaim ; " 
 
 Oh, Grace unknown, [ 
 
 That from Thy Throne, 
 
 Thou cam^jl to be dejpijed of thoje ] 
 
 Thy Love would rejcue from their woes. i 
 
 A Man of Sorrows, Man of Grief ; 
 
 As if Thou wert the very chief \ 
 
 Of Jinners lojl, ' 
 
 Thou cam'jl the Hojl, 
 
 O Spotlejs Lamb of God, to be \ 
 For man, his Soul from death to free. 
 
 Yes, Thou wajl wounded, bruijed, and torn, \ 
 That we might healed be, and born ", 
 
 To Life again. 
 
 And javed from pain ; 
 And yet from Thee we hid our face, j 
 
 Who came from guilt to cleanje our race. ' 
 
^5e %ovV0 BitDCfemg. 21 
 
 When, Jesu, Thoujhalt come once more, 
 Not poor and lowly as of yore, 
 
 But clothed in Light, 
 
 And full of Might, 
 More Glorious than ten thoufand days, 
 With Angels pealing forth Thy Praije. 
 
 The clouds of Heaven Thy Chariot-throne, 
 And crowned with Majejiy Thine own, 
 
 Grant I may Jland 
 
 On Thy Right Hand, 
 A Jinner, yet abjblved by Thee, 
 And worthy made Thy Face to jee. 
 
 With eager eyes and longing heart 
 
 Thy Church would fee Thee as Thou art ; 
 
 Oh, hear Her cry. 
 
 Her lone-lorn Jigh, 
 And hajten. Lord, the promijed hour. 
 When She will reach Her Bridal-bower. 
 
 ^^e ILorli'0 l&nocfemg:* 
 
 p^^^lHE night is far jpent, and the day is at 
 
 L!^ii There are Signs in the Heaven, and 
 
 Signs on the land, 
 In the wavering earth, and the drouth of the jea 
 But He jlands and He knocks, Sinner, nearer to thee. 
 
22 jatibent. 
 
 His night-winds but whifper until the Day break ' 
 To the Bride, for in jlumber her heart is awake : ; 
 He mujl knock at the Jleep where the revellers tojs j 
 With the dint of the Nails and the Jhock of the j 
 Crojs. I 
 
 Look out at the cajement ; fee how He appears ; \ 
 Still weeping for thee all Gethjemane's tears ; I 
 Ere they plait Him earth's thorns, in its Jblitude - 
 
 crowned, ! 
 
 With the drops of the night and the dews of the j 
 
 ground. j 
 
 ] 
 Will you wait? Will you Jlumber until He is gone, i 
 Till the beam of the timber cry out to the Jione ; i 
 Till He Jhout at thy Jepulchre, tear it apart, ^ 
 
 And knock at the dujt, Who would jpeak to thy! 
 
 heart ? 
 
 Clirifte, fill fummi patrigf. \ 
 
 HRIST, the Son of God Mojl High, I 
 Suppliants unto Thee we cry ; ' 
 
 By Thy Love for her who bore Thee, ' 
 And with tenderejl care watched o'er j 
 Thee, i 
 
 Hearken to our lowly prayer 
 Thou, our Twofold Saviour, jpare, 
 Fountain of our earthly pleajure, i 
 
 And the Soul's eternal Treajure. 
 
Though defiled by Jin, we pray, ] 
 
 Wajh Thou all our guilt away. J 
 
 Thou, Who lovejl Mercy, fpare us ; 1 
 
 Grievous Jinners we declare us. j 
 
 Jesu, blot out all our Jin ; 1 
 
 Make us a clean heart within. 5 
 
 Grant us perfe6! Charity, i 
 
 Faith, and firmejl Hope in Thee, ] 
 
 And, at lajl, a blejjed End, I 
 
 Greatejl boon that Thou canjl Jend ; l 
 
 That we may depart like thoje i 
 
 Who in Thee, O Christ, repoje. j 
 
 Fit us for the Bread of Heaven, 
 
 At Thy holy Altar given. ] 
 
 From Thy Wrath, O Lord, defend us ; j 
 
 Healing Balm in mercy jend us J 
 
 For our Jenjes and our Soul, l 
 
 From Jin's dark and dread controul, ': 
 
 That, when our lajl hour draws nigh, j 
 
 Thy Jlrong Angel may Jland by. 
 
 Sent by Thee to guide and guard us, 
 
 Till Thou with the Jujl reward us. 
 
 And, though we in death decay. 
 
 Drive the jecond Death away. 
 
 Though to earth rejlored we be, 
 
 May our Spirits rejl in Thee, 
 
 That, when our long Jleep is o'er. 
 
 We may jee Thee evermore. 
 
24 Sib^tnu 
 
 ^av^i t^rouff^ t^e lonely asiafte. 
 
 ARK ! through the lonely Wajle 
 By foot of man unpaced 
 Prepare the Way a warning Voice 
 rejbunds ; 
 Level th' oppojing hill, 
 The hollow valley fill, 
 Make Jlraight the crooked, Jmooth the rugged 
 
 grounds ; 
 Prepare a pajfage, form it plain and broad, 
 And through the dejert make a highway for our 
 God. 
 
 Thine, Baptijl, was the Cry, 
 In ages long gone by 
 Heard in clear accents by the Prophet's ear : j 
 As if 'twere thine to wait, 1 
 
 And with imperial Jlate | 
 
 Herald Jbme eajlern Monarch's proud career : 
 Who thus might march his hojl in full array. 
 And jpeed through tracklejs wilds his unrefi/led I 
 way. 
 
 But other tajk hadjl thou \ 
 
 Than lofty hills to bow. 
 Make Jlraight the crooked, the rough places plain : ; 
 Thine was the harder part 
 To Jmooth the human heart, 
 
sin autjent ^Brapcr. 25 
 
 The wildernejs where Jin had fixed his reign ; 
 To make deceit his mazy wiles forego, 
 Bring down high-vaulting pride, and lay ambition 
 low. 
 
 Such, Baptijl, was thy care. 
 That no objlruSion there 
 Might check the progrejs of the King of kings ; 
 But that a clear high way 
 Might welcome the array 
 Of Heavenly Graces which His Prejence brings; 
 And where Repentance had prepared the road, 
 There Faith might enter in, and Love to man and 
 God. 
 
 Sin ^titient i@ra?er 
 
 HINE Advent is at hand : 
 By Grace again rejlored, 
 My Jins in Jecret probe, 
 O Saviour mojl Adored. 
 
 A traitor to Thy Cauje, 
 By falje conceit beguiled, 
 
 1 have not hated Jin, 
 
 But on Thy Crojs have Jmiled. 
 
 Thy Voice reveals me thus, 
 And pierces through my heart ; 
 
 A leper foul I kneel, 
 Unveiled by human art. 
 
26 airtient. | 
 
 The prodigal's return j 
 
 Thou watchejl from afar, j 
 
 Treading a homeward path \ 
 
 Beneath the guiding Star. ] 
 
 j 
 
 All travel-Jlained I come ; ; 
 
 Thine Advent Love alone \ 
 To plead in trembling guilt 
 
 Before Thy Mercy-Throne. ^ 
 
 O Holy One fpeak on, 
 
 And give me ears to hear 
 
 The Jlill Jmall Voice Divine \ 
 
 Of Jesus pajjing near. 
 
 Creator alme auerum* 
 
 REATOR of the jlarry height, ] 
 
 Of hearts believing endlejs Light, i 
 
 Jesu, Redeemer, bow thine Ear, ; 
 
 Thy Juppliants' vows in pity hear ; ; 
 Who, lejl the earth, through evil eye 
 
 Of treacherous Fiend, Jhould wajle and die, I 
 
 With mighty Love injlin^, were made \ 
 
 Th' expiring world's all-healing Aid : \ 
 Who to the Crojs, that world to win 
 From common Jlain of common Jin, 
 From Virgin Shrine, a Virgin Birth, 
 
 A fpotlefs Vidim iJOfueJl forth ; ] 
 
 At vijlon of Whoje Glory bright, i 
 
 At mention of WhoJe Name of Might, \ 
 
 \ 
 
Angels on high and Fiends below 
 In reverence or in trembling bow : 
 Almighty Judge, to Thee we pray, 
 Great Umpire of the lajl dread Day, 
 ProteS us through th' unearthly fight 
 With Armour of Celejlial Light. 
 
 HANKS, and praife, and joy, and 
 bleJTmg, 
 Yield we. Lord, for thy dear Word ; 
 There, the Key of Life pojjeffmg. 
 Hear we all that Prophets heard, 
 
 All that Sages 
 Sought with eager Hope deferred. 
 
 They with longing expeflation 
 Hailed the Advent of their King : 
 
 We receive that glad Salvation, 
 And with joyous hearts wejing 
 
 Alleluia ! 
 Death in Him hath lojl its Jling. 
 
 But a Jecond Advent glorious 
 
 We await, in faith Jincere : 
 Hujhed be Satan's hojls uproarious 
 
 When the blejjed Saints appear 
 Round the Prefence, 
 
 And our God dejcends to cheer. 
 
28 atitient. 
 
 Meantime prize we all exceeding 
 Holy Scripture's Light and Grace ; 
 
 God the Son, for Jinners bleeding, 
 Shows therein His awful Face. 
 
 Bend to worjhip ; 
 Him your All in all embrace. 
 
 31 Imoto pou not* 
 
 CHRIST the Vine with living Fruit, 
 The twelvefold-fruited Tree of Life, 
 The Balm in Gilead after Jlrife, 
 The valley Lily and the Rofe ; 
 
 Stronger than Lebanon, Thou Root ; 
 
 Sweeter than clujlered grapes, Thou Vine ; 
 
 Bejl, Thou Vineyard of red Wine, 
 Keeping Thy bejl Wine till the doje. 
 
 Pearl of great Price Thyjelf alone. 
 And ruddier than the Ruby Thou ; 
 Mojl precious lightning Jajper Stone, 
 Head of the Corner Jpurned before : 
 Fair Gate of Pearl, Thyjelf the Door ; 
 Clear golden Street, Thyjelf the Way ; 
 By Thee we journey toward Thee now, 
 Through Thee Jhall enter Heaven one day. 
 
 1 thirjl for Thee, full Fount and Flood ; 
 My heart calls Thine, as deep to deep : 
 Dojl Thou forget Thy Sweat and Pain, 
 Thy provocation on the Crojs ? 
 
O Kvpiog epx^Tui. 29 
 
 Heart-pierced for me, vouchjafe to keep 
 
 The purchaje of Thy lavijhed Blood : J 
 
 The gain is Thine, Lord, if I gain ; | 
 
 Or if I loje. Thine Own the lojs. | 
 
 At midnight (jaith the Parable) I 
 
 A Cry was made, the Bridegroom came ; 1 
 
 Thofe who were ready entered in : 
 
 The refl, Jhut out in death and Jhame, I 
 
 Strove all too late that Feajl to win, 
 
 Their die was cajl, and fixed their lot ; 
 
 A gulph divided Heaven from Hell ; ] 
 
 The Bridegroom jaid I know you not. 
 
 But Who is This That Jhuts the door, i 
 
 And Jaith I know you not to them ? j 
 
 I jee the wounded Hands and Side, J 
 
 The Brow thorn-tortured long ago : j 
 
 Yea ; This Who grieved, and bled, and died, \ 
 This Same is He Who mujl condemn ; 
 
 He called, but they refufed to know ; j 
 
 So now He hears their cry no more. j 
 
 O Kvpiog spx^Toci, 
 
 HE Lord draws nigh, the righteous 
 
 Throne's AjOTeJor, 
 The jujl to fave, to punijh the tranf- 
 grejor : 
 
 Weep we, and mourn, and pray. 
 Regardful of that Day ; 
 
30 ^titient. 
 
 When all the fecrets of all hearts Jhall be 
 Lit with the blaze of full Eternity. 
 
 Clouds and thick darknejs o'er the Mount 
 
 ajjembling, 
 Mojes beheld th' Eternal's Glory, trembling : 
 
 And yet, he might but ]ee 
 
 God's feebler Majejly. 
 And I I needs mujl view His fullejl Face : 
 O /pare me. Lord ; O take me to Thy Grace. 
 
 David of old beheld, in Jpeechlejs terror, 
 The SeJJion of the Judge the Doom of error : 
 
 And what have I to plead 
 
 For Mercy in my need ? 
 Nothing jave this Oh, grant me yet to be. 
 Ere that Day come, renewed and true to Thee. 
 
 Here, Fires of deep damnation roar and glitter ; 
 
 The Worm is deathlejs, and the Cup is bitter : 
 There, Day that hath no morrow, 
 And Joy that hath no jbrrow : 
 
 And who fo blejl that he Jhall fly th' abyfs, 
 
 Raijed up to God's Right Hand, and jpeechlejs 
 Blifs. 
 
 My Soul with many an aS of jin is wounded : 
 With mortal weaknejs is my frame jurrounded : 
 
 My life is well-nigh o'er : 
 
 The Judge is at the door : 
 How wilt thou, mijerable Spirit, fare. 
 What time He jends His Summons through the air ? 
 
31 
 
 %l)t MorlD i% groton olu^ 
 
 HE world is grown old, and her plea- 
 
 jures are pajl ; 
 The world is grown old, and her form 
 may not lajl ; 
 The world is grown old, and trembles for fear ; 
 For Jbrrows abound, and Judgement is near. 
 
 The Sun in the Heaven is languid and pale ; 
 And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale ; 
 And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear. 
 For the world is grown old, and Judgement is 
 near. 
 
 The King on his throne, the bride in her bower, 
 The children of pleajure all feel the ]ad hour ; 
 The rofes are faded, and tajlelejs the cheer, 
 For the world is grown old, and Judgement is 
 near. 
 
 The world is grown old but Jhould we complain, 
 Who have tried her and know that her promije 
 
 is vain? 
 Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here. 
 And we look for our Crown when Judgement is 
 
 near. 
 
32 
 
 Sl\}Unu 
 
 ^atrig! neCanliD Crimine* 
 
 HILE Adam's race fore wounded lay, 
 (O cruel Jire, thy jbns to jlay) 
 In death's dark Jhade, all weak and 
 wan, 
 Sate the dijhonoured race of man. 
 
 O'er them the jecond Death had power, 
 Them would eternal flames devour ; 
 And them did forecajl of their fate, 
 And dread of their jujl Judge, await. 
 
 Alas ! alas ! of wreck ]b fore, 
 Who can the Jhattered rent rejlore ? 
 What hand of healing power be found 
 To remedy fo grave a wound. 
 
 Thou, Christ the Healer, Thou alone, 
 O God, defcending from Thy Throne, 
 Canjl in Thy Likenefs man renew ; 
 Oh, then defcend like morning-dew. 
 
 ^artrt from f)ee for etjermore* 
 
 ARTED from Thee for evermore. 
 Parted, my God, from Thee, 
 Never through all Eternity 
 Thy blejfed Face to fee ; 
 
pama from %lttz far t'otvmotz. 33 
 
 Parted from Thee for evermore, 
 
 Amid the damned to dwell, 
 And hear Thy holy Name blajphemed 
 
 Is this the pain of Hell ? 
 
 Parted from Thee for evermore, 
 
 Parted, my God, from Thee, 
 Oh, were it but th' undying worm, 
 
 The endlejs Agony ; 
 The rejllefs, ceafelejs, torturing pain 
 
 That words can never tell. 
 The torment and the hopelejjhejs, 
 
 It would not yet be Hell. 
 
 Parted from Thee for evermore. 
 
 Parted, my God, from Thee, 
 Never to /peak Thy glorious Praije, 
 
 Never to bend the knee ; 
 To feel Thy righteous Punijhment 
 
 And jlubbornly rebel 
 Againjl the Lord Who died for me 
 
 Is this the pain of Hell ? 
 
 Parted from Thee for evermore. 
 
 Parted from Joys above. 
 To give Thee curjings for Thy Gifts, 
 
 And hatred for Thy Love ; 
 Parted from Thee for evermore 
 
 By pajfions dire and fell. 
 To hate Thee with unceafmg hate, 
 
 This will indeed be Hell. 
 
34 Si^Wxt. 
 
 ^!je (LlDice of one t|)at cries?. 
 
 HE Voice of one that cries 
 Along the wilds untrod 
 Prepare ye in the wildernejs 
 A highway for our God. 
 
 Be every valley raijed, 
 And every hill made low, 
 The crooked Jtraight, the rugged plain, 
 For God hath willed it [o. 
 
 The Glory of the Lord 
 To all men Jhall appear ; 
 His Word Jhall found throughout the world, 
 And every nation hear. 
 
 iaeg;nanttm fempiterna per faecla 
 fufceptura^ 
 
 O welcome Him Who Jhall for ever reign, 
 Let this devout ajjembly chaunt its 
 highejl Jlrain, 
 To its Divine Creator meekly raije 
 Its Jweet, harmonious tribute of exalted praije. 
 Before Him all the Heavenly Hojls rejoice, 
 And in His Face exulting lift their thankful voice ; 
 
 For Him all things of earth expeSant wait. 
 When all mankind to judge. He comes in awful 
 State. 
 
^Ije fe)on of 9^an flijall come. 35 
 
 Strifl in that Judgment will the Saviour be, 
 Yet 'mid His boundlejs Power, His Mercy we. 
 Jhall fee. 
 
 Oh, fave us, Jesu, by Thy Pity fure, 
 Thou Who, to fave us, did'fl mojl bitter things 
 endure ; 
 
 Raife us unto the clear, bright Jlars above, 
 And from all Jlains of earth, Lord, cleanfe us in 
 Thy Love ; 
 
 Free from all peril bid Thy Servants live, 
 And Peace on all the earth to all the nations give. 
 
 Here kept in fafety by Thy tender Care, 
 Grant us in Heaven at lajl unending Joys to Jhare ; 
 
 There Thine Eternal Godhead to adore, 
 Who reignejl over all, the Lord for evermore. 
 
 %\iz )on of Sl^au tt)M come* 
 
 HE Son of Man Jhall come 
 With Angel-hojls around, 
 'Mid darkening Sun and falling Stars, 
 And Trumpet's folemn found. 
 
 Awake ! ye Jlumbering Souls, 
 It is no time for rejl ; 
 H^ comes, as comes the Lightning flajh, 
 Shining from eajl to wejt. 
 
 Thy Servants, Lord, prepare 
 For that tremendous Day ; 
 
36 aidijenu 
 
 Fill every heart with watchful care, 
 And Jlir us up to pray. 
 
 Help us to wait the hour, 
 In toil and holy Fear^ 
 When manifejled with Thy Saints, 
 Thou Jhalt again appear. 
 
 Then, when the wailing earth 
 Thy Sign in Heaven jhall fee, 
 Thou Jhalt fend forth Thy Angel-band 
 To gather us to Thee. 
 
 ISE, O Lord, in all Thy Glory 
 
 On the lajl and dreadful Day : 
 Lo ! the lofty hills are hoary 
 Trembling ere they melt away : 
 Come to Judgment, come to Judgment, 
 Let Thy Wheels no longer Jlay. 
 
 Crajh on crajh of dijlant thunder 
 Peals aloud from pole to pole : 
 
 As in wrath they burjl afunder, 
 And the jkies together roll : 
 
 Clothed in fackcloth, clothed in fackcloth, 
 
 Withering like a parchment fcroll. 
 
 Now the Univerfe in motion 
 Sinks upon her funeral pyre 
 
2Die0 ifinaliis. 37 
 
 Earth dijjblving and the ocean 
 
 Vanijhing in final fire : 
 Hark the Trumpet, hark the Trumpet 
 Loud proclaims the Hour of Ire. 
 
 Graves have yawned in countlefs numbers, 
 
 From the dujl the dead arife ; 
 Legions, out of filent jlumbers, 
 
 Wake in overwhelmed jurprije : 
 Where all Nature, where all Nature 
 Wrecked and torn in ruin lies. 
 
 Lo ! that lajl long Separation 
 
 As the cleaving crowds divide, 
 And one dread Adjudication 
 
 Sends each Soul to either jide : 
 Lord of Mercy, Lord of Mercy, 
 How Jhall I that Day abide ? 
 
 Sign of Safety, fee it lightning, 
 Once the Crofs of crimjbn Jhame : 
 
 And with Heavenly Lujlre brightening 
 Thoje who Juffered in its Name : 
 
 Mighty millions, mighty millions. 
 
 Radiant with their wings of flame. 
 
 Rife, O Lord, in all Thy Glory 
 On Thine amaranthine Throne ; 
 
 Thoufand thoufand worlds adore Thee 
 From the centre to the zone : 
 
 Hail 1 Emmanuel, hail ! Emmanuel, 
 
 Let our hearts be all Thine own. 
 
38 aiitJent 
 
 fetatua tiecretD 2Deu 
 
 EEP hidden, by Divine Decree, 
 In the dark womb of Dejliny, 
 The long delaying Day appears. 
 And Jhines through clouds of rolling 
 years 
 From the descending Sky. 
 
 By crimes parental helplefs made, 
 Where Adam's offspring wounded laid. 
 And far within yon gloomy vale 
 Sat lojl, in jbrrow's twilight pale. 
 And Death's o'erhanging Jhade, 
 
 That Jecond Death of deathlefs jhame 
 The Death of everlajling Flame ; 
 While on the brow, by Terror writ, 
 Did dijmal ExpeSation Jit 
 At Judgment's awful name. 
 
 Alas ! for downfall ]b profound 
 Who Jhall bring Help ? whence jhall abound 
 Succour and Hope ? what hand Jhall be 
 Meet for the mighty Remedy 
 Of that o'erwhelming wound ? 
 
 O Christ, 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou alone, 
 Dejcending from Thy Godhead's Throne, 
 The tarnijhed lineaments once more 
 To Thy lojl Image canjl rejlore. 
 Thy children to Thy Bojbm own. 
 
Horlr, are tftere feto tfiat be Catjeti ? 39 
 
 Rain down, ye overhanging jkies ; 
 Lojl Earth looks up with yearning eyes, 
 And when the Jufl One Jhall have come 
 Into her long-expedant womb. 
 From her Salvation Jhall arije. 
 
 Horti, are ttjere felo t^at he CatielJ ' 
 
 EJf^PfTn HETHER there many be, or few 
 (iCm m a EleS the Heavenly Goal to win, 
 l^I^PLJI Truly I know not this I know. 
 
 That none who march with foot- 
 Jteps jlow. 
 That none who fight with hearts untrue, 
 That none who Jerve with Jervice cold, 
 Th' eternal City can behold, 
 Or enter in. 
 
 Whether there many be who thrive 
 In their vajl juit for that vajl Love, 
 Truly I know not this I know. 
 That Love lives not in outward Jhow, 
 That but to feek is not to Jlrive, 
 
 That thanklefs praifes, empty prayers. 
 Can claim no bond for fuit of theirs 
 His Court to move. 
 
 How long the door unfajlened now 
 Shall open by His Grace remain. 
 Truly I know not this I know, 
 If once that Grace ajide He throw, 
 
40 5lDtient. 
 
 No tear, no Jlgh, no anguijhed vow, 
 
 Gnajhing of teeth, wringing of hands, 
 Shall draw the bolts and looje the bands 
 Ever again. 
 
 How long His Wrath may yet forbear, 
 
 And Jheathe His Sword, and hide His Rod, 
 Truly I know not this I know, 
 He points the arrows of His Bow, 
 While jpeeds apace that night of fear, 
 Of debt unpaid, of work undone. 
 When Mercy, Pardon, Hope is none, 
 Laid up with God. 
 
 3 |)earli a WLoitz at tlje Sl^atfit ^imz. 
 
 HEARD a Voice at the Matin Chime, 
 Like a Trumpet it Jmote the dull ear 
 of Time 
 Wake! Chrijlian,wake! unjeal thine 
 eye, 
 Far fpent is the night, the dawn is nigh ; 
 I fee the bright and morning Star, 
 Wax pale with its watching up ! arm for war. 
 
 If men fpeak peace, believe them not. 
 
 For the foeman is nigh, and his breath is hot ; 
 
 Be Hope thy Jhield and Love like Death ; 
 
 Take the jword of the Spirit, and helm of Faith ; 
 Oh, who would fear the hottejl light 
 With a Leader like thine clad in arms of Light ? 
 
Cunctorum lEle.r )mmpDten0. 41 
 
 That Voice jpeaks now as erjl it Jpake, 
 I hear it at morning, awake ! awake ! 
 Awake ! awake ! Thy Leader is nigh, 
 And He leadeth His Soldiers to vi^ory : 
 What boot the counjels proud men take, 
 If Christ be thy Captain ? awake ! awake ! 
 
 Cunctorum ISitx iDmnipoten^. 
 
 HE Mighty One, the King of kings, 
 The Lord of all created things, 
 To fave the world from Satan's ban, 
 Is come in likenejs of a Man. 
 
 Lo ! He Who reigns with God Mojl High, 
 Deigns in a Virgin's Womb to lie. 
 And fiejh of mortal men to wear 
 That we immortal Life may Jhare. 
 
 In deepejl night the nations lay : 
 Now dawns on them the Light of day ; 
 For now a Saviour comes to aid 
 The people whom His Hand has made. 
 
 He, Whom the Prophets Jung of old, 
 Whofe glorious Reign they all foretold, 
 Full Jbon His Glory Jhall reveal 
 Our wounded, contrite hearts to heal. 
 
42 ja&feenn 
 
 (Ecce, tiocat 2DeuiS. 
 
 OD calls you by His Voice of Might, 
 His Love, His Wrath, His Depth, 
 
 His Height ; 
 He, by His Mercy, Jujlice, all 
 Reiterates His loving Call 
 Still would He have your Souls retrace 
 Your Jleps from death, to Life and Grace ; 
 Still, while your lingering footjleps Jlay, 
 His voiceful Call reproves delay. 
 
 He calls you by His Angels, Jent 
 
 To breathe in you a kindlier bent ; 
 
 He calls you by the Patriarchs old, 
 
 To Jeek the Ark, His faving Fold ; 
 
 Apojlles, Prophets, Pajlors, all 
 
 Join in the loud entreative Call, 
 
 From iirjl and lajl, from mean and high 
 
 And who jb mean and lajl as I ? 
 
 He calls you by His wondrous Might, 
 And day repeats His Call to night ; 
 Earthquake, and pejlilence, and flood, 
 Speak to th' unwilling multitude ; 
 He calls you by misfortunes, jent 
 To lure your hearts from banijhment 
 Yea, Jbmetimes by His lavijh Gifts 
 And wealth, the humble heart He lifts. 
 
 Yet fear ye this, the Day may come 
 When thou wilt feek to hajlen Home ; 
 
)urel^ 31 come quicfelp- 43 
 
 But Graces long neglefled rife 
 
 In Judgment Jlrid, and veil thine eyes: 
 
 Thy voice is heard, but Jhivering fear 
 
 Is all thy lot God will not hear ; 
 
 Too long dejpijed, too long delayed 
 
 Thy hour is come thy Judgment weighed. 
 
 Then, by the Love that Jesus bore, 
 Rije from thy Jlumbers jleep no more : 
 Thine everlajling Woe or Weal 
 May crown this ]ajl and leajl appeal : 
 Still while the day of Grace is here, 
 Spring up in jalutary fear ; 
 Before God's Throne of Mercy bow, 
 Lijl to His Call but lijlen now. 
 
 &urtl^ 31 come quicfelp. 
 
 'ER the dijlant Mountains breaking, 
 Comes the reddening dawn of day, 
 RiJe, my Soul,^from Jleep awaking, 
 RiJe and Jing, and watch and pray : 
 'Tis thy Saviour 
 On His bright returning Way. 
 
 O Thou Long-expeded, weary 
 
 Waits mine anxious Soul for Thee, 
 
 Life is dark, and earth is dreary 
 Where Thy Light I do not fee ; 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When wilt Thou return to me ? 
 
44 Sltitjenu 
 
 Long, too long, in Jin and jadnejs, 
 
 Far away from Thee I pine. 
 When, Oh, when Jhall I the Gladnejs 
 
 Of Thy Spirit feel in mine ? 
 O my Saviour, 
 
 When Jhall I be wholly Thine ? 
 
 Nearer Is my Soul's Salvation, 
 Spent the night, the day at hand, 
 
 Keep me in my lowly jlation. 
 Watching for Thee till I Jland, 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 In Thy bright and promijed Land, 
 
 With my Lamp well trimmed and burning, 
 Swift to hear, and Jlow to roam. 
 
 Watching for Thy glad Returning 
 To rejlore me to my Home, 
 Come ! my Saviour, 
 O my Saviour, quickly come ! 
 
 I^rope eft clantuDini0 maffnae aDiejs, 
 
 ilO ! now the bright and gladjbme Day 
 draws nigh, 
 Which raijed the poor weak Jons of 
 men to Jit on high. 
 For thus th' Eternal King our Blifs decreed. 
 Bidding with wondrous Words the Angel bright 
 to fpeed 
 Go, to the Maid of Judah's Line declare, 
 
(mtf\ anti (Elia^^ 45 
 
 That Jhe, a Virgin Jlill, a Heavenly Child jhall 
 bear. 
 Forthwith the Virgin, as the Spirit willed, 
 Unjtained, a Son conceived, and all our hopes 
 fulfilled. 
 Oh, mighty Love, which thus the Father 
 Jhowed, 
 Redemption hence, and Life, and Rejloration 
 flowed, 
 All things made new, the power of Death 
 brought low, 
 And that firjl Jin wiped out, whence Jprang all 
 mortal woe. 
 Dark was the doom which Eve's tranjgrejjion 
 Jealed, 
 But God a Medicine found, and all our wounds 
 were healed. 
 
 HEY will appear 
 When the brief moment of recruited life 
 Sends them, as Heralds of the Avenger 
 near. 
 
 Into this Vale of Jlrife ; 
 Meanwhile In Eden's mountain-grots they lie, 
 And hear the fourfold River as it hurries by. 
 
 They hear it jweep 
 In dijlance down the dark and favage glen ; 
 
46 0Dt)ent 
 
 Safe from its rocky bed, and current deep, 
 
 And eddying pools, till then ; 
 They hear, and meekly mufe, as fain to know 
 How long untired, unjpent that giant Stream Jhall 
 flow. 
 
 And jbothing founds 
 Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide ; 
 Pojled along the haunted Garden's bounds, 
 
 Angelic forms abide, 
 Echoing, as words of watch, o'er lawn and grove 
 The verje of that Hymn which Seraphs chant above. 
 
 E watch to fee the Star of Gladnefs 
 rife 
 In holy triumph o'er the night of Jin : 
 With mightier promifes its fmiles 
 begin 
 Than Eden proffered to our parent's eyes : 
 Faith reaches forth to nobler energies : 
 
 The Coming Babe a fairer realm Jhall win 
 
 Than Adam lojl ; with prayers we welcome in 
 
 Th' Eternal Lord defcending from the Skies. 
 
 God's chofen time let maiden hearts adorn 
 
 With wreaths of Mercy, box, and pine, and fir : 
 
 Night now with moon more blejljhines wealthier : 
 
 A mighty nation fprung from the Newborn 
 Shall rife toHeaven's highPrincedoms and proclaim. 
 In fongs unfung before, Blejl Jesu's Name. 
 
 i 
 
47 
 
 ) JLov^, aaifio in ^l)v toonurougf ILotie. 
 
 LORD, Who in Thy wondrous Love 
 Didjl leave Thy glorious Throne above, 
 Born to the cares and pains of earth 
 To win for man his Heavenly birth 
 
 Thy Spirit's quickening Power impart, 
 Till Thou art formed within each heart ; 
 Dwell in Thy Blood-bought Church, and Jlill 
 With Life Thy myjlic Body fill. 
 
 The night hath waned ; the Day is near, 
 The Day when Jesus Jhall appear ; 
 Oh, be our lamps with oil well jlored, 
 That we may meet our Coming Lord. 
 
 Hail we with praije and holy mirth 
 The Advent of His lowly Birth, 
 Then Jhall we wait with joy and love 
 His glorious Advent from above. 
 
 Sit% toa0 id &Dclj unCre Zeit. 
 
 H ! what is human life below ? 
 A pajjing Jhow 
 Wind, vapour, Jmoke,' a fleeting jhade ; 
 Man's Jhort exijlence Jwiftly flown. 
 He is cut down, 
 
48 ^litient. 
 
 As by the Jcythe the Jpringing blade : 
 Our years roll on and make no jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 
 
 Man's days are like to fragile glajs, 
 
 Or fading grajs, 
 Or flower whofe petals jbon are Jlrewn ; 
 E'en he who boajls of matchlejs Jlrength, 
 
 Sinks down at length, 
 When Death's cold breath has o'er him blown : 
 Our years roll on, and make no Jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 
 
 Youth, whofe frejh bloom we may compare 
 
 To rofes fair, 
 Mujl pale, and all its charms forego ; 
 All Jplendour, beauty, pomp, or Jlate, 
 
 Which men high rate. 
 Shall be ere long by Death laid low : 
 Our years roll on, and make no Jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 
 
 Man is the mark at which take aim, 
 
 As in a game. 
 The darts which Death unerring plies ; 
 Though, like tall Cedar fair outjpread. 
 
 He lift his head, 
 Fell'd down by Death, he lifelefs lies : 
 Our years roll on and make no Jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 
 
^anctae S^pon alifunt (Encaenia. 49 
 
 Death is the lot that mujl befall 
 Both great and fmall ; 
 Then banijh trivial cares of earth ; 
 In thought beyond the things of time 
 
 Thou now muJl climb, 
 If thou wilt win immortal birth : 
 
 Our years roll on, and make no Jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 
 
 And let thy heart oft contemplate 
 
 The Heavenly State, 
 Where is no death, no grief, no pain : 
 Chrijlian, thy frequent thought employ, 
 
 On Heavenly Joy, 
 Wouldjl thou at length that Joy obtain : 
 Our years roll on, and make no Jlay 
 Conjider, Man, thy latter day. 
 
 ^anctae fe^on alifunt (Encaenia. 
 
 OLY Sion's Feajl is fpread : 
 Lo ! to-day the Church is wed. 
 Robe of Grace befeems her well. 
 Sweet and loud the organs Jwell. 
 Drops like dew God's gracious Ruth, 
 Drops like rain His Heavenly Truth. 
 Lo ! the Bridegroom, Mary's Son, 
 Healing Grace for earth has won, 
 Bringing, as the bridal Dower, 
 All the Spirit's Jevenfold Power. 
 
 
 
50 autiean ] 
 
 The Life-giving Feajl is Jpread 
 
 He, the Lamb once offered j 
 
 While the Sire, the Heavenly King | 
 
 Bids His Own with welcoming : ; 
 
 Abel, jpotlejs raiment wearing ; ^ 
 
 Noah, God's jujt Wrath declaring. j 
 
 BleJOfing once again the Feajl | 
 
 Sits Melchijedec the Priejl. I 
 
 Abraham brings his tried Sincerity, ] 
 
 Ijaac Hope, and Jacob Charity ; \ 
 Mofes, with his Glory rayed ; 
 
 Jojhua, who the Sun's courje Jlayed. \ 
 
 Youthful David jmites the foe ; j 
 
 Royal David's fweet Pjalms flow. 
 
 Joined the Law and Prophets Jland ' 
 By the Gojpel's golden band. 
 O'er earth and Heaven His BleJJings fall, | 
 
 His Fullnefs, Who is All in All. l 
 
 Si 9^ilini3:!)t ^^mn of t^e (Breeli C^urc^. 
 
 EHOLD ! the Bridegroom cometh in the 
 middle of the night. 
 And blejl is he whofe loins are girt, 
 whofe Lamp is burning bright ; 
 But woe to that dull jervant, whom the Majler 
 
 Jhall jurprife 
 With Lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with 
 jlumber in his eyes. 
 
Do thou, my Soul, beware, beware, lejl thou in Jleep 
 
 Jink down, 
 Lejl thou be given o'er to Death, and lofe the golden 
 
 Crown ; 
 But fee that thou be fober, with watchful eyes, 
 
 and thus 
 Cry Holy, Holy, Holy God, have Mercy upon 
 
 us. 
 
 That Day, the Day of Fear, jhall come ; my Soul, 
 
 Jlack not thy toil. 
 But light thy Lamp, and feed it well, and make 
 
 it bright with oil ; 
 Who knowejl not how Joon may found the Cry 
 
 at eventide 
 Behold the Bridegroom comes. Arife ! Go forth 
 
 to meet the Bride. 
 
 Beware, my Soul ; take then good heed, left thou 
 
 in fiumber lie. 
 And, like the Five, remain without, and knock, and 
 
 vainly cry ; 
 But watch, and bear thy Lamp undimmed, and 
 
 Christ Jhall gird thee on 
 His ownbrightWedding-robeof Light the Glory 
 
 of the Son. 
 
S2 m^tnu 
 
 Cf)e Call of tltt Cljrittian ^ilsvm&. 
 
 OME ! for the Lord hath called us, 
 Called us the world to forjake, 
 Called us to come to Himjelf, 
 Called us His Joys to partake ; 
 
 Let us up and away 
 
 While it yet is the day, 
 
 While we yet have the light. 
 
 Ere the darknejs and night. 
 
 Come ! for the Lord hath called us, 
 
 What Jhould we tarry for here ? 
 Sicknefs and grief Jurround us, 
 
 Death and the cold grave are near ; 
 Let us up and away^ 
 Why, oh, why Jhould we Jlay 
 Amid jbrrow and fears 
 In this valley of tears ? 
 
 Come ! for the Lord hath called us. 
 
 Called us to make us all free, 
 Called us to come to His Courts, 
 Called us His Children to be ; 
 Let us up and away 
 And like children obey ; 
 *Tis our Father doth fpeak, 
 'Tis our Home that we jeek. 
 
3Die0 ilia, 2Die0 Wiitat. 53 
 
 Come ! for the Lord hath called us, 
 Us whom His Mercy hath bought, 
 Let us not linger madly 
 
 Counting His Sacrifice nought ; 
 Let us up and away, 
 Lejl His Love we gainjay, 
 And His Anger full fore 
 Cloje againjl us the door, 
 
 2Die0 ilia, 2Ditss Wiitat, 
 
 O ! the Day the Day of Life, Day of 
 unimagined Light, 
 Day when Death itjelf jhall die and 
 there Jhall be no more night. 
 Steadily that Day approacheth, when the Jujl Jhall 
 
 find their rejl. 
 When the wicked ceaje from troubling, and the 
 Patient reign mojl blejl. 
 
 See the King dejired for ages, by the JuJl expeSed 
 
 long; 
 Long implored, at length He hajleth, cometh with 
 
 Salvation Jlrong. 
 Oh, how pajl all utterance happy, fweet and joyful 
 
 it will be 
 When they who, Unfeen, have loved Him, Jesus 
 
 Face to face Jhall Jee. 
 
 In that Day, how good and pleajant, this poor 
 world to have dejpijed ; 
 
54 atitient 
 
 And how mournful, and how bitter, dear that lojl 
 
 world to have prized : 
 BleJJed, then, earth's patient mourners, who for 
 
 Christ have toiled and died. 
 Driven by the world's rough prejQfure in thoje man- 
 
 Jions to abide. 
 
 There Jhall be no Jighs or weeping, not a Jhade of 
 doubt or fear, 
 
 No old age, no want or jbrrow, nothing Jick or 
 lacking there : 
 
 There the Peace will be unbroken, deep and folemn 
 Joy be Jhed ; 
 
 Youth in fadelefs flower and frejhnejs, and Sal- 
 vation perfeSed. 
 
 What will be the Blifs and Rapture none can dream 
 
 and none can tell. 
 There to reign among the Angels, in that Heavenly 
 
 Home to dwell. 
 To thofe Realms, jujl Judge, oh call me, deign to 
 
 open that blejl Gate, 
 Thou Whom, Jeeking, looking, longing, I with 
 
 eager Hope await. 
 
PART 11. 
 
 C&e 31ncarnation* 
 
 THE ANNUNCIATION AND NATIVITY 
 OF OUR BLESSED LORD. 
 
 aaiir angen tifr, 3|mmanueU 
 
 E Jing to Thee, Emmanuel, 
 The Prince of Life, Salvation's 
 
 Well, 
 The Plant of Heaven, the Star of 
 Morn, 
 The Lord of Lords, the Virgin-born. 
 
 All glory, worjhip, thanks, and praije, 
 That Thou art come in theje our days ; 
 Thou Heavenly Guejl expelled long, 
 We hail Thee with a joyful fong. 
 
 For Thee, Jince firjl the world was made. 
 Men's hearts have waited, watched, and prayed ; 
 Prophets and Patriarchs, year by year, 
 Have longed to fee Thy Light appear. 
 
56 ^1)0 31ncaritatiDn. I 
 
 O God they prayed from Sion rije, I 
 
 And hear Thy captive People's cries ; | 
 
 At length, O Lord, Salvation bring, i 
 
 Then Jacob Jhall rejoice and jing. j 
 
 I 
 Now Thou, by Whom the world was made, \ 
 
 Art in Thy Manger-cradle laid ; \ 
 
 Maker of all things great, art fmall, 
 
 Naked Thyfelf, though clothing all. 
 
 Thou, Who both Heaven and earth dojl fway, 
 In Jlrangers' Inn art fain to Jlay ; 
 And though Thy Power makes Angels blejl, | 
 
 Dojl feek Thy Food from human Breajl. 
 
 Encouraged thus, our love grows bold 
 
 On Thee to lay our Jleadfajl hold ; \ 
 
 The Crojs which Thou didjl undergo \ 
 
 Has vanquijhed Death and healed our woe. i 
 
 1 
 Thou art our Head then Lord, of Thee ^ 
 
 True, living Members we will be ; i 
 
 And, in the Strength Thy Grace Jhall give, \ 
 
 Will live as Thou wouldjl have us live. _ : 
 
 \ 
 As each jhort year goes quickly round, I 
 
 Our Alleluias Jhall rejbund ; 
 
 And when we reckon years no more, : 
 
 May we in Heaven Thy Name adore. 
 
57 
 
 HE Wonder-working Majler 
 
 Once deigned His Race to jave, 
 When dry land for His People 
 He made the Red Sea wave : 
 Now born for us, all willing, 
 Of Maiden pure and fweet, 
 The path to Heavenly Manjions 
 He opens to our feet, 
 
 The Bujh unburned mojl truly 
 
 Portrays the holy Womb, 
 Whence Jprung the Word Incarnate 
 
 To looje the ancient doom, 
 And all the bitter jbrrows 
 
 Of Eva's curje to Jlay, 
 The Word, Who hither wended 
 
 Our Jin to do away. 
 
 To Him, with God the Father 
 
 In Subjlance truly One, 
 One with mankind, from all men 
 
 Be laud for ever done : 
 God to our human nature. 
 
 To our mortality 
 In form conjoined, we worjhip. 
 
 And Him we glorify. 
 
s6 ^1)0 31 n carnation. 
 
 O God they prayed from Sion rije, 
 And hear Thy captive People's cries ; 
 At length, O Lord, Salvation bring. 
 Then Jacob jhall rejoice and Jing. 
 
 Now Thou, by Whom the world was made, 
 Art in Thy Manger-cradle laid ; 
 Maker of all things great, art jmall, 
 Naked Thyjelf, though clothing all. 
 
 Thou, Who both Heaven and earth dojl fway, 
 In Jlrangers' Inn art fain to Jlay ; 
 And though Thy Power makes Angels blejl, 
 Dojl Jeek Thy Food from human Breajl. 
 
 Encouraged thus, our love grows bold 
 On Thee to lay our Jleadfajl hold ; 
 The Crojs which Thou didjl undergo 
 Has vanquijhed Death and healed our woe. 
 
 Thou art our Head then Lord, of Thee 
 True, living Members we will be ; 
 And, in the Strength Thy Grace Jhall give. 
 Will live as Thou wouldjl have us live. 
 
 As each Jhort year goes quickly round, 
 Our Alleluias Jhall rejbund ; 
 And when we reckon years no more. 
 May we in Heaven Thy Name adore. 
 
57 
 
 'Ecraxre Xocovy ^ocvf^ocrovoycov AscFTrorvig. 
 
 HE Wonder-working Majler 
 
 Once deigned His Race to jave, 
 When dry land for His People 
 He made the Red Sea wave : 
 Now born for us, all willing, 
 Of Maiden pure and jweet. 
 The path to Heavenly Manjions 
 He opens to our feet, 
 
 The Bujh unburned mojl truly 
 
 Portrays the holy Womb, 
 Whence jprung the Word Incarnate 
 
 To looje the ancient doom, 
 And all the bitter Jbrrows 
 
 Of Eva's curfe to Jlay, 
 The Word, Who hither wended 
 
 Our Jin to do away. 
 
 To Him, with God the Father 
 
 In Subjlance truly One, 
 One with mankind, from all men 
 
 Be laud for ever done : 
 God to our human nature. 
 
 To our mortality 
 In form conjoined, we worjhip. 
 
 And Him we glorify. 
 
6o d)e3|ncarnatiom 
 
 And for his gain to welcome deepejl lojs 
 This was a Hero's Deed. But to be born 
 
 In juch poor abjeS lodging, juch Jcant room, 
 A doorlejs jhed in icy blajls forlorn. 
 
 So lowto Jloop, Who from juch height didjl come 
 Oh, what a choice was this, my Sovran Lord ? 
 
 What Strength did Godhead to Thy Cradle lend 
 
 To bear that outrage of cold winter's breath ? 
 Not more Thy bloody Sweat, or Body gored : 
 For greater far the dijlance to dejcend 
 
 From God to Man, than from poor Man to Death. 
 
 %\)Z a^anpu'-djrone- 
 
 IKE Jilver lamps in a dijlant Jhrine 
 The Jlars are Jparkling clear and 
 bright ; 
 The bells of the City of God ring out, 
 For the Son of Mary was born to-night ; 
 The gloom is pajl, and the morn at lajl 
 Is coming with orient Light. 
 
 Never fell melodies half fo fweet 
 As thofe which are filling the Jkies ; 
 
 And never a Palace Jhone half [o fair 
 
 As the Manger-bed where our Saviour lies ; 
 
 Nor night in the year is half jb dear 
 As this, which has ended our Jighs. 
 
 Now a new Power has come on the earth, 
 A match for the armies of Hell : 
 
3Iubilemus fealbator^ 6i 
 
 A Child is born Who Jhall conquer the Foe, 
 And all the Spirits of wickednejs quell : 
 
 For Mary's Son is the Mighty One 
 Whom the Prophets of God foretell. 
 
 The Jlars of Heaven Jlill jhine as at flrjl 
 They gleamed on this wonderful night ; 
 
 The bells of the City of God peal out, 
 
 And the Angels' fong Jlill rings in the height ; 
 
 And Love Jlill turns where the Godhead burns, 
 Veiled in the Flesh from flejhly Jight. 
 
 Faith fees no longer the Stable-floor, 
 The Pavement of Japphire is there ; 
 
 The clear Light of Heaven Jlreams out to the world ; 
 And Angels of God are crowding the air ; 
 
 And Heaven and earth, through the Jpotlejs Birth, 
 Are at peace on this night [o fair. 
 
 g!ubilemu0 ^altjatori* 
 
 N her Lord His Church rejoices, 
 Whom the hojl of Heavenly voices 
 
 Welcome to His earthly Throne : 
 Peace from Heaven their Jong reciteth, 
 Earth to Heaven it reuniteth. 
 
 Church with Angels now are one. 
 
 To the Flejh the Word is chained, 
 As it had been fore-ordained : 
 Unapproached by mortal man. 
 
62 ^^t ^ncarnatiom 
 
 Bears a Virgin God's own Temple, 
 Nor Exemplar nor Exemple 
 Having jince the worlds began. 
 
 'Tis a Marvel pajl dijcerning, 
 That the Bujh with Fire is burning, 
 
 Yet the BuJh It not conjumes : 
 Dews the Jkies give, mijls the mountains, 
 Melt the clouds, the hills are fountains. 
 
 And the Root of Jejje blooms. 
 
 From the Root the Flower up-groweth. 
 As the Oracle forejhoweth 
 
 Filling the rapt Seer with joy : 
 JeJJe's Root was David's Pattern, 
 So the Rod the Virgin Matern, 
 
 And its Flower her Heavenly Boy. 
 
 Where is gladnefs more abounding ? 
 Where the plummet deep for founding 
 
 Such abyfmal Myjlery ? 
 Here is theme for endlefs wonder ; 
 Saints and Angels, praijing, ponder 
 
 God an Infant deigns to be ! 
 
 Every charm the Flower attendeth : 
 It to inner fenfe commendeth 
 
 Seven-fold Grace's rich perfume : 
 Let us in this Flower delight us, 
 To the Feajl which doth invite us 
 
 With Its fair and fragrant Bloom. 
 
25efore t^e paling: of tf)e ^tav&. 63 
 
 Jesu, Branch that Jhall not wither, 
 May the day which brought Thee hither, 
 
 Bring Thy People Joy and Peace : 
 Flower and Fruit of Virgin culture, 
 Vital in Thy brief Sepulture, 
 
 Never Jhall Thy Praijes ceaje. 
 
 13efore ttie paling of t^e >tai:0. 
 
 EFORE the paling of the jlars, 
 
 Before the winter morn, 
 
 Before the earliejl cockcrow, 
 
 Jesus Christ was born : 
 
 Born in a Stable, - 
 
 Cradled in a Manger, 
 In the world His Hands had made 
 Born a Stranger. 
 
 Priejl and King lay fajl ajleep 
 
 Injerufalem, j'Q 
 
 Young and old lay fajl ajleep 
 
 In crowded Bethlehem : 
 Saint and Angel, ox and ajs. 
 
 Kept a watch together 
 Before the Chrijlmas daybreak 
 
 In the winter weather. 
 
 Jesus on His Mother's breajl 
 
 In the Stable cold, 
 Spotlefs Lamb of God was He, 
 
 Shepherd of the^l^ld : 
 
64 %^t 3Incarnat(on 
 
 Let us kneel with Mary Maid, 
 With Jofeph bent and hoary, 
 
 With Saipt and Angel, ox and ajs. 
 To hail the King of Glory. 
 
 %\i tttmi mu ttelle. 
 
 REAT King, from Heaven's high 
 Throne dejcending low, 
 In Bethlehem's Jlable born in cold and 
 woe. 
 
 Thou Jhiverejl in a Manger, Babe Divine, 
 Much hajl Thou borne for Jins : how much for mine ! 
 
 The world's Creator Thou, our God Adored, 
 Thou jufferejl cold and want, O Humbled Lord; 
 Dear Chojen Child, when Love transforms Thee 
 
 For Thee my heart the more with Love Jhall glow. 
 
 In Joy repofmg on Thy Father's Breajl, 
 How can a couch of Jlraw afford Thee rejl ? 
 Sweet Love, thus pained, inflame my frozen heart; 
 Jesus, to me Thy purejl Love impart. 
 
 If thus to fuffer was Thy gracious Will, 
 Yet, Loving Saviour, let me ajk Thee Jlill, 
 What could Thy blijsful Soul to fuffering move ? 
 Thou weepejl, not for grief, ah no ! for Love. 
 
^f)e Birtf) of t^e Cfiriamn'gf 2Dap. 65 
 
 Thou grievejl, after all Thy Love, to Jee 
 Thyjelf jb little loved, O God, by me : 
 Yet, if the pajl [o little love has Jhown, 
 I love Thee now, O Jesus, Thee alone. 
 
 Thou Jleepejl, Holy Infant, but Thou art 
 For us Jlill wakeful in Thy tender Heart : 
 Tell me, O Beauteous Lamb, jay what may be 
 Thy Thoughts ? I hear Thee lijp To die for 
 Thee. 
 
 C^e Birtf) of tf)e Cfirittian'S 3Dap. 
 
 PIRIT of Midnight bounding with 
 happinejs. 
 Herald thejoy of the Saviour's Ray; 
 Shout through Eternity's region of 
 BleJOTednefs, 
 Hail to the birth of the Chrijlian's Day ! 
 
 Spirit of Morning fond lips are greeting thee 
 Beam as thou didjl, on the Shepherds of old ; 
 
 Light with thy kindlinejs,bojbms nowmeeting thee. 
 Shine in thy might, but with Mercy enrolled. 
 
 Spirit of Noontide comfort dijlilling. 
 
 Warm the lone hearts of the defolate poor ; 
 
 Brood o'er the dwellings that forrow is chilling ; 
 Hearts that are mournful, to happinejs lure. 
 
 F 
 
66 %l)t incarnation* 
 
 spirit of Evening link into Unity 
 
 Hearts that are met round the hearths of their 
 home. 
 Fetter the chains in the fires of Eternity, 
 
 Firm and untouched wherejbever they roam. 
 
 Spirit of Midnight jeajbns may fever, 
 
 Ere thou returnejl, whence thou'rt fleeting away, 
 
 Friends of the bojbm now nejlling together 
 Warm in the jmiles that thy features dijplay. 
 
 Grant, ere thou poijejl thy fluttering wing. 
 
 Thy Coming may find us unaltered to Jing 
 Hail to the birth of the Chrijlian's Day ! 
 
 LORY to God ! We were in bitter need, 
 We Jate in darknejs long and weary 
 days. 
 But now our Light is come, the Light 
 indeed. 
 And we may rije and Jhine with kindred rays ; 
 The God-Man condefcends for man's ajcending. 
 The Guiltlefs drinks guilt's woes to work their 
 ending. 
 
 O myjlic Gift of God Omnipotent ! 
 
 O happinefs for man, mojl deep, mojl dear ! 
 This is no theme for jubtle argument. 
 
 No lore of earth hath lot or portion here ; 
 
2DDrmn jFiU;iiormi! 67 
 
 That the Great God Jhould fo abased be 
 We jpeak, we cannot fearch, the Myjlery. 
 
 The Dew of God is on the parched Fleece, 
 The faplefs Rod blooms with immortal Flowers, 
 
 The Virgin bears a Son, our utter Peace, 
 Nor knows pollution in her travail's hours ; 
 
 We cannot jpeak that Birth ; we but confejs 
 
 Mojl great the Myjlery of Godlinefs. 
 
 Though it may chance the Jhipmen toil in rowing 
 With many a wreck far Jlrewn on either hand. 
 
 There is a Star above the waters glowing. 
 
 There is an Ark which Jights the Pleajant Land, 
 
 There is a Door of Life fet wide, which none 
 
 Can open to lorn Souls, can Jhut, fave One. 
 
 O not with objervation came He then 
 Into our world, but jbon the day Jhall be 
 
 When with great Glory He Jhall come again 
 With all His Saints, and every eye Jhall fee 
 
 Him whom they pierced. When we meet Thee 
 thus 
 
 Let there be Mercy, O our God, on us. 
 
 2DDrmi ! iFili\ liDrmi ! 
 
 jRUSH ! the Virgin's Song is ringing 
 Through the lowly Manger's Jhed, 
 Jojeph's voice the chorus Jinging 
 O'er their Glorious Infant's bed 
 
68 ^1)0 incarnation^ 
 
 Oft- repeated Lays, full of Thy Jvveet Praije, j 
 Dearejl Babe, our love Jhall raife. | 
 
 ! 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, for in the Manger \ 
 
 Softejl hay beneath Thee lies ; \ 
 
 Loveliejl Infant, here no danger j 
 
 Can Thy precious Life Jurprije. | 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, my Crown, my Beauty, ! 
 
 Lulled with nectar from my Breajl ; 
 
 Sleep 1 whiljl jweet Maternal duty ] 
 
 Watches o'er Thy balmy rejl. ] 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, ]b full of Sweetnejs, 
 
 Sweeter than the honey-comb ; 
 Sleep ! my Joy, my life's Completenejs, 
 
 Offspring of my Virgin Womb. 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, and I will render 
 
 To Thy Wijhes full fupply ; 
 Thy dear Mother's Pleajure, tender 
 
 As the apple of her eye. 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, my heart's jble Treajure, 
 Giving Joy which fears not death ; 
 
 Angels Jeem to whijper pleajure 
 When I hear Thy jleeping Breath. 
 
 Sleep ! my Child ; Thy Mother Jinging 
 Lulls Thee now to calm repoje ; 
 
 Jofeph's voice rejponjive ringing 
 Softly as the chorus flows. 
 
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^ntv iliatu0 in I5ett)le|)em. 69 
 
 Sleep ! my Child, for I am pouring 
 
 Roje and violet on Thy bed : 
 Hyacinths bejlrew Thy flooring ; 
 
 Lilies lie around Thy Head. 
 
 Sleep ! my Child ; were Minjlrels needed, 
 I would jend for Bethlehem's Swains; 
 
 Never are their fongs unheeded, 
 None can waken holier Jlrains : 
 
 Oft-repeated Lays, full of Thy jweet Praije, 
 
 Dearejl Babe, our love Jhall raije, 
 
 ^ixzt natug in BetMeljem. 
 
 CHILD is born in Bethlehem 
 And joyful is Jerufalem. 
 
 He lies within a lowly Jlall, 
 The King Who reigneth over all. 
 
 The ox and afs beheld that fight. 
 
 And knew Him for the Lord of Might. 
 
 The Wife Men hajlen to their King, 
 And Gold, and Myrrh, and Incenfe bring. 
 
 Sprung from no mortal father, He 
 Is born of pure Virginity. 
 
 Unwounded by the ferpent's tooth. 
 He comes to us a Man in footh. 
 
 Like to the flefh man dwelleth in, 
 But all unlike to man in fm. 
 
70 %l)t 3!ncarnatiDn. 
 
 That He might bring our mortal race 
 Back to the Image of His Face. 
 
 Now upon this, His Natal-day, 
 Blejs we our Infant Lord alway. 
 
 i 
 
 ^VE! Maria: 
 
 Thou hajl Jmiled 
 
 O'er the Cradle of thy Son ; I 
 
 Whilfl eajtern Monarchs \ 
 
 Their treajures piled, J 
 
 To hail in its beauty, pure and mild, j 
 
 Redemption's work begun : '\ 
 
 Yes, thou hajl jmiled ; I 
 
 By that happy hour l 
 
 When Angels fang, ' \ 
 
 And Judah's Flower 
 
 From Its fair Stem jprang, ^ 
 
 Heaven gaze on us in our hours of joy, 
 
 As the Mother jmiled on her Heavenly Boy. \ 
 
 Ave ! Maria : j 
 
 Thou hajl wept j 
 
 O'er the Grave of thy Glorious Son ; \ 
 
 While Roman Warders 
 
 Their night-watch kept, \ 
 
 Where the Child of our Heavenly Father jlept \ 
 
 When His mortal Race was run : i 
 
gin il^atali 2Domini. 
 
 Yes, thou hajl wept ; 
 By that darknejs of grief 
 
 Around her jpread 
 As Jhe mourned like a leaf 
 When its flower lies dead, 
 May love like hers, in deep dijlrejs, 
 Be fountain of our wildernejs. 
 
 gin iliatalt 3DDminu 
 
 N the Birthday of the Lord 
 Angels joy in glad accord, 
 And they Jing in Jweetejl tone- 
 Glory be to God alone. 
 God is born of Maiden fair, 
 Mary doth the Saviour bear, 
 Mary Ever-pure. 
 
 Theje good news an Angel told 
 To the Shepherds by their fold. 
 Told them of the Saviour's Birth, 
 Told them of the Joy for earth. 
 
 Born is now Emmanuel, 
 He, announced by Gabriel, 
 He, Whom Prophets old attejl, 
 Cometh from His Father's Breajl. 
 
 Born to-day is Christ the Child, 
 Born of Mary undefiled, 
 
72 C^e Incarnation. 
 
 Of no feed of mortal born, 
 
 He hath raijed to-day our horn. 
 
 Wife Men, coming to adore, 
 Gold and Myrrh and Incenfe bore 
 To the King and Lord we own ; 
 Glory be to God alone. 
 
 God is born of Maiden fair, 
 Mary doth the Saviour bear, 
 Mary Ever-pure. 
 
 ^f)e a^aon t!)at noto ijs (l^mino:* 
 
 HE Moon that now is Jhining 
 In Jkies [o blue and bright, 
 Shone ages Jince on Shepherds 
 
 Who watched their flocks by night : 
 There was no found upon the earth. 
 
 The azure air was Jlill, 
 The fheep in quiet clujlers lay, 
 Upon the grajfy hill. 
 
 When lo ! a white winged Angel 
 
 The Watchers Jlood before, 
 And told how Christ was born on earth 
 
 For mortals to adore ; 
 He bade the trembling Shepherds 
 
 Lijlen, nor be afraid, 
 And told how in a Manger 
 
 The Glorious Child was laid. 
 
I 
 
 ^5e a^Don t^at nolo i& tttmns- 73 
 
 When Juddenly in the Heavens 
 
 Appeared an Angel-band 
 (The while in reverent wonder 
 
 The Syrian Shepherds Jland) 
 And all the bright Hojl chanted 
 
 Words that Jhall never ceafe 
 Glory to God in the Highejl, 
 
 On earth Good-will and Peace. 
 
 he Vijion in the Heavens 
 
 Faded, and all was Jlill, 
 And the wondering Shepherds left their flocks 
 
 To feed upon the hill : 
 Towards the blejjed City 
 
 Quickly their courje they held, 
 And in a lowly jlable 
 
 Virgin and Child beheld. 
 
 Bejlde a humble Manger 
 
 Was the Maiden-Mother mild. 
 And in her arms her Son Divine, 
 
 A New-born Infant, fmiled. 
 No Jhade of future Sorrow 
 
 From Calvary then was cajl ; 
 Only the Glory was revealed. 
 
 The Suffering was not pajl. 
 
 The Eajlern Kings before Him knelt, 
 
 And rarejl Offerings brought ; 
 The Shepherds worjhipped and adored 
 
 The Wonders God had wrought : 
 
74 ^fie 3|ncarnatiom 
 
 They jaw the Crown for Ifrael's King, 
 The future's glorious part : 
 
 But all thefe things the Mother kept 
 And pondered in her heart. 
 
 TSievcrov Trpog hfjcvovg, oIkbtcov Bveoyercc, 
 
 END to our hymns, Redeemer ; 
 The Foe's high brow bring low ; 
 Thou from on High beholdejl 
 Each Jin which works our woe. 
 Yet us. Thine Own, mojl Holy, 
 
 Who Jtedfajlly believe. 
 
 Thy Minjlrels, truly faithful, 
 
 Thyjelf in Love receive. 
 
 The band of herdjmen chofen 
 
 The jlrange new Jight to fee. 
 Was troubled at beholding 
 
 The wondrous Myjlery : 
 The Offspring of a Maiden, 
 
 Incarnate without feed, 
 This, this the pajfmg Marvel 
 
 No human mind can read. 
 
 O Jlght all unaccujlomed. 
 
 Their Monarch, Christ the Lord, 
 They fee by tuneful Cohorts 
 
 Of Seraphim adored ; 
 
%^z Sl^jfferp of tlje Incarnation. 75 j 
 
 In tender Loving-kindnejs ] 
 
 He comes, Who rules the Jky, j 
 
 And born of Maid unwedded, | 
 
 Fulfils His Promi]^ high. j 
 
 Erewhile without a Body, | 
 
 The Essence Flejh was made, j 
 
 The Word took matter to Him | 
 
 From Mary, jlainlejs Maid : 
 That to Himjelf, us Jinners, 
 
 The guilty jbns of men, ^ 
 
 Fallen chiefs of His Creation, I 
 
 He might draw back again. i 
 
 %lz a^pfteri? of t^e ^Incarnation^ 
 
 MAIDEN in thy lowly Bower, 
 Though jpotlefs as a new-born flower. 
 Well may thy Spirit fmk with fear 
 Such wondrous things to fee and hear. 
 
 Thrice blejl indeed, beyond all thought, 
 The chojen Shrine thy Maker fought 
 When coming from His Mercy-feat 
 Th' eternal Purpofe to complete ; 
 
 That God and Man might be in One 
 The Word the Sole-begotten Son 
 While Hojts of Heaven in mute amaze 
 And filent adoration gaze. 
 
76 %^z Incarnation. 
 
 Hail ! Mary, Mother undefiled, 
 We love thee for thy Holy Child ; 
 We love thee for thy jlainlejs Life, 
 Mojl pure and Ever-Virgin Wife. 
 
 We love thee, and we blefs thy name, 
 And fain our breajls would feel the flame 
 Of Love adoring and Divine 
 Thou barejl to our Lord and thine. 
 
 And though unworthy of the leajl 
 Of all Thy Mercies, King and Priejl, 
 Yet Thou, perchance, wilt deign one day 
 Not far from Thee to let us Jlay. 
 
 flD ter faecunlia0, o ter jucunuajs* 
 
 HRICE joyful night. 
 
 With Blejmgs dight, 
 Which faw the Saviour's Birth ; 
 
 From Heaven high 
 My God is nigh 
 To calm the woes of earth. 
 
 When Eve's fad fall 
 
 Had, like a pall, 
 Enjhrouded all our race, 
 
 As Man He came. 
 
 For man to claim 
 A Light for earth's dark face. 
 
I^arfi ! !)earli ?e not tlje ancient ^ztv ? 77 
 
 Th' eternal Light 
 
 The Godhead Bright 
 In Jwathing bands they fold ; 
 
 The King of all 
 
 In lowly Jlall 
 The ox and ajs behold. 
 
 Th' Almighty Word 
 
 Whom Hojls adored 
 A Silent Infant lay ; 
 
 The Sun grows old, 
 
 Its beam falls cold ; 
 What mean theje Marvels ? Say ! 
 
 I^arfe ! Jearo je not tlje ancient ^ttv 
 
 ARK ! heard ye not the ancient Seer, j 
 
 While thus the wondrous promije l 
 
 ran ] 
 
 A Virgin jhall conceive, and bear 
 
 A Son, Emmanuel, God with man? ^ 
 
 Hark ! hear ye not the Angel bring \ 
 
 His anjwering MeJJage from the Sky j 
 
 Hail ! Virgin ble/l, from whom jhall jpring 1 
 
 A Son, the Son of God moji High ? j 
 
 O Thou, Who didjl not Jcorn below, 1 
 
 The Son of Man, with us to dwell, \ 
 
 And us Thy Father's Glory Jhow, 
 
 The Son of God, Emmanuel : J 
 
78 ^5^ Incarnation. 
 
 Thou, for our Jake Incarnate made, 
 
 Thy Godhead, lo ! with faith we own, 
 
 Or in a Servant's Form arrayed, 
 
 Or Partner of Thy Father's Throne. 
 
 <D ^ox M meliio fplcnliior Uie. 
 
 LL Hail ! thou Night, than day more 
 bright. 
 Through whofe myjlerious Jhade, 
 In wondrous Birth, aroje on earth. 
 From Bojbm of pure Maid, 
 The Sun new-born, a Star of morn, 
 Filling the world with Light. 
 
 He, Who alone, from Heaven's high Throne, 
 
 Rules all, and doth rejlore 
 To God's Embrace man's fallen race, 
 
 Lies on a cottage floor 
 Like Him that we, Jave poverty. 
 
 Have nought to call our own. 
 
 While o'er their jheep cloje watch they keep, 
 
 Thofe Shepherds firjl receive 
 The Heavenly Call, that doth to all 
 
 Great Joy and Gladnejs give ; 
 The Call from Heaven, to watchmen given, 
 
 That wake and never Jleep. 
 
79 
 
 %o Cljrift t^e ilorD. 
 
 O Christ the Lord, 
 Th' Incarnate Word, 
 Who left for us His Father's Throne, 
 
 Put off His Crown, 
 To earth came down, 
 And lived amongjl us as our own. 
 The praijes of our lives belong ; 
 Accept, O Lord, both lives and fong. 
 
 To Him who lay. 
 
 As on this day. 
 Low in His Manger-bed on earth. 
 
 The Holy Child 
 
 Who, Undeflled, 
 Was born to give us jecond Birth, 
 The praifes of our lives belong ; 
 Accept, O Lord, both lives and Jong. 
 
 His Name be blejl. 
 
 Who, from His Rejl, 
 Came down to Juffer for us here. 
 
 Our Jins to bear. 
 
 Our griefs to Jhare, 
 To Jhed, and dry the mourner's tear. 
 To Him our lives and praije belong ; 
 Accept, O Lord, both lives and jbng. 
 
8o ^1)0 3!iicarnatiDn. \ 
 
 Glory and Love 
 
 To God above 
 
 Be ever in the Highejl given, i 
 
 Good-will to men ! 
 
 Below, and then 
 Peace, endlejs Peace, 'twixt earth and Heaven ; 
 Our lives, our praije to Christ belong ; 
 
 Accept, O Lord, both lives aud Jong. i 
 
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 J 
 
 ^fje l^olP C^ilu Ct)na. i 
 
 ING the Holy Child Christ, ; 
 
 True Eternal Lord ; 
 
 Born a Helplejs Infant, 
 
 He the Incarnate Word. I 
 
 Hajle we to the Manger | 
 
 Where in jwathing bands ' 
 
 He lies, the whole creation I 
 
 Holding in His Hands. ] 
 
 Lo ! the horned cattle | 
 
 Stand around His bed, ] 
 
 While on Mary's Bojbm i 
 
 Refls that little Head | 
 
 That Head, which men hereafter I 
 
 Shall in bitter fcorn, j 
 
 With many a taunting gejlure, 
 
 Bind about with thorn. 
 
 Child, to Whom all nations | 
 
 Bending Jhall be brought, i 
 
I 
 
 ^m ! ^ni^ iace0 )tabulo ? 
 
 Child, Who our Salvation 
 Wondroujly hajl wrought. 
 
 To Thee we bring our carols 
 At this holy Tide, 
 
 When firjl to Jew and Gentile 
 Heaven was opened wide. 
 
 ^m ! ^uifi jaceg! fe)tabulo ? 
 
 WATHED, and feebly wailing, 
 Wherefore art Thou laid 
 All Thy Glory vailing 
 In the Manger's jhade ? 
 King, and yet no royal 
 
 Purple decks Thy Breajl ; 
 Courtiers mute and loyal 
 Bend not o'er Thy Rejt. 
 
 Sinner, here I Jbught thee, 
 
 Here I made My Home, 
 All My Wealth I brought thee, 
 
 Vile am I become ; 
 All thy lojs redrejjing 
 
 On My Birthday morn. 
 Give My Godhead's BleJJing 
 
 In a Jlable born, 
 
 Thoujand, thoufand praijes, 
 Jesu, for Thy Love, 
 
82 %l)t Incarnation. 
 
 While my Spirit gazes 
 With the Hojl above ; 
 
 Glory in the Highejl 
 
 For Thy wondrous Birth, 
 
 Lowly where Thou liejl, 
 Peace and Love on earth. 
 
 l^aec lUa Colemni0 2Dieg(. | 
 
 HIS is the fe/lal Light, | 
 
 Salvation's Herald bright, 5 
 
 When the golden Sun was jent j 
 
 From the cryjlal Firmament. | 
 
 We were all in ruined plight, I 
 
 Fallen on to endlejs night : 1 
 
 To take the fallen for His Own, i 
 
 Lo ! God Himjelf comes down, ^ 
 
 Whowithth' Eternal Father Jhared His Throne, i 
 
 And on His Bojbm lay, th' Eternal Son, 
 
 He wears time's lowly weeds, \ 
 
 Nor jcorns the Virgin's Womb ; the Holy One 
 
 Puts on our mortal needs, j 
 
 And as our ViSim bleeds, | 
 
 That by His guiltlejs Blood He may atone \ 
 
 For all our guilty deeds. i 
 
 He, Who fills all with His Own Deity, 1 
 
 Our earth hath trod 
 In lineaments of poor mortality ; 
 
^5e ^tar in t|)e Caft. 83 
 
 To bring: us back to God, 
 
 He makes us His Abode : 
 Then to His Feet, Who comes our King, 
 
 All worjhip let us bring ; 
 Three Persons and One God let endlejs ages Jing. 
 
 ^1)0 ^tar fti tlje (Eafl. 
 
 OD is the Lord Who Jhows us Light ; 
 
 No ray from Idol temple flows : 
 When all was funk in Jinful night, 
 The Star of Bethlehem aroje. 
 
 The Dayfpring from on High hath come, 
 To light whoe'er in darknefs Jlrays, 
 
 To chaje the Jhadows of the tomb. 
 And guide our feet in peaceful ways. 
 
 The Sun of Righteoujhejs hath rifen 
 With Healing in His radiant Wings : 
 
 He Jhines into the Soul's dark prijbn. 
 And Hope in hearts dejpairing Jprings. 
 
 Then let us, while the Altar burns. 
 
 With cords each duteous Offering bind : 
 
 Alas ! O Lord, what fit returns 
 
 Can we for Thy great Mercies find ? 
 
84 ^1)0 Incarnation* 
 
 Yet wilt Thou not rejeS, though poor, 
 The tribute of our contrite hearts, 
 
 If by thoje bands of Love made jure 
 
 Which Thine Own Spirit's Grace imparts. 
 
 Our life, our Soul, our all, we bring 
 
 In living Sacrifice to Thee 
 To Thee, our Prophet, Priejl, and King, 
 
 For us Who died upon the Tree. 
 
 CoeleOigf aie0 nuntiat. 
 
 HE Herald lights from Heaven on golden 
 wing. 
 Announcing Myjleries the Time is 
 come 
 And God Himjelf, with dread O'erjhadowing, 
 Doth fill the Virgin's Womb. 
 
 Thee, from that wondrous and Jlupendous Birth 
 What blejfednefs, O Maiden, doth await. 
 While God, from thine own Bojbm brought to 
 earth, 
 Makes thee the Heavenly Gate. 
 
 Thus moulded by the Spirit's holy Flame, 
 From thy pure Virgin-body, Mother-maid, 
 He, the jble born of Adam free from blame. 
 The Flejh of Christ is made. 
 
tomtit 1Reg:i ilJato notia Cantica. 85 
 
 Thus He, Who, ere the courje of time began, 
 Was Food unto the Heavenly habitants, 
 Becometh Milk for babes, the Food of man. 
 Food tempered to his wants. 
 
 feonent %tsi iliato notia Cantica> 
 
 OW to the new-born King 
 New fongs of glory Jing : 
 His Father He doth call, 
 Him Who created all ; 
 
 His Mother He doth claim. 
 
 The Maid who knew no Jhame ; 
 
 Nojlain of fallen earth 
 
 Attends His jacred Birth. 
 
 Before the world was made, 
 Its Jlrong foundations laid. 
 He, God, with God was One, 
 The Sole-begotten Son : 
 Now in our flejh He Jlands, 
 The Glory of all lands ; 
 In the pure Virgin's Womb 
 That Flejh He doth ajume. 
 
 O, Work to ponder well. 
 Conception Jlrange to tell. 
 And Birth for all to praije 
 Through endlejs, endlejs days, 
 And wondrous Virgin Son, 
 Of God and Man made One : 
 
86 Cfie 3|ncamattDn* 
 
 Thus Holy Men of old 
 Thy gladjbme Birth foretold, 
 As thus Thy Spirit taught 
 This Marvel Jhould be wrought. 
 
 Now Angel's jing Thy Birth, 
 With Peace to all the earth ; 
 Now doth Thy Face Divine 
 On all Thy creatures Jhine ; 
 Now Saints lift up their fongs, 
 For praije to Thee belongs : 
 Hail ! Lord they joyful cry 
 Now bring Salvation nigh ; 
 Save, Holy One in Three, 
 Eternal Trinity. 
 
 %\)t C^ilO 3|efu0 : a Corniil) Carol* 
 
 ELCOME! that Star in Judah'sjky, 
 That Voice o'er Bethlehem's 
 palmy glen. 
 The Lamp far Sages hailed on high, 
 The tones that thrilled the Shepherd-men : 
 Glory to God in loftiejl Heaven 
 
 Thus Angels jmote the echoing chord 
 Glad Tidings unto man forgiven ; 
 
 Peace from the Prejence of the Lord. 
 
 The Shepherds fought that Birth Divine ; 
 The Wije-men traced their guided way ; 
 
Slfar t^e eaftern >feg (0 glotoinff. 87 
 
 There, by Jlrange Light and myjlic Sign, 
 The God they came to worjhip lay : 
 
 A Human Babe in beauty jmiled, 
 Where lowing oxen round Him trod ; 
 
 A Maiden clafped her Awful Child, 
 Pure Offspring of the Breath of God. 
 
 Thofe Voices from on High are mute ; 
 
 The Star the Wije-men jaw is dim ; 
 But Hope Jlill guides the wanderer's foot, 
 
 And Faith renews the Angel-hymn : 
 Glory to God in loftiejl Heaven 
 
 Touch with glad hand the ancient chord 
 Good Tidings unto man forgiven ; 
 
 Peace, from the Prejence of the Lord. 
 
 afar t^e eaftern )fep i& fflotoinff. 
 
 ijFAR the eajlern Sky is glowing, 
 Hoary time again grows young ; 
 From golden fprings of light fair- 
 flowing 
 
 Take one draught inspiring, long : 
 Blejl fulfilment of long yearnings old, 
 Godlike apparent, gentlejl Love behold. 
 
 At lajl, at lajl to earth defcending, 
 
 The Holy Child of Heaven is come ; 
 
 Gales of Life, in mufic blending. 
 
 Breathe o'er the land awakening bloom 
 
88 ^Jelncarnatiom | 
 
 Breathe into flame that never more expires, 
 
 The fcattered embers of extinguijhed fires. i 
 
 From the deep abyjs reviving ] 
 
 New life and energies upfpring, \ 
 
 See Him in Life's ocean diving, | 
 
 Endlejs Peace for us to bring : | 
 
 Lo, in the midjl, with blifs-bejlowing Hands, 
 
 Heedful of every Juppliant He Jlands. \ 
 
 Let His AJpeS, mildly beaming, i 
 
 Deeply Jink thy Soul within ; . 
 
 Thus, His Joys unmeajured, jlreaming ] 
 O'er thee, ever Jhalt thou win : 
 
 All jpirits, hearts, and reajbnings of men, I 
 
 In choral harmony Jhall mingle then. 
 
 To reach His Arms be thy endeavour ; ] 
 
 ImpreJJed within His Traits injlil 5 | 
 
 Towards Him mujl thou turn for ever, ; 
 
 Spread forth unto the Junjhine Jlill : j 
 
 Lay bare thine heart to Him, let all elje perijh, 
 
 And like a faithful Spouje He will thee cherijh. 
 
 Now to dwell with us is given \ 
 
 The Godhead once terrific found ; J 
 
 Wakening to life the Seed of Heaven, I 
 
 From the north to fouthern bound * 
 
 Wait awhile, and God's own Garden fair | 
 
 For us unfading Flower and Fruit Jhall bear. j 
 
89 I 
 
 ^leep ! !^olg Babe* i 
 
 LEEP ! Holy Babe, \ 
 
 Upon Thy Mother's breajl ; i 
 
 Great Lord of earth and fea and Jky, ! 
 
 How jweet it is to ]ee Thee lie j 
 
 In juch a place of refl. t 
 
 Sleep ! Holy Babe ; 3 
 
 Thine Angels watch around, 1 
 
 All bending low, with folded wings, | 
 
 Before th' Incarnate King of kings, I 
 
 In reverent awe profound. 1 
 
 I 
 
 Sleep ! Holy Babe, l 
 
 While I with Mary gaze 
 
 In joy upon that Face awhile, | 
 
 Upon the Loving Infant jmile, | 
 
 Which there Divinely plays. | 
 
 ip Sleep! Holy Babe, 
 
 Ah, take Thy brief Repoje ; 
 
 Too quickly will Thy Slumbers break, j 
 
 And Thou to lengthened Pains awake, ] 
 
 That Death alone Jhall cloje. 
 
 Then mu|l thoje Hands, | 
 
 Which now Jo fair I jee, j 
 
 ThoJe little pearly Feet of Thine, j 
 
 So jbft, jb delicately fine, ] 
 
 Be pierced and rent for me. I 
 
90 ^Ije^Incarnatiom 
 
 Then mujl that Brow 
 
 Its thorny Crown receive ; 
 That Cheek, more lovely than the roje, 
 Be drenched with Blood, and marred with blows, 
 
 That I thereby may live. 
 
 a )oli0 ortujs cartifne* 
 
 ROM where the rijlng Sun goes forth, 
 To where he fpans the utmojl earth, 
 Proclaim we Christ our King, this morn 
 Of Mary Virgin-Mother born : 
 
 All climes unite in common voice, 
 
 Judea, Rome, and Greece rejoice, 
 
 Thrace, Egypt, Perjia, Scythia now, 
 
 To One fole King's dominion bow. 
 
 All, all, confejs your Lord and King ; 
 Redeemed and lojl. His Praijes jing ; 
 Health, Jicknefs, life, and death adore. 
 All live in Him, they die no more. 
 His beauteous Portal, full of Grace, - 
 
 Is hallowed for the King to pafs ; 
 The King doth pajs the folded Door 
 Abideth folded as before. 
 
 Son of the Father's Might Divine, 
 Proceeding from His Virgin-jhrine, 
 Maker, Redeemer, Bridegroom, He 
 The Giant of His Church Jhall be. 
 
SL )Dlig( ortug carlime- 91 
 
 Of Mother-Maid the Light and Joy, 
 Of all believers Hope mojl high, 
 He the dark cup of death jhall drain, 
 Ere He unloofe our guilty chain. 
 
 Fair Stone, cut out from Mountain-height, 
 Filling the world with Grace and Light, 
 Whom, by no hand of mortal hewn. 
 The ancient Sages had forejhewn : 
 *Tis done, what Herald- Angel faid, 
 
 e the True Word, True Flejh is made, 
 
 Virgin-Birth of Virgin- Womb, 
 Virgin of Virgins, Christ is come. 
 
 
 The Jkies have Jhed the Dew from Heaven, 
 Th' outpouring clouds the Jujl One given. 
 Earth's open lap receives the Birth, 
 And brings the Lord the Saviour forth. 
 Oh 'twas a wondrous Travail there 
 When Him the Christ the Virgin bare, 
 So bare the Birth, the Offspring pure. 
 As Ever-Virgin to endure. 
 
 Creator He of all the race. 
 
 For Whom creation hath no place. 
 
 Hath found, chajle Mother, where to dwell, 
 
 Hath Jhrined Him in thy Jacred Cell : 
 
 Whom Sire mojl High, when time was not, 
 
 God Very God of God begot, 
 
 The Bofom chajle of Mother mild 
 
 In time doth bear a New-born Child. 
 
92 die incarnation* | 
 
 % 
 
 iliifftjt fprealigf ^er Table Witil 
 
 IGHT Jpreads her jable veil 
 Acrojs the Jlainlejs Jky, 
 And one by one, each twinkling Jlar 
 Peeps from its Jilent home afar 
 Tempting the wandering eye 
 To rejl while thought in vijion foars, 
 And, lojl in wonderment, adores. 
 
 But lo ! the vaulted dome 
 
 Is filled with Light Divine ; 
 God's Angel comes to earth to-day 
 With gracious News ; about his way 
 
 Celejlial glories jhine : 
 He comes to tell to fallen earth 
 The Long-expeSed Saviour's Birth. 
 
 The Shepherds jee the Light 
 
 And they are jbre afraid ; 
 They hear his voice Let terror ceaje ; 
 To you is born the Prince of peace, 
 
 And in a Manger laid : 
 Go I feek the Saviour, Christ the Lord, 
 The Ever-bleJOfed, All-adored. 
 
 Then wakes a mighty jbng 
 
 From Angel Hojls above, 
 And multitudes unite to Jlng 
 
Fevovc (SpoTBiov T7}v a.vocTrXo^G'iv ttoIXui. 93 
 
 The praije of their Eternal King 
 
 And His redeeming Love : 
 Divine and full that wondrous found 
 Goes echoing on the world around. 
 
 Glory to God on High, 
 
 And on the Earth be Peace, 
 Good-will to men [o fwells the Jlrain : 
 Hope vijits this lojl world again, 
 
 Hope that will never ceaje. 
 While Jesu's Grace and Jesu's Love 
 Call fallen man to Rejl above. 
 
 Tevovg f^poreiov tyjv dvdTrKoca-tv TrcHXai, 
 
 ABAKKUK in ancient fong 
 Foretells the new Creation ; 
 Fellow of the Prophet-throng 
 And Herald of Salvation, 
 Unto him was given to fee 
 Types of wondrous Myjlery. 
 
 Now the Word to mortals' aid 
 From Virgin- Mount hath hajled. 
 
 To frame anew the worlds He made. 
 To heal what Jin has wajled, 
 
 Coming from the funlefs Gates, 
 
 Leading all where Light awaits. 
 
94 ^tje Incarnation^ 
 
 Highejl, Thou our Flejh didjl take, 
 Wajl born an Infant Lowly, 
 
 Didjl Thyjelf man's equal make 
 The Uncreate the Holy : 
 
 Thus to purge the venom dread, 
 
 Flowing from the Serpent's head. 
 
 Gentiles, once corrupt, rejoice. 
 Now javed from condemnation ; 
 
 Lift your hands with joyful voice 
 And tuneful exultation ; 
 
 Christ adoring, Whom alone 
 
 BenefaSor now ye own. 
 
 From the Root of JeJJe jprung, 
 
 O Virgin, born of mortal ; 
 Christ, ere worlds with Godhead One, 
 
 Hath pajfed thy fealed Portal ; 
 When it pleafed Him, coming thus, 
 Meekly to abide with us. 
 
 fe)Dn of (BoO, before Cljee* 
 
 ON of God, before Thee 
 Projlrate, we adore Thee 
 In Thy Manger lying. 
 Born to tears and jighing : 
 
 Blejl the Womb that 'jhrined Thee ; 
 
 Blejl the arms that 'twined Thee ; 
 
il^ata nDbi0 ^altjatore^ 95 
 
 Blejl the fond eye keeping 
 Vigil o'er Thee Jleeping. 
 
 Light of every nation, 
 Joy of all creation, 
 Fount of BlejQings endlejs, 
 Helper of the friendlefs, 
 Make us pure and holy, 
 Gentle, meek, and lowly ; 
 Heavenly tempers jend us ; 
 With Thy Love defend us. 
 
 Lord, Thy Grace difplaying. 
 Keep our feet from Jlraying ; 
 That by Thine own Merit 
 We our Home inherit. 
 Babe Divine, before Thee 
 Projlrate, we adore Thee : 
 Praije to Him, Who gave us 
 Thee from death to fave us. 
 
 iplatD no6i0 ^altiatore* 
 
 OW is born our great Salvation, 
 
 Given a Gift of matchlejs worth. 
 Now iirjl God had conversation 
 'Midjl His creatures on the earth, 
 Light and Health to every nation 
 Honour we His Day of Birth. 
 
96 ^5e31ncarnatiom 
 
 We in tears and death were lying, 
 Now are health and gladnejs rife ; 
 
 Eve was Mother to the dying, 
 Mary doth bring forth the Life 
 
 In His riven Flejh fupplying 
 All the merit of our Jlrife. 
 
 We God's Mercies were negleSing, 
 
 God [o loved the negligent 
 That our Jlate from Heaven injpeSing 
 
 Veiled to earth His Son He Jent, 
 Thus to forrow, Jhame, rejeSing 
 
 From His Place the Bridegroom went. 
 
 Swift our cruel foes overtaking, 
 Strong their Jlrength to overthrow, 
 
 In Himself fulfilment making 
 Of the Law and Prophets lo ! 
 
 Christ, like mighty Giant, waking 
 Comes to run His Courje of Woe. 
 
 Jesu, Thou our Fount of Healing, 
 Thou our Peace and Light alone, 
 
 Liberty to Jlaves revealing 
 
 Through Thyjelf, the Servant-SoN, 
 
 All things with one voice are telling 
 All the Kindnejs Thou hajl done. 
 
97 I 
 
 i 
 
 Si C5tittma0 CaroU 
 
 OME out of doors, and leave thy Jheep; 
 There's peace between the wolf and 
 them ; 
 Poor Shepherd ! God the charge will 
 keep ; 
 Since Peace is born in Bethlehem. 
 
 Peace to the world that God hath loved ! 
 
 The cradle of a race more wild 
 Than e'er in Arab dejert roved, 
 
 By lujl and wrathful Jin defiled, 
 
 Is now a newborn Shepherd's bed, 
 Beneath whofe JlafFof peaceful fway, 
 
 No more of prowling wolf in dread. 
 
 The mountain lamb may Jkip and play. 
 
 Thy watchful dog outjlretched may lie. 
 Sleep all night long, and take no heed ; 
 
 In pajlures wide as earth and Jky, 
 Without a fold, thy flocks may feed. 
 
 The age of gold from this glad night 
 Shall this Aufpicious Child rejlore : 
 
 Faith ! Jpread the fleece as ermine white 
 To Jhield His Couch, and there adore. 
 
98 %l)z Imarnatfom 
 
 C!)t(ftmajS Sl^ornmg: ^^mn. | 
 
 jjWAS in the winter cold, when earth ] 
 
 Was dejblate and wild, j 
 
 That Angels welcomed at His Birth, j 
 
 The Everlajling Child. | 
 
 From Realms of ever-brightening day, ] 
 
 And from His Throne above | 
 
 He came, with humankind to jlay, | 
 
 All Lowlinejs and Love. | 
 
 Then in the Manger the poor beajl | 
 
 Was prejent with His Lord ; 
 Then Swains and Pilgrims from the Eajl 
 
 Saw, wondered, and adored. 
 And I this morn would come with them 
 
 This blejed fight to fee ; 
 And to the Babe of Bethlehem 
 
 Bend low the reverent knee. 
 
 But I have not it makes me figh 
 
 One offering in my power ; 
 'Tis winter all with me, and I 
 
 Have neither fruit nor flower. 
 O God, O Brother, let me give 
 
 My worthlefs felf to Thee ; 
 And that the years which I may live 
 
 May pure and fpotlefs be : 
 
%nx eft ovra (I5ciuitms(. 99 
 
 Grant me Thyfelf, O Saviour Kind, 
 
 Thy Spirit Undcfiled, 
 That I may be in heart and mind 
 
 As gentle as a Child ; 
 That I may tread life's arduous ways 
 
 As Thou Thyfclf hajl trod, 
 And in the might of Prayer and Praife 
 
 Keep ever cloje to God. 
 
 Light of the everlajling Morn, 
 
 Deep through my Spirit Jhine ; 
 There let Thy Prejence newly-born. 
 
 Make all my being Thine : 
 There try me as the Jilver, try 
 
 And cleanje my Soul with care, 
 Till Thou art able to dejcry 
 
 Thy faultlejs Image there. 
 
 %\xx eft orta (BcntfluijJ, 
 
 N the nations Light hath rijen ^ 
 
 Sitting in tenebrous prijbn | 
 
 And the Jhadow drear of death : j 
 
 Joyous is a race afflifled, i 
 
 To behold the Son prediSed ] 
 
 Drawing from the Virgin breath. | 
 
 :i 
 
 To atone for man's oflfending, J 
 
 God in Man is condcfccnding ) 
 
 To our human mijcries : I 
 
 I 
 1 
 
100 -grfie gincarnatian* 
 
 Who but throbs with exultation ? 
 Who but glows with admiration 
 At new ASs of Grace like thefe ? 
 
 This Enigma Sacramental 
 Can no keennejs argumental 
 
 By vain Jearching ever Jblve : 
 Not for us to ascertain it ; 
 God was pleajed to pre-ordain it ; 
 
 How no reajbn can rejblve. 
 
 Who is he hath e'er divined 
 What the God of God dejigned ? 
 
 Who the fublime Secret won ? 
 As with Dew the Fleece was flooded. 
 As the Verge with BloJJbm budded, 
 
 So the Virgin bears a Son. 
 
 Chajle, Conception notwithjlanding ; 
 Virid, Jpite the Flower's expanding ; 
 
 Mother Jhe, yet Maid, declared : 
 In that Holy Thing conceiving, 
 And in Birth to Jesus giving, 
 
 To the Lily well compared. 
 
lOI 
 
 p 
 
 SD come ! Creator spirit. 
 
 COME! Creator Spirit, 
 
 Injpire the Souls of Thine, 
 And fill the hearts, which Thou hajl 
 made. 
 With Grace and Love Divine. 
 
 Author of our Salvation, 
 
 Son of the Virgin's Womb, 
 Remember that our flejh Thou art. 
 
 And didjl our form ajjume. 
 
 This is the fejlal morning, 
 
 Salvation's herald this. 
 Whereon from Heaven to wretched man 
 
 Came down Celejlial Blijs. 
 
 ^This day outfpake the Angel 
 Hail, thou of Women Blejl : 
 With Power and Might the Godhead comes. 
 To fill a Maiden's Breajl. 
 
 Maiden, how great the Glory 
 
 That waits henceforth on thee, 
 Conceived in thine own Womb this day, 
 
 God's Son thy Son mujl be. 
 
 This day the Holy Spirit 
 
 Moulds, of thy Maiden Blood, 
 His Flejh who feeds as Man weak men. 
 
 And Angels as their God. 
 
102 ^1)0 g[ncarnattan. 
 
 ETHLEHEM hath opened Eden, 
 Come ! let us behold : 
 Sweetnefs we have found, once hidden, 
 Pearl of price untold ; 
 Gifts of Paradije, all precious, 
 Stored within the Cave refrejh us. 
 
 There th' unwatered Root appearing 
 
 Blooms in Pardon free ; 
 Chrijlians enter, nothing fearing, 
 
 And the Wonder jee : 
 There the undug Well behold 
 David thirjled for of old. 
 
 Now the Maid her Infant bearing 
 
 Hajlen we to greet ; 
 He ere worlds the Godhead Jharing, 
 
 Little Child Jo fweet. 
 Born within this lowly place. 
 Stays the thirjl of Adam's race. 
 
 fetar0 of (Klor?) ft)im more ftrifffitl?. 
 
 TARS of Glory, Jhine more brightly. 
 Purer be the moonlight's beam, 
 I Glide yt hours and moments lightly, 
 Swiftly down Time's deepening 
 Jtream. 
 
I &mv0 of (Blorp, ft^inz more ftng^tlp. 103 
 
 Bring the hour that banijhed fadnejs, 
 Brought Redemption down to earth, 
 
 When the Shepherds heard with gladnejs 
 Tidings of a Saviour's Birth. 
 
 See a beauteous Angel foaring 
 
 In the bright Celejlial blaze, 
 On the Shepherds low adoring 
 
 Rejl his mild, effulgent rays : 
 Fear not cries the Heavenly Stranger 
 
 Him Whom ancient Seers foretold, 
 Weeping in a lowly Manger, 
 
 Shepherds ! hajle ye to behold. 
 
 See the Shepherds quickly rijing, 
 
 Hajlening to the humble Jlall, 
 And the New-born Infant prizing. 
 
 As the Mighty Lord of all. 
 Lowly now they bend before Him, 
 
 In His helplejs Infant State, 
 Firmly faithful they adore Him, 
 
 And His Greatnefs celebrate. 
 
 Hark ! the fwell of heavenly voices 
 
 Peals along the vaulted Jky ; 
 Angels fmg, while earth rejoices 
 
 Glory to our God on High : 
 Glory in the highejl Heaven, 
 
 Peace to humble men on earth ; 
 Joy to thefe, and Blifs is given, 
 
 In the great Redeemer's Birth. 
 
104 
 
 %ltz incarnation^ 
 
 Come ! pt ?loftp, come ! pe Hotolp* 
 
 OME ! ye Lofty, come ! ye Lowly, 
 Let your Jongs of gladnejs ring. 
 In a Stable lies the Holy, 
 In a Manger rejls the King : 
 See, in Mary's arms repojing 
 
 Christ by highejl Heaven adored : 
 Come ! your circle round Him clojlng. 
 Pious hearts that love the Lord. 
 
 Come ! ye Poor, no pomp of Jlation 
 
 Robes the Child your hearts adore : 
 He, the Lord of all Salvation, 
 
 Shares your want, is Weak and Poor : 
 Oxen, round about behold them, 
 
 Rafters naked, cold, and bare. 
 See ! the Shepherds, God has told them 
 
 That the Prince of Life lies there. 
 
 Come ! ye Children blithe and merry. 
 
 This One Child your model make ; 
 Chrijlmas holly, leaf, and berry. 
 
 All be prized for His dear Sake : 
 Come ! ye gentle hearts and tender. 
 
 Come ! ye fpirits keen and bold ; 
 All in all your homage render. 
 
 Weak and mighty, young and old. 
 
 High above a Star is jhining, 
 
 And the Wife Men hajle from far : 
 
'^toag( 9^imisfiU 105 
 
 Come ! glad hearts, and Spirits pining : 
 
 For you all has rijen the Star. 
 Let us bring our poor Oblations, 
 
 Thanks, and Love, and Faith, and Praije : 
 Come ! ye People, come ! ye Nations, 
 
 All in all draw nigh to gaze. 
 
 Hark ! the Heaven of Heavens is ringing 
 
 Christ the Lord to man is born : 
 Are not all our hearts, too, Jinging 
 
 Welcome, welcome, Chrijlmas morn? 
 Still the Child, all Power poJOTeJJing, 
 
 Smiles as through the ages pajl ; 
 And the jbng of Chrijlmas-blejfllng 
 
 Sweetly Jinks to rejl at lajl. 
 
 WAS Midnight, and the calm clear jky 
 Was Jludded o'er with gems of light; 
 
 No breeze went floating by 
 To break the jlillnejs of that glorious 
 night. 
 
 Tending their flocks with watchful care, 
 A lowly band of Shepherd-men, 
 
 Beneath the midnight air. 
 Were gathered on Judaea's palmy plain. 
 
 Hark ! whence is that melodious found 
 Which burjls upon that lijlening ear ; 
 
io6 %fit 31ncarnatiDm 
 
 Shedding on all around 
 A holy Joy, a reverential Fear? 
 
 Well may they turn their wondering glance, 
 Enraptured, to the Jlarry Jkies : 
 
 Well may juch Jlrains entrance. 
 And draw from earth to Heaven the duUeJl eyes. 
 
 'Tis from yon bright Celejlial Band 
 Thofe thrilling notes of glory ring : 
 
 Sent from the Heavenly Land, 
 Glad tidings of great Joy to earth to bring. 
 
 Glory to Thee, O Lord mojl High 
 Is the jweet mujic of their jbng, 
 
 While echo takes the cry 
 And wafts it far the vaulted arch along. 
 
 And Peace on earth, Good-will toward men, 
 Will Christ the King of Glory bring ; 
 
 Then let us join their jlrain. 
 And praijes to the New-born Saviour Jlng. 
 
 Cotlum gaulie ! Cerra plauDe ! 
 
 HOUT ! ye Heavens, with laud and ) 
 
 praifing, | 
 
 Shout in triumph, earth and jea, j 
 
 Every voice its jbng upraijing e 
 Loud proclaim the Jubilee. 
 
Coelum gauoe ! Cerra plautie ! 107 
 
 For the Lord of all Creation \ 
 
 Sees His creatures doomed to die, 1 
 
 And His Right Hand brings Salvation i 
 
 And His Love brings Liberty. \ 
 
 Heaven its Grace on earth is pouring, J 
 
 From the earth Earth's Saviour jprings, i 
 
 Angel choirs, their King adoring, i 
 
 Greet the Babe with carollings. I 
 
 Now the Womb of Virgin lowly, | 
 
 Quickened by the Spirit Holy, j 
 
 Dwelling meet for God is made. | 
 
 As a branch with flowers is teeming, | 
 
 So the Virgin, God Redeeming ] 
 
 Bears, in flefhly Form arrayed, I 
 
 From the Fount of Maid unjlained 1 
 
 God-Made-Babe His Food hath drained; | 
 
 Myflery jurpajjing thought i 
 
 On a creature's food He liveth \ 
 
 Who their Food all creatures giveth, 
 
 Wonder juch as ne'er was wrought. j 
 
 On the life of flefh He groweth 1 
 
 Who the life of flejh bejloweth. I 
 
 Him theiVirgin's Bojbm beareth | 
 
 Who the Throne of Godhead Jhareth. | 
 
 Him as Son the Maid careJQieth, J 
 
 Him as Lord and God confejjeth, I 
 
io8 
 
 Cf)e gincarnation. 
 
 %Wtt bletCeti fruitful ^fjeme of ^ivtfi. 
 
 HRICE blejed fruitful theme of mirth, 
 Of jacred joy, and holy fong, 
 The Breath of Heaven comes down 
 to earth, 
 
 The Christ is born, foretold Jo long : 
 Deep mourning o'er the grievous fall 
 Of Eve, her children lone do Jigh ; 
 Fajl bound in Jin's unholy thrall 
 The Univerje in grief doth lie. 
 
 In human Flejh the Godhead came 
 
 A living Sun to light the earth ; 
 He took upon Himjelf our jhame 
 
 And e'en endured a mortal's birth : 
 Born in a jlable's lowly Jlall 
 
 His Infant Voice went up on high ; 
 The world's jun wept, while Jhone on all 
 
 The Lamp of His Divinity. 
 
 9untii Calu0 ^ni mitm0. 
 
 NFANT ! born the world to free, 
 Look on us. 
 That in child-like Wifdom we 
 Put on Thy Humility. 
 
 Thou That midjl the beajls did Jleep, 
 Helplefs Babe, 
 
Slut I Ccljicfee Diff. 109 
 
 From dark foes that jeek Thy Sheep, 
 Sacred Shepherd, jave and keep. 
 
 Thou Who hajl Thy Godhead laid 
 
 All afide. 
 On the breajl of Mother-Maid, 
 To our weaknejs lend Thine Aid. 
 
 SLixtl fc!)icfee liict* 
 
 OME ! tune your heart. 
 To bear its part. 
 And celebrate Messiah's Feajl with 
 praijes ; 
 Let Love injpire 
 The joyful Choir, 
 While to the God of Love glad Hymns it raijes. 
 
 Exalt His Name ; 
 With joy proclaim, 
 God loved the world, and through His Son for- 
 gave us ; 
 Oh, what are we. 
 That, Lord, we fee 
 Thy wondrous Love, in Christ Who died to 
 jave us. 
 
 Behold our Friend ! 
 His Love commend. 
 In that when foes He died to reconcile us ; 
 
no ^!)e IncarnatiDm 
 
 Our flejh He took, 
 His Throne forjbok, 
 That from His Kingdom God might not exile us. 
 
 Your refuge place 
 
 In His free Grace, 
 Trujl in His Name, and day by day repent you ; 
 
 Ye mock God's Word, 
 
 Who call Him Lord, 
 And follow not the Pattern He hath lent you. 
 
 O Christ, to prove 
 
 For Thee my love. 
 In Brethren Thee my hands Jhall clothe andcherijh ; 
 
 To each jad heart 
 
 Sweet Hope impart. 
 When worn with care, with Jbrrow nigh to perijh. 
 
 Heaven and earth 
 
 Received their birth 
 From Thee, in Whom both Strength and Wifdom 
 blended ; 
 
 Let heart and voice 
 
 In Thee rejoice ; 
 Be every knee in adoration bended. 
 
 Come ! praife the Lord ; 
 
 In Heaven are Jlored 
 Rich Gifts for thofe who here His Name ejleemed ; 
 
 Alleluia ; 
 
 Alleluia ; 
 Rejoice in Christ, and praije Him ye redeemed. 
 
^^t Cetiar of Hebanoiu m 
 
 0-day in Bethlehem hear I 
 
 Sweet Angel voices Jinging 
 All Glory be to God on High 
 Who Peace to earth is bringing. 
 The Virgin Mary holdeth more 
 
 Than highejl Heaven mojl holy : 
 Light Jhines on what was dark before, 
 
 And lifteth up the lowly. 
 God wills that Peace Jhould be in earth 
 
 And holy Exultation : 
 Sweet Babe, I greet Thy jpotlejs Birth 
 
 And wondrous Incarnation. 
 To-day in Bethlehem hear I 
 
 Even the lowly Jinging : 
 With Angel-words they pierce the Jky 
 All earth with Joy is ringing. 
 
 ^Ije Ce&ar of Lebanon : a CaroU 
 
 HE Cedar of Lebanon, Plant of renown, 
 Hath bowed to the Hyjjbp His wide- 
 
 Jpreading crown. 
 And the Son of the Highejl, an In- 
 fant, is laid 
 On the Breajl of His Mother, that lowliejl Maid. 
 All Glory to God in the Highejl we fmg, 
 And'^hence upon earth, through the newly- 
 born King. 
 
112 ^f)e Incarnatiom 1 
 
 From the Star of the Sea the glad Sunlight hath ^ 
 
 Jhined, 
 
 Springs the Lion of Judah from Naph tali's Hind, ; 
 
 The Life from the dying, the Rofe from the thorn, j 
 
 The Maker of all things of Maiden is born. | 
 
 The Manger of Bethlehem opens once more i 
 
 The Gates of that Eden where man dwelt of yore, | 
 
 And He Who is lying, a Child, in the Cave, ; 
 
 Hath conquered the foeman, hath ranjbmed the \ 
 
 Jlave. I 
 
 ] 
 
 In the midjl of the Garden the Tree of Life Jlands, jj 
 
 And offers His twelve Fruits to lips and to hands ; t 
 For the Lord of Salvation, the Gentiles' Dejire, | 
 Hath ta'en from the Cherubs their Jword-blade of 
 fire. 
 
 On the hole of the AJpic the Sucking Child plays, 
 And His Hand on the den of the Cockatrice lays. 
 And the Dragon, that over a fallen world reigned, 
 By the Seed of the Woman is vanquijhed and 
 chained. 
 
 To Him Who hath loved us, and jent us His Son, 
 To Him Who the vidory for us hath won. 
 To Him Who Jheds on us His jevenfold rays, 
 Be Honour and Glory, Salvation and Praije. 
 
 All Glory to God in the Highejl we Jing, 
 And peace upon earth, through the newly- 
 born King. 
 
1^3 
 
 M^m tit aaiariu 0lept 
 
 HEN the world Jlept and night was on, 
 Of old was heard a Hymn Divine ; 
 Firjl broke a gleam, then fplendour 
 Jhone, 
 
 And deepened crimjbn, line on line. 
 Take we the tablets of the Pajl, 
 To wipe recorded woes away ; 
 Now merry bells ring out at lajl, 
 For us another Chrijlmas Day. 
 He came Heaven's Glories to unfold 
 
 So bring the captive a releafe, 
 For age of iron an age of gold 
 
 Emmanuel, the Prince of Peace. 
 So chime the bells for weald and wold. 
 
 Hang the bright holly up on high, 
 
 Aye frejh and green His Love untold, 
 
 He died, but ne'er again Jhall die. 
 
 Then bear a joy where joys are not. 
 
 Go, fpeak a kindly word in love, 
 Lefs bitter make jbme lovelefs lot 
 
 Now Earth is linked to Heaven above. 
 And, day by day, in common round, 
 
 Or dark or light, in joy or ill, 
 Let Faith and Love and Peace be found 
 
 So ever work a Father's Will. 
 
114 ^5e Incarrtatfon. 
 
 For links in many a circle here, 
 
 That jeemed to be Jo jlrong and Jure, 
 Grow lefs, increajing year by year 
 
 Where only Peace and Love endure. 
 We pajs the graves with fnowy pall. 
 
 So pure and calm is Chrijlmas morn ; 
 Or, like God's Grace, the Jhow-flakes fall 
 
 On this glad Feajl when Christ was born. 
 
 The Pajl brings up or deeds or dreams, 
 
 Voices and faces known no more, 
 Hopes to be crowned when evening's gleams 
 
 Flood with their light th' eternal Jhore. 
 The Future, when Time's jlream is dry 
 
 And Chriflmas Feajls are gone for aye. 
 Shall to the King bring each one nigh 
 
 Then dawns the bright and perfect Day. 
 Take up once more the Angel's Jong 
 
 The Angel's joy let each one Jhare ; 
 Our life at longejl is not long. 
 
 The carol mujl be ended there. 
 Though here the City of the Saints, 
 
 Beryl and pearl are up above, 
 One Heaven-born thought that Future paints, 
 
 A Son Divine, a Mother's Love. 
 
PART III. 
 
 Cf)e OEpip&ang ano Cransfiguration. 
 
 THE EPIPHJNT AT BETHLEHEM AND 
 
 THE TRANSFIGURATION 
 
 ON TABOR. 
 
 W^z ^liatiDto of tlje )tar* 
 
 ABiEAN Odours load the air 
 
 With Myrrh, as though for burial 
 brought ; 
 The flajh of royal Gold is there ; 
 But where is He for Whom 'tis 
 fought ? 
 Behold Him on the jpotlejs Virgin's knee, 
 The Priejl, the Man, the Monarch, lo ! 'tis He. 
 
 Mother of God 1 the Eajlern Star 
 Shines brightly on the humble Jhed 
 
ii6 (Cpipfianj anti Cran0fig:uration. 
 
 Where wife Chaldaeans, led from far, 
 Bend low before the Infant Head ; 
 The Priejlly Arms jpread forth to blejs e'en now ; 
 Stedfajl to win the Crown, by Death, the Brow. 
 
 Mother of Sorrows ! mark the word. 
 And ponder it within thine heart 
 
 Through thine own Soul jhall pierce the Sword 
 Ere God full knowledge Jhall impart ; 
 
 Then Jhalt thou Jee with re-awakened eye 
 
 The Signs, worked out, of the Epiphany. 
 
 Upon the great Good Friday morn 
 Thy Son in Royal Guije Jhall Jland 
 
 With purple Robe, and Crown of thorn. 
 And fceptred Reed in His Right Hand : 
 
 When theje things come to pajs, look up ! behold 
 
 The firjl great Sign worked out the Gift of Gold. 
 
 When Priejlly Arms on Calvary's crejl 
 
 In Intercejjion wide are fpread. 
 And to that BleJJing, from their rejl. 
 
 Hades Jends forth the Sainted Dead, 
 The Jecond Gift behold Jee Heavenward rije 
 Atoning Incenje of the Sacrifice. 
 
 The Soul has fled ; the vex'd Limbs Jleep, 
 O'er both the Godhead Jpreads Its Jpan : 
 
 Bring Myrrh and Spices ; Vigil keep 
 Over the Archetypal Man : 
 
a^ajiftati racro fanctae^ 117 
 
 With eyes of awful love and bated breath, 
 Lady ! behold the Myrrh the type of Death. 
 
 In rnyjlic number, vejled white, 
 The Pre/by ters around the Throne 
 
 Cajl down their Crowns of golden Light 
 Their Maker and their Lord to own ; 
 
 For He is worthy of all Praije, they Jing, 
 
 Of Heaven and earth Creator, Lord, and King. 
 
 Unchangeable the Priejlhood's Vow, 
 
 Which This Man, pure from human Jlain 
 
 Yet Man in all things, offers now 
 Himfelf forfm the ViSim Jlain. 
 
 At lajl the threefold Gifts in one concur. 
 
 Here blend the Gold, the Frankincenje, the 
 Myrrh. 
 
 3l^ajiftati facro fanctae* 
 
 O the Lord for ever Glorious 
 Saints on earth with Saints viSorious 
 
 Swell the Jhout of holy Joy : 
 Lejl the Soul Jink down in Jlumbers, 
 Let the lips in tuneful numbers 
 Hail the Blifs without alloy. 
 
 See the Branch a new Bud bearing ; 
 See the Star new Day declaring ; 
 Monarchs to the Manger run : 
 
1 18 (Epiplian? am ^raugfiffuratfon^ 
 
 Wand'rers they, yet never turning 
 Whence the Star, before them burning, 
 Guides them to the Newborn Sun. 
 
 Three the Kings, threefold their Offering ; 
 He, Who takes what they are proffering, 
 
 God in Man is One to fee : 
 By the myjlic Adoration 
 Is revealed to all creation 
 
 Thus the Triune Deity. 
 
 Gold, Myrrh, Incenje are their Treajure ; 
 But beyond what eye can meajiire 
 
 Is the Truth therein that lies : 
 Incenje is for God from Heaven ; 
 To the King the Gold is given ; 
 
 And the Myrrh to Him Who dies. 
 
 Sweet the Incenfe upward jlreaming ; 
 Bright the Golden Circlet gleaming 
 
 On a King's majejlic Brow ; 
 Shews the Myrrh, by time unblighted, 
 That the Word to Flejh united 
 
 Never Jhall corruption know. 
 
 From this vale, wherein we wander, 
 Lead us. Lord, oh, lead us yonder 
 
 Where the Kings are gone before ; 
 Where, by Thine abounding Merit, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 
 
 We may praije for evermore. 
 
119 
 
 juicunque Cfiriffum quaeritigf^ 
 
 YE who feek the Lord, 
 Lift up your eyes on high, 
 
 For there He doth the Sign accord 
 Of His bright Majejly. 
 
 We ]ee a dazzling Sight 
 
 That Jhall outlive all time, 
 Older than depth or Jlarry height, 
 
 Limitlejs and Jublime. 
 
 'Tis He for Ifrael's Fold 
 And heathen tribes decreed, 
 
 The King to Abraham pledged of old 
 And his unfailing feed. 
 
 Prophets foretold His Birth, 
 And witnejjed when He came. 
 
 The Father fpeaks to all the earth 
 To hear, and own His Name. 
 
 ^abor, Caltiarj, anli SDlitjet 
 
 EAR Saviour, when Thy chofen three 
 AJcended Tabor's Mount with Thee, 
 
 And when Thy Glory threw 
 Around Thy Form refplendant rays, 
 It circled Thee with Heavenly Blaze, 
 Dazzling to mortal view. 
 
120 (Epipljaitp anti ^ransffgutation. 
 
 Then did Thy great Apojlle pray 
 On Tabor's radiant Mount to Jlay, 
 
 And fix his dwelling there ; 
 Held by Thy Glory's potent fpell, 
 There he proclaimed it good to dwell, 
 
 That tranquil Blijs to Jhare. 
 
 Little did that Apojlle know 
 What toils awaited him below, 
 
 Ere BliJs Jhould crown his head : 
 Ah ! little did Thy Favourite think 
 So deeply of Thy Cup to drink ; 
 
 He knew not what he Jaid. 
 
 When Thou didjl vanijh from their Jight, 
 From Olivet's majejlic height, 
 
 To mount Thy glorious Throne ; 
 Thy chojen ones gazed fondly there, 
 And watched Thee till the bright Cloud's glare 
 
 Left them in grief alone. 
 
 They, as they gazed from Olivet, 
 Their Charge too quickly could forget. 
 
 They loved to linger there ; 
 Till Angels warned them to retire. 
 For Him, Who would return in Fire, 
 
 With fervour to prepare. 
 
 From Calvary Thy Followers fled : 
 Where Thy redeeming Blood was Jhed, 
 None of Thy Twelve were found, 
 
^rima Sttictticijs ifitiei corona* 121 
 
 Save Thy beloved John, who Jlood 
 
 Faithful beneath the faving Wood, 
 
 When numbers Jcoffed around. 
 
 With him, oh, let my Jlation be ; 
 
 Dear Saviour, let me mourn with Thee, 
 
 Thy Crojs to me is Jweet : 
 Oh, be Thy jbrrowing Path my way, 
 Lord, it is good for me to Jlay 
 
 And prejs Thy Jacred Feet. 
 
 ^Sn'ma Mttmi0 ^iM corona. 
 
 FIRST in faith that overcame, 
 
 O jwift to hear the Heavenly Call, 
 Ye Magi, this our Fejlival 
 
 With Faith's firjl triumphs links your 
 
 'Twas yours to mourn what time the Star 
 Veiled from your ken her Jhining face, 
 And left you as a Jhip that Jlrays 
 
 Unknowing where the Jhallows are. 
 
 But Faith prevails : to Sion come. 
 The Star, new rijen, glads your eyes ; 
 And, downward pointing from the Skies 
 
 Reveals for you the BABE-King's home. 
 
 There with well-chofen Gifts adore ; 
 Incenje for God, Gold for the King, 
 
122 (Epiplianp am ^ranssfiffuratfom 
 
 Myrrh for the Man, your hands Jhall bring, 
 Your hearts jhall yield Him better Jlore. 
 
 And thou, O Sion, called too long 
 The Barren, even now thy race 
 Springs as the Jlars : to thine embrace 
 
 Mother of Nations, bid them throng : 
 
 Behold thy Christ ! He cajleth down 
 The wall which kept the world in twain : 
 Behold the Christ ! He binds again 
 
 The Bond that maketh all men one. 
 
 %l)t Cpip!)anp of ^abor. 
 
 HRIST went about the earth 
 Aye doing good. 
 Unto its mighty dearth 
 He gave blejl Food ; 
 He bade the Jick rejoice 
 
 O'er jins forgiven. 
 And Satan heard His Voice 
 And fell from Heaven. 
 
 Once His Own mujed on Him 
 
 Out on the jea, 
 Ajking with eyejight dim 
 
 Who This might be ; 
 O'er them the tempejl broke, 
 
 Fear was their pfalm ; 
 
^Ije (Epip!)anp of %abov. 123 
 
 He from His Sleep awoke 
 And there was calm. 
 
 Haply for Light they prayed, 
 
 Grieving the while 
 Godlike the Works men jaid 
 
 The Worker vile ; 
 Haply juch grief away 
 
 Pafsed not until 
 The Three beheld Him pray 
 
 On Tabor's hill. 
 
 Then Jight came faith to blejs, 
 
 Then there did Jhine 
 Through that fcorned mortal Drefs 
 
 Glory Divine ; 
 Then came the Prophets two 
 
 In witnejs one, 
 Then fpake the Father Lo ! 
 
 This is My Son. 
 
 Our God's Epiphany 
 
 We thus recall ; 
 Made firjl to mortals three 
 
 It Jpeaks to all ; 
 Still cleave your hearts below ? 
 
 Faint there its word ; 
 Far up the Mountain go 
 
 And fee the Lord 
 
124 i 
 
 Sl^affnum nobijs (Kautrium. j 
 
 j]OY hath come to all of us, j 
 
 BleJJed Virgin dear, i 
 
 When to Angel Gabriel \ 
 
 Thou didjl lend thine ear, 
 
 Telling that thou wajl to be ,\ 
 
 Jesu's Mother meek, i 
 
 Doubtedjl not the Miracle, 
 
 DidJl but counjel jeek. I 
 
 Holy one ! is born to thee 
 
 Holier One than thou ; j 
 Watchful Jhepherds witnejjing 
 
 At His Cradle-bow. j 
 
 Wondrous Child ! mojl wondroujly I 
 
 Thou hajl fent to quejl j 
 Wand'rers wand' ring hopelejQly, 
 
 Back to Peace and Re|l. i 
 
 Brighte|l Star of Bethlehem, j 
 
 Herald of Jerujalem, \ 
 
 Telling of Thy King ; j 
 
 Eajlern Sage enlightening, i 
 
 Nightly journey brightening, '; 
 
 Myjlic Gifts to bring : ; 
 
 Star denoting Unity ; i 
 
 Myrrh His human Verity, 
 
 Frankincenje their prayer ; j 
 
 Gold proclaiming Deity ; \ 
 
 Three Kings Jhewing Trinity j 
 
 Myjleries mofl rare. : 
 
125 
 
 (En ^tvUti tx orbi0 Um* j 
 
 ROM daylight's portals, burning | 
 
 With Incenje to the Sun, | 
 
 They come, the Wife, difcerning J 
 
 His royal March begun : 1 
 
 Before that Sign's bright dawning ] 
 
 The Jlars have paled their light ; I 
 
 The ray-crowned Prince of morning j 
 
 Slopes back upon the night. ^ 
 
 Where is the Ho|l's ajjembling ^ 
 
 Of Him that rules the day \ 
 
 They ajk Whom Heaven with trembling j 
 
 Thus marfhals on His Way ? j 
 
 This is the Gentile lightening i 
 
 Before His People's face, ^ 
 
 The promijed Glory brightening j 
 
 On Abram and his race, i 
 
 i 
 
 Still on, with brows uplifted, I 
 
 The way-worn Elders crept ; I 
 
 Their beacon never drifted, i 
 
 Their eyelids never jlept ; '\ 
 
 Till low in worfhip bending 4 
 
 The Star their fears beguiled, 1 
 
 And quenched his torch dejcending 1 
 
 Upon the Radiant Child. 
 
 And now, while they adore Him, J 
 
 Their Treafures are unrolled, j 
 
126 (Epipljan? artti ^ran^Sguratiorx. 
 
 The threefold Gifts before Him, 
 Myrrh, Frankincenje, and Gold ; 
 
 The Spice their God confejjing, 
 Their Gold His Regal Bloom ; 
 
 And yet the Myrrh is blejjing 
 His Body to the Tomb. 
 
 (Ettt^roneli upon t^e 9l^ountaia=!^e(g:|)t 
 
 NTHRONED upon the Mountain- j 
 
 height, I 
 
 Harmonious Peace unbroken reigns, \ 
 
 While dijcord like a jlormy night ! 
 
 In wild confujion wraps the plains. 
 
 I 
 
 When in Sinai's jecret place i 
 God with His Servant talked alone 
 
 With Beams too bright for earth, his face j 
 
 From the dread Mount returning Jhone. ^ 
 
 While from the Camp below, the din 
 
 Of hideous mirth to Heaven conveyed ] 
 
 Wild orgies of the monjtrous Jin, ] 
 
 The molten Calf ' which Aaron made.' ; 
 
 The wind is hujhed, the ground is Jlill, 
 
 The burning flames no longer glow, \ 
 
 On Horeb's top Jehovah's Will \ 
 
 Is heard in accents Jbft and low. 
 
^Dc luffa quondam rumpimu^- 127 
 
 While earth of pity clean bereft^ 
 
 God's latejl Servant thought to Jlay 
 
 I, even I alone am left, 
 
 Whoje life they jeek to take away. 
 
 How white their glijlering robes appear, 
 How fair their heads with Glory crowned, 
 
 Sinai's Prophet, Horeb's Seer, 
 On Tabor's top with Jesu found. 
 
 But while with Christ in God their life 
 Is hidden on the Mountain-brow, 
 
 More fierce the feud, more loud the Jlrife 
 Of Satan's Jons mujl rage below. 
 
 Why ? but that weary Souls may yearn 
 The narrow Path in patience trod. 
 
 Their homeward Jleps from earth to turn. 
 And rejl on Sion's Hill with God. 
 
 ^oc lutta quontiam rumpimu0^ 
 
 RING, happy Day, to light 
 Things which dark-mantling Night 
 In envious Jilence hath Jo long been 
 Jlealing ; 
 When, on the Mountain floor. 
 Before the three of yore, 
 
 The Son of Man His Glory was revealing : 
 
128 d^piplianp anti ^ransffisuratiort. j 
 
 And, through His Flefh's Jhrouding Shrine, j 
 Illuminating ran the Effluence Divine, 
 
 The full Irradiance flows, j 
 To every Limb it goes, 
 
 With fnowy Light His fiery Garments blending ; \ 
 
 Now awe-Jlruck Jilence quakes, 1 
 
 And the live Thunder Jpeaks, i 
 
 From the bright Cloud in Majejly dejcending ; i 
 
 There founds the unutterable Voice, j 
 
 Proclaiming His Dear Son, the everlajling Choice, i 
 
 With low-browed awe profound, \ 
 
 Be Jilent on the ground, \ 
 
 The Lord of all is in His holy Hill ; : 
 
 And now, with voice of fear, j 
 
 Let Angel hojls draw near, \ 
 
 While all the lijlening world is jlill, \ 
 
 To Jing the Spirit, and the Word, | 
 
 And Father, Whoje dread Voice was in the | 
 
 Thunder heard. ! 
 
 ja Carol of tl)e l&tno;0 : an Armenian 
 
 51HREE ancient Men in Bethlehem's Cave 
 With awful wonder Jland ; 
 A Voice that called them from their grave 
 In Jbme far eajiern Land. 
 
^mm m& patenter allicig* 129 
 
 They lived, they trod the former earth 
 
 When the old waters Jwelled ; 
 The Ark, that womb of fecond birth, 
 
 Their houje and lineage held. 
 
 Pale Japhet bows the knee with Gold, 
 Bright Sem Jvveet Incenfe brings. 
 
 And Cham, the Myrrh his fingers hold 
 Lo ! the three Orient Kings. 
 
 Types of the total earth, they hailed 
 
 The jignal's jlarry frame ; 
 Shuddering with jecond life, they quailed 
 
 At the Child Jesu's Name. 
 
 Then Jlow the Patriarchs turned and trod, 
 
 And this their parting Jigh 
 Our eyes have jeen the Living God ; 
 
 And now once more to die. 
 
 ^mm no0 potenter allicijs* 
 
 O W Jlrongly and how fweetly Jlill 
 Thou, Christ, dojl draw the human 
 will 
 And gently prove ; 
 Whether Thou dojl Thyfelf reveal. 
 Or from our fenjes dojl conceal, 
 'Tis both in Love. 
 
130 (Epip!)anp anti Crang(fig;uratiDn^ 
 
 The Father calls, and for Thy Sake 
 Shall us too for His Children take ; 
 
 And, through Heaven's door, 
 The Glory which doth break on Thee 
 Are rays of Immortality 
 
 That go before. 
 
 What faith the Father, fpeaking loud? 
 And what the Son, beneath the Cloud ? 
 
 Now all are gone ; 
 The Jhadows fleet ; around again 
 Silence keeps watch ; there doth remain 
 
 The Truth alone. 
 
 Again Thou dojl Thy Form rejume, 
 A ViSim ready for the Tomb, 
 
 And thence dejcend 
 In Lowlinejs ineffable, 
 Thy Father's Mandate to fulfil 
 
 Unto the end. 
 
 O Christ, Who now Thyfelf dojl hide, 
 May Faith our darkling Spirits guide 
 
 And firmly hold ; 
 That when theje flejhly vejjels break, 
 We of Thy Goodnefs may partake 
 
 And Thee behold. 
 
Brtffjteft anil 6eft of tltt ^onjj of tfie 
 Sl^ormng^ 
 
 RIGHTEST and bejl of the Sons of 
 the Morning, 
 Dawn on our darknejs and lend us 
 Thine aid, 
 Star of the Eajl, the horizon adorning, 
 
 Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 Cold on His Cradle the dew-drops are Jhining, 
 Low lies His Head with the beajls of the Jlall, 
 
 Angels adore Him in Jlumber reclining. 
 Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 
 
 Say, Jhall we yield Him, in cojlly devotion. 
 Odours of Edom and Offerings Divine ? 
 
 Gems of the mountain and Pearls of the ocean. 
 Myrrh from the forejl, or Gold from the mine? 
 
 Vainly we offer each ample Oblation ; 
 
 Vainly with Gifts would His Favour jecure ; 
 Richer by far is the heart's Adoration ; 
 
 Dearer to God are the Prayers of the poor. 
 
 3|eCu, 2DulcetiD coratum* 
 
 ESU, the heart's own Sweetnejs, and 
 true Light, 
 Thou art the jecret Fountain that 
 overflows 
 
132 (Epiplianp anil ^ctin^fi juration. 
 
 The weary Soul, ]urpaj[Jing all delight, 
 
 In whom each anxious longing finds repoje. 
 
 Stay with us. Lord, and with Thy kindly Ray 
 Enlighten our dark Spirits ; at Whoje Birth 
 
 Dark Jhades Jhall flee the opening eye of day, 
 And Jweetnejs Jhall revive the drooping earth. 
 
 When Thou the heart dojl vijit, all things feem 
 Made new; Truth jhines in her unclouded form. 
 
 Emerging from the world as from a dream ; 
 And Love, her face beholding, waxeth warm. 
 
 Good Jesus, while time's jcroll I Jlill unfold, 
 Do Thou to me Thy Love make manifejl, 
 
 That I, 'mid clouds that wrap me, may behold 
 Thine everlajling Glory, and find Rejl. 
 
 He whom Thy Love makes glad as with new wine. 
 He knows that Knowledge which is from above ; 
 
 Full blejl is he ; that Fulnejs is Divine, 
 And there is nothing elje that he can love. 
 
 Thou art the Fount of Pity ; as it flows 
 All drink of Thine Abundance infinite : 
 
 Thou art the only Sun Thy country knows ; 
 Scatter the clouds, and Jhow us Thy true Light. 
 
133 
 
 ail i|5atiDn0 of tlje Cartlj, rejoice. 
 
 LL Nations of the Earth, rejoice, 
 High raije to-day your tuneful voice. 
 To Christ your choicejl prejents 
 bring ; 
 
 Firjl taught as now the Lord to know. 
 To Him your grateful homage jhow. 
 And gladly own Him for your King. 
 
 The Wife Men from the Eajl behold, 
 With Myrrh, and Frankincenje, and Gold ; 
 
 Theje Gifts a myjlic import bear ; 
 The Myrrh for Him Who deigns to die, 
 The Incenje for a Priejl mojl High, 
 
 The Gold a Monarch to declare. 
 
 Led by the guiding of a Star, 
 
 The Gentile Firjl-fruits come from far. 
 
 And in that lowly Jhed adore 
 Firjl Chrijlian Church in all the land 
 Whereto the Angel's gracious hand 
 
 The Jewijh Shepherds brought before. 
 
 Oh, may their zeal our hearts inflame, 
 That we may prove our faith the fame. 
 
 And like acceptance thus fecure ; 
 Our Myrrh to flejhly lujl a death, 
 Our Incenfe prayer's afcending breath. 
 
 Our Gold a chajtened heart and pure. 
 
134 (Epipljanp anil ^ranjsfiffurattom 
 
 Self-conquejl, Longings meet, and Love, 
 We all may bring to Christ above, 
 
 And not the great or rich alone ; 
 In theje let each with other vie, 
 By theJe proclaim the Saviour High, 
 
 And make His Javing Health be known. 
 
 !^aec ett 2Dies( fumma grata^ 
 
 -IIS Feajl above all others rated 
 Is by the Saviour conjecrated ; 
 By Him is richly decorated, 
 With Wonders of the Trinity 
 Mofes' death to-day is ended ; 
 And that Truth may be defended, 
 See ! Elias comes attended 
 By the Apojlolic Three. 
 
 Then, while they their worjhip render, 
 Burjls a Light of matchlejs Jplendour ; 
 Lujlre marvelloujly tender. 
 
 Streams alike o'er form and drejs : 
 'Tis from Christ that Light is flowing ; 
 Flooding e'en their robes and throwing 
 Projlrate, by its Judden glowing, 
 
 Thoje ajlonied Witnejjes 
 
 Not to injure or to frighten. 
 But to cherijh and to brighten. 
 
^att tCt SDiegf fumma grata* 135 
 
 But to brighten and to lighten 
 
 All who looked upon it there : 
 Full of fweet and joyful Graces, 
 All that's tender it embraces ; 
 There is Jhown in Heavenliejl traces 
 
 Glory bright beyond compare. 
 
 Good it were in truth, and Jweeter, 
 
 Here to tarry, gentle Peter 
 
 But for Christ Himfelf, 'tis meeter 
 
 He His Father's Will obey : 
 All this Brightnefs that furprijes. 
 Only with a Type Jupplies us. 
 Of a greater Light that rijes 
 
 Nevermore to pajs away* 
 
 With the Halo round them lying, 
 Hear the Father tejlifying 
 Of the Son that He is trying ; 
 
 Hear the thunders of His Voice 
 'Tis My Son, that feems fo Lowly, 
 Wholly Filial, Righteous wholly, 
 Before all eleSed folely ; 
 
 In Him does My Heart rejoice. 
 
 Thou wouldjl not that men Jhould know Thee, 
 Wouldjl not that Thy Twelve jhould jhow Thee, 
 Till new Glory overflow Thee 
 
 In Thy Rijing from the dead : 
 But, what tongue but would be telling. 
 What heart but would with Blijs be jwelling, 
 
136 (Epip^anp anO ^rang(fig;uratiDn> 
 
 While believing thus, and dwelling 
 Upon Joys Jo largely Jhed. 
 
 Here has Truth its attejlation, 
 Hope its loftiejl elevation, 
 Love its keenejl jublimation 
 
 In each true and faithful breajl : 
 May the Lord of our profejjion 
 Make us, through His Intercejjion, 
 Share the Blijs of the pojfejjion 
 
 With the Holy Ones at Rejl. 
 
 HROUGH the filent Midnight-hours, 
 
 When others Jleep, 
 
 We upon our lofty towers 
 
 Long vigils keep ; 
 
 And the Jilver Moon in her orb we trace. 
 
 And can point each Planet's accujlomed place. 
 
 In our Jkies of Eajlern night. 
 
 Gleaming afar. 
 We have feen the wondrous Light 
 Of Jacob's Jlar: 
 We have read in the Book of the Mighty Seer, 
 And we know that the * Fulnejs of time ' is near. 
 
 Therefore we leave in hajle 
 Our dijlant home ; 
 
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Hmquunt tecta Sl^an;i pnncipfg WLtW. 137 
 
 Therefore o'er the dejert wajle 
 
 Gladly we come ; j 
 
 The flrjl of the Gentile world to bring | 
 
 Our Homage and Gifts to the new-born King. | 
 
 I Lo ! from further land than theirs, t 
 
 Weary and weak, \ 
 
 Lord, we come with earnejl prayers I 
 
 Thy Face to jeek ; | 
 
 We come from the land of bondage and chains, * 
 
 To the Land where the King in His Beauty reigns. ] 
 
 Star of Jacob we adore Thee, ^ 
 
 Still our onward feet direS ; \ 
 
 King of kings we bow before Thee, I 
 
 Guard and guide Thine own EleS. I 
 
 Us, the Children of the Jlranger, \ 
 
 Received Thine ancient Fold within ; : 
 
 Guard us through the paths of danger, l 
 
 ^ Guide us from the paths of Jin. I 
 
 ?linquunt tccta 9lpag:t prfncfpijs (Erbi0. 
 
 O ! the pilgrim Magi 
 
 Leave their Royal Halls, 
 And, with Love devoutejl, 
 Bethlehem's lowly walls 
 Seek with eager footjleps ; 
 
 While firm Faith, which rejls 
 Built on Hope unjwerving. 
 Triumphs in their breajls. 
 
138 Cpip^anp anil ^ramsfiffuration. 
 
 Oh, what joys extatic 
 
 Thrilled each heart, from far 
 When, to guide their footjleps, 
 
 Gleamed that Beacon Star, 
 O'er that home fo holy 
 
 Pouring down its ray, 
 In His Mother's Bofom 
 
 Where the Infant lay. 
 
 There no ivory glijlens, 
 
 Glows no regal gold. 
 Nor doth gorgeous purple 
 
 Thofe fair Limbs enfold ; 
 But His Court He keepeth 
 
 In a Stable bare. 
 His Throne is a Manger, 
 
 Rags His Purple are. 
 
 Cojlly pomps and pageants 
 
 Earthly Kings array; 
 He, a mightier Monarch, 
 
 Hath a nobler jway ; 
 Straw though be His Pallet, 
 
 Mean His Garb may be. 
 Yet with Power tranjcendent 
 
 He all hearts can free. 
 
 At His Crib they worjhip 
 
 Projlrate on the floor ; 
 And a God, there prejent, 
 
 In that Babe adore ; 
 
1 
 
 %mt}tfi 3DeD, tifcat per omnia. 139 
 
 Let us to that Infant 
 
 We, their offspring true, 
 Hearts with faith o'erflowing 
 
 Give, our Tribute due. 
 
 Holiejl Love prejenting 
 
 As Gold, to our King ; 
 To the Man pure bodies, 
 
 Myrrh-like, chajlely bring ; 
 Unto Him, as Incenje, 
 
 Vow and prayer addrejs ; 
 So with Offerings meetejl, 
 
 This our God confejs. 
 
 HauOejS 3DeD, liicat per omnia. 
 
 OW let our Mother the Church in each 
 nation 
 Sing to our God with devout jubilation ; 
 Praijing Him for that celejlial 
 Voice, which came to realms terrejlrial 
 
 From the Glory that excelled 
 This is My Beloved Son, 
 Who My Will hath always done ; 
 Let Him be in worjhip held. 
 
 When this Voice around them jbunded, 
 Struck with awe, they fank ajlounded, 
 
 At the Heavenly brilliancy : 
 And, upon their faces falling, 
 
HO Cpip^an]? anti ^ran2(fig:uration. 
 
 Shrank before that ray appalling, 
 They, the Apojlolic three. 
 
 Then, their fear and dread allaying, 
 Jesus. came and touched them, jaying 
 Now, ajide your terror laying. 
 
 Be no more diJlrejQTed. 
 From the earth their eyes they raijed. 
 On no Form unknown they gazed : 
 Only they beheld, amazed, 
 Jesus with the rejl. 
 
 Swift revealing all his feeling 
 Peter prejjeth, and addrejjeth 
 
 Him with Whom he loves to be 
 Lord, 'tis good for us to jlay ; 
 In the Mount, without delay. 
 
 Make we Tabernacles three : 
 
 One for Thee, the Lord's Messias, 
 And for Mojes, and Elias ; 
 
 Each like other build we all : 
 It delighteth us to tender 
 All the Jervice we can render. 
 
 In this Light celejlial. 
 
 Jesus faid Ye jhall not tell. 
 In the world, what here befell. 
 Till the Son of Man be rifen 
 From the Dead, and burjl their prijbn. 
 Death being vanquijhed, ye Jhall teach. 
 And throughout the nations preach. 
 
Joys which ye to know are given 
 
 By the Father's Voice from Heaven. 
 
 Let us then pray Christ, the Fountain 
 Of all Grace, that to that Mountain 
 He would take us 
 All, and make us 
 
 See what are true Joys : and then. 
 We with Peter there remaining. 
 And among the Fathers reigning, 
 Shall, to all Eternity, 
 Contemplate the Trinity : 
 
 And let all things jay Amen. 
 
 ^ut tiD0, (D 9^ittvij ^uvU relinquite* 
 
 O Bethlehem, Sinners, hajle ! 
 
 Your jenjelefs idols leave, I 
 
 Which deaf and dumb, debafed j 
 
 And blinded vows deceive ; l 
 
 For fee ! before your eyes j 
 
 The Jhining towers arije, j 
 
 Where Very God an inmate lies. | 
 
 Lo ! Eajlern Kings are fain j 
 
 To travel firjl the road ; 
 
 The Prophets are made plain, | 
 
 And e'en the dark abode, I 
 
 Where wrapt in error's gloom, j 
 
 The Gentiles wait their doom, i 
 
 His wondrous Beams of Light illume. j 
 
142 (Epfplian? ana ^raitjsfiffuratfon. j 
 
 Now Jews and Gentiles all, \ 
 
 Once jeparated quite 
 
 By that partition wall, 1 
 In amity unite, 
 
 With Him One Body made ; ^ 
 
 And thus to all conveyed, 
 
 God's Favour is to each displayed. - 
 
 How deep Thy Counjels are, \ 
 
 O God, Thy Plans how vajl ! ! 
 O wondrous Love which far 
 Its firfl degree ]urpa]Jed : 
 Judsea ! through thy dijgrace, 
 
 The outcajl Gentile race 
 Win Life and Glory in thy place. 
 
 Now from the olive root | 
 
 Its native boughs decay ; .^ 
 
 Degenerate, void of fruit, I 
 
 Adulterous offspring, they ; ' 
 
 With wonder we behold I 
 
 New Jhoots jupplant the old, i 
 
 Strange flowers and foliage unfold. j 
 
 I 
 
 The noble olive Stem j 
 
 Bears us its Branches fair ; 1 
 
 Ne'er barren like to them 
 
 May we their ruin jhare ; 
 
 O God, Whom we adore, 
 
 Thine ancient Branch re|lore, j 
 
 Keep Thou the Engrafted evermore. | 
 
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 ] 
 
H3 
 
 die (BuiDing: ^tar. 
 
 S with Gladnefs men of old 
 Did the guiding Star behold ; 
 As with joy they hailed its Light, 
 Leading onward, beaming bright ; 
 
 So, mojl Gracious Lord, may we 
 
 Evermore be led to Thee, 
 
 As with Joyful Jleps they Jped 
 
 To that lowly Manger-bed, 
 
 There to bend the knee before 
 
 Him Whom Heaven and earth adore ; 
 
 So may we with willing feet 
 
 Ever Jeek the Mercy-Jeat. 
 
 As they offered Gifts mojl rare 
 
 At that Manger rude and bare ; 
 
 So may we with holy joy, 
 
 Pure and free from Jin's alloy, 
 
 All our cojlliejl Treajures bring, 
 
 Christ, to Thee our Heavenly King. 
 
 Holy Jesus, every day 
 Keep us in the narrow way ; 
 And, when earthly things are pajt, 
 Bring our ranfomed Souls at lajl 
 Where they need no Star to guide. 
 Where no clouds Thy Glory hide. 
 
144 (EptpMnp anft ^ran^fiffuration* 
 
 In the Heavenly Country bright 
 Need they no created light ; 
 Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, 
 Thou its Sun which goes not down ; 
 There for ever may we Jing 
 Alleluias to our King. 
 
 Cfirift, tSroug;^ pief anlr toil toe come* \ 
 
 HRIST, through grief and toil we comej 
 
 Seeking Thy Eternal Home ; | 
 
 On the weary way and far \ 
 Shine Thou forth, our Hope and Star 5! 
 
 When by doubt and danger tried ; 
 
 Send Thy Wijdom for our guide. 
 
 As the Wife Men brought of old ; 
 Myrrh and Frankincenje and Gold ; 
 King-like Gifts adoring poured 
 
 At Thy Feet, Incarnate Lord ; ' 
 
 So would we Oblations meet j 
 
 Offer at Thy Mercy^at. \ 
 
 I 
 
 Adoration, Lord, we bring \ 
 
 Unto Thee, our rijen King ; I 
 
 To our prayers, O God, attend, 
 
 When as Incenje they ascend ; \ 
 
 Broken heart and holy Jighs, \ 
 
 Saviour, Thou wilt not dejpife. 
 
) nata ILnx tie Unmint. 145 
 
 Lord, when near our journey's end, 
 With frejh hopes Thy Saints defend ; 
 May Thy Light around us Jhine, 
 Till we reach Thy Houfe Divine, 
 And behold Thee Face to face 
 In Thine own abiding Place. 
 
 iSD nata %\tx tie %umint. 
 
 LIGHT of Light, Lord Jesu, 
 
 Redeemer of mankind, 
 Our prayers and praijes deign accept 
 
 With Jweet and gracious Mind. 
 
 Who for lojl Jinners didjl not 
 
 Dijdain the Virgin's Womb, 
 Help, Lord, that living Members we 
 
 Of Thy Blejl Self become. 
 
 Thy Face the Sun outjhining, 
 
 Thy Raiment fnowy white. 
 To worthy WitneJJes Jhone forth 
 
 Upon that Mountain-height. 
 
 Seers from their children hidden, 
 Thou didjl unite with Thine ; 
 
 And give Thyjelf, in Faith, to each 
 As God with Power Divine. 
 
 Thee out of Heaven the Father 
 Proclaimed His Only Son, 
 
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146 (Epipjanp anil ^rang(fifl:ut:atiDn* 
 
 Whom we with loyal hearts and true 
 The King of Glory own. 
 
 Grant us, we pray, to brighten 
 
 In life's mild charities. 
 That unto Heaven and all its Joys 
 
 On deeds of good we rije. 
 
 gim abenti ftlmfet lie St^orsenttern. 
 
 HE wondering Sages trace from far, 
 Bright in the wejl, the Morning-Jlar ; 
 A Light illumes the wejlern Jkies, 
 Seen never in the eajl to rije. 
 
 Eternity produced its blaze, 
 Time's fullnejs hails its nearer rays ; 
 Its brightness chafes night away, 
 And kindles darknejs into day. 
 
 O Jesu ! brightejl Morning-Jlar, 
 
 Shed forth Thy Beams both near and far, 
 
 That all, in theje our later days, 
 
 May know Thee, and proclaim Thy Praije. 
 
H7 
 
 CfiDu ^ftat art tfie iFatlier'gf aaiorn. 
 
 HOU That art the Father's Word, 
 Thou That art the Lamb of God, 
 Thou That art the Virgin's Son, 
 Thou That favejl Souls undone, 
 Sacred Sacrifice for Jin, 
 Fount of Piety within. 
 
 Hail! Lord Jesus. 
 
 Thou to Whom Thine Angels raije 
 Quiring fongs of jweetejl praije. 
 Thou That art the Flower and Fruit, 
 Virgin-born from JeJJe's Root, 
 Shedding holy Peace abroad, 
 PerfeS Man and Perfeft God, 
 
 Hail ! Lord Jesus. 
 
 Thou That art the Door of Heaven, 
 Living Bread in Mercy given, 
 Brightnejs of the Father's Face, 
 Everlajling Prince of Peace, 
 Precious Pearl beyond all price, 
 Brightejl Star in all the Jkies, 
 
 Hail! Lord Jesus. 
 
 King and Spouje of holy hearts. 
 Fount of Love that ne'er departs, 
 
148 (Epfp^anp anil Crangfttguratfon. 
 
 Sweetejl Life, and Brightejl Day, 
 Truejl Truth, and furejl Way 
 That leads onward to the blejl 
 Sabbath of Eternal Rejl, 
 
 Hail ! Lord Jesus. 
 
 SS>na lapfu tacito fetella loquacibugf. 
 
 HE Star before doth Jlilly glide 
 With gently-jpeaking rays, 
 The Seers purfue the wondrous Guide 
 With earnejl feet and gaze ; 
 And now the Heaven-led Wanderers come 
 To towering Salem's mountain home. 
 
 And there have lojl the friendly Star, 
 As in his darkling mid career 
 The Star dejerts the mariner 
 On nightly Jeas afar. 
 
 They little deem of envious arts, 
 
 No princely wrath they fear, 
 But for their King, with guilelejs hearts. 
 
 They jeek both far and near ; 
 Faith ne'er jhalljimple hearts deceive, 
 For though the Heavenly Star may leave. 
 
 From Holy Writ breaks forth the Light ; 
 The Strangers to the King are brought. 
 By His own People jet at naught. 
 
 And witnejs the dread Jight. 
 
149 
 
 Cf)e ^^ret^folti flDfalatfom 
 
 EE ! from where the purple morning 
 Gladdens o'er the dark blue Jky, 
 ij^hbS^ With its glorious tints adorning 
 All the fading canopy, 
 Kings their royal Offerings bearing 
 
 Myrrh, and Frankincenje, and Gold, 
 In a Myjlery declaring 
 
 What the Prophets had foretold : 
 Firjl with Incenje Jweet adoring 
 Him th' Eternal Lord of all ; 
 Then at His blejl Feet outpouring 
 
 Gold, as humble JiibjeSs fall ; 
 Laji, the bitter Myrrh, in token 
 
 Of His Manhood fad and grieved, 
 Of His Wounds, and Body broken. 
 Of His Mother Jo bereaved. 
 
 ilJuntium tiDbi0 tzto 6e fe)uperni0. 
 
 O earth from Heaven glad Tidings I un- 
 fold 
 The Angel cries Christ Lord of 
 world is born 
 In Bethlehem Judah, as the Seers foretold. 
 This hallowed Morn. 
 
150 (Kpip^anp antr Crangfffffuration. 
 
 Him do the joyful Choir of Angels Jing, 
 
 The Star declares ; Him eajlern Princes greet, 
 And myjlic Gifts in adoration bring, 
 Oblations meet ; 
 
 Incenfe to God, and Myrrh to grace His Tomb, 
 
 For tribute to their King, a Golden Jlore ; 
 One they revere, Three with three Offerings come. 
 And Three adore. 
 
 . Sin (Ebenfng: (Epfpfianp l^pmn. 
 
 WEET Babe, That wrapt in twilight 
 Jhade, 
 Upon Thy Mother's Lap wajl laid, 
 Grant, Holy Jesus, grant that we 
 May imitate Thine Infancy. 
 
 And when we jeek our lowly bed, 
 While midnight darkens o'er our head, 
 From ravening wolves, kind Shepherd, keep 
 This little flock of Thy poor Jheep. 
 
 Speak Peace unto our Souls, and tell 
 Of Heavenly Joys with Thee that dwell ; 
 So Jhall our Spirit, all night long. 
 Sing to our God her thankful jbng. 
 
 Thus, as the dying day grows dim, 
 To God we raije our evening hymn ; 
 And laud, with Heaven's bright Angel-hojt, 
 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
151 
 
 (Kola, ifranfeincenCe, anU Sl^i^rrf). ] 
 
 OLD, Frankinccnje, and Myrrh 1 
 The eajlern Sages gave : 
 
 My heart, what canjl thou here confer i 
 
 On Him Who earth did Jave ? | 
 
 Oft art thou Jin's Jad thrall, i 
 
 Oft tempt'Jl the Vengeance-rod, i 
 
 And He is Boundlejs Lord of all, ; 
 
 The Everlajling God. \ 
 
 ] 
 
 What canfl thou, then, bejlow ? i 
 
 O Wonder, jweet as rare, 
 Thy Lord, thy God, Who Jhared thy woe. 
 
 He will accept thy prayer. 
 
 The lowly prayer of Jin, j 
 
 The praije of love-ftaught fear, l 
 His Jacred Temple's courts within, 
 
 Before Him breathe them here. I 
 
 I 
 
 Lord, at Thy Feet we fall, | 
 
 Imperfefi Gifts we own ; I 
 
 Our works, our prayers, our praijes all | 
 
 Are Thine, and Thine alone. \ 
 
 :^ 
 
152 (Epip!)anp arm ^rangfiffuratiom 
 
 Haetetur l^oliie 9^atr:i& (Ettlzdu Cancta 
 tietiDtto. 
 
 IS the Feajl of the Change that jb ra- 
 pidly ended 
 Oh, Jweet be the prayers, Mother dear, 
 that we pray 
 When the Vijion from Glory on Tabor dejcended 
 And Godhead through Flejh Jhone, outjhining 
 the day. 
 
 Here, before the three Saints, Jhines the Word in 
 
 His Power, 
 O'er the darknefs of Nature flinging Light like the 
 
 Sun ; 
 While in jplendour, and near Him, Jland to wit- 
 
 nefs the hour 
 Two WitneJJes bright, upon either hand one. 
 
 Joy breaks on the Jilence which follows theje 
 Wonders, 
 
 While wondering Peter Jpeaks of the Shrine : 
 
 And a bright Cloud defcends, from which, /peak- 
 ing in thunder. 
 
 The Father declares that His Son is Divine. 
 
 The Three fall to earth, while thofe Accents float 
 
 o'er them, 
 And Power Jeals their lips and darkens their eyes ; 
 
jag(^tar0Dfi^io;|)t. 153 
 
 Till the Saviour draws near them to raije and 
 
 rejlore them, 
 And bid them be filent until He arife. 
 
 That Day mortal eyes faw the Sun of Uprightnefs, 
 The fplendour of Grace marks what Glory jhall be ; 
 When that Marvellous Sun goeth forth in His 
 
 Brightnejs, 
 Which only our nature forbids us to Jee. 
 
 Oh, may we, with His Saints, through His Mercy, 
 
 be tended. 
 And that Face, which to-day Jhone, Jhine on us 
 
 for aye. 
 With Juch Glory as then upon Jesus descended ; 
 O fweet Mother dear, be the prayers that we pray. 
 
 SL0 ^tav& ot ^iSliU 
 
 ilS Jlars of night, when morn is near. 
 The Jhadowy Prophets disappear ; 
 And lo ! with healing in His Wings, 
 The Sun of Righteoujhejs upjprings : 
 
 One Star of Morn, yet lingering, one, 
 
 Rifes the Herald of that Sun ; 
 
 One Voice that foon Jhall found abroad 
 
 Behold ! behold ! the Lamb of God. 
 
 Hark ! from that cloud of Angels bright, 
 What Heavenly mujic charms the night 
 
154 (Epipfianp anu ^ran^fiffuratiDm I 
 
 With (Oh ! what Words) a Saviour's Birth 
 
 Glory to God Peace, Peace on Earth. 
 
 Well may the Jhephercjs catch the found, 
 
 Well jpread the rapture fwift around ; 
 
 'Tis that great Shepherd of the Jheep, j 
 
 Come, with His Blood, His Own to keep. I 
 
 And lo ! the Star-led Magi hajle ] 
 
 To Salem, o'er the Eajlern wajle : 
 The Wondrous Infant is not here ; 
 Yet is high-fated Bethlehem near : 
 The Heavenly Manger they explore, i 
 
 Dijplay their Treajures, and adore I 
 
 With Frankincenje, with Gold, and Myrrh, I 
 
 The God, the King, the Pajfover. j 
 
 Ah, Jhall I view, nor with them kneel ? i 
 
 A Chrijlian, Jhort of Pagan zeal ! 1 
 ril ope the cajket of my heart ; 
 The Gold of bounty thence impart, 
 
 The Myrrh of penitential tears, I 
 
 The Frankincenje of praife and prayers : | 
 
 My God, my Saviour, and my King 
 
 Accept, Thine Own, the Gifts I bring. j 
 
 1>ttllt^tm anu ^abor. j 
 
 i 
 RULY at the Manger-Jhed, \ 
 
 Lord, wajl Thou transfigured ; \ 
 
 When, where lowing oxen fed, i 
 
 Thou didjl lay Thy lowly Head. 
 
iBet^leftem ana ^abon 155 
 
 All the Glory then jeemed o'er 
 Which was ever Thine before, 
 Christ, Thy Throne a Jlable floor, 
 Whom the highejl Heavens adore. 
 
 Thou of nine-fold Orders bleji, 
 In the realm of Life confejl, 
 Then for us did/t deign to rejl 
 On the Mother-maiden's Breajl. 
 
 Truly this the Mountain-height, 
 Whence the very Light of Light, 
 Streaming out upon the night. 
 Made the earth's dark places bright. 
 
 Thou the Lord of all the years, 
 Maker of the countlejs Jpheres, 
 Knew'Jl our human wants and fears, 
 Liv'djl a Life of toil and tears. 
 
 Three-and-thirty years of woe. 
 Thou for man didjl undergo ; 
 Crofs and PaJJion, Scourge and Blow, 
 Not a pain wouldjl Thou forego. 
 
 God Incarnate ! Theme mojl high, 
 Ring it out in melody : 
 Let our Carols pierce the Jky, 
 Jesus takes Mortality. 
 
 Fairer far than Tabor's Grace, 
 Now, O Lord, Thy Dwelling-place ; 
 There may we behold Thy Face, 
 Only Hope of Jinful race. 
 
156 (Cpiplian? arm ^ran^fipratiDii. 
 
 CffoU a^amfea in tljt ^ktt). 
 
 RAISE the Lord, ye Heavens above ;: 
 
 Anjwer back, O earth again ; | 
 
 Robed in Mercy, veiled in Love, j 
 
 God is Manife|l to men. \ 
 
 Spread His glorious Praije abroad, 
 
 Of His Loving-mercy Jing, \ 
 
 Sing ye praijes to our God, \ 
 
 Sing ye praijes to our King. ] 
 
 j 
 
 Though He in a Manger lies, i 
 
 He is Lord of Heaven and earth, i 
 Hell before Him moved doth rije, 
 Death is trembling at His Birth. 
 
 Guided by His leading Star 
 
 To the Footjlool of your King, ; 
 
 Come ! ye nations, from afar, \ 
 
 And your hearts as tribute bring. ] 
 
 Bring your Gold, an offering meet, \ 
 
 All your richejl treafures lay, ] 
 
 Come! and lay them at the Feet \ 
 
 Of your Infant King to-day. .! 
 
 Incenje of the loving Soul | 
 
 Offer in His poor Abode, \ 
 
 Let its clouds of perfume roll | 
 
 Round the Infant Son of God. \ 
 
) )atot: vtvnm IReparator aebu 157 
 
 Myrrh, the emblem of that Faith, 
 Which, through all His Sorrows, can 
 
 See the Life which jprings from death, 
 Offer to the Son of Man. 
 
 He hath rent the parting Veil, 
 He hath made the nations one, 
 
 O ye javed nations, hail ! 
 
 Come ! and hail th' Eternal Son. 
 
 Come ! with Faith Jerene and Jure, 
 Do His Will and tread His Ways ; 
 
 Come ! with hearts uplift and pure ; 
 Come ! with endlejs Jongs of praije. 
 
 ^ )atDr rerum i^eparator aeiiu 
 
 HE World's Rejlorer, Christ, of kings 
 the King, 
 Builder of all. Dread Judge upon Thy 
 Throne, 
 
 Here, on the prayers we pour, the lauds we Jing, 
 
 Look kindly down. 
 
 To Thee our vows of praije, at night's dim fall. 
 We pay ; vouchjafe our vows of praije to greet, 
 And cheer us, Spring of Light perennial, 
 
 With concord fweet. 
 
 'Twixt Mofes and Elias, Seers Jupreme, 
 
 Thy white Vejl whiter than the driven Jhow, 
 
158 (Epfp^anp ana ^rangffipration* \ 
 
 With Vijage brighter than the Sun's bright beam, j 
 Forth didjl Thou glow. \ 
 
 The Father greets Thee, God the Father's \ 
 Son, 
 Before Thy Face the holy Angels bow ; 
 The Way, the Life, the world's Salvation 
 
 And Glory Thou. ! 
 
 %^t ai^affi at tlje apanger^ 
 
 EE them bending in the Manger, 
 Sages who have come from far 
 To behold the Heavenly Stranger, 
 Guided by His herald Star. 
 See, on high, that bright attendant 
 Pauje to point their journey done. 
 Where, with Righteoujhejs rejplendent, 
 Smiles in clouds the New-born Sun. 
 
 To that Sun the Sages kneeling, 
 
 And their Treajures opening, view ; 
 May I Jhare their holy feeling. 
 
 Kneel, and ope my bojbm too ; 
 Well they come to gaze with gladnejs. 
 
 Well with gladnejs they return, 
 Thofe may bid adieu to jadnejs 
 
 Who a Saviour theirs dijcern. 
 
 Well the wondrous fcene engages 
 All that have a heart to bring : 
 
ilJoiium ^iW0 tx^vitnt:. 159 
 
 Angels, Shepherds, Saints, and Sages, 
 Clujlered here, adore your King i 
 
 Let me join the happy Legion, 
 Varied, vajl, yet one in Love ; 
 
 Join on earth, and in the Region 
 Where they circle Christ above. 
 
 iliotium ^tbm e;i;oritur* 
 
 O ! the new-born Star appearing 
 Brightly Jheds its myjlic Light, 
 High in Heaven the Standard rearing 
 Of Messiah's conquering Might. 
 
 Vain the jlrength of powers rebelling, 
 Vain their fierce and cruel boajis ; 
 
 Hark ! the Songs of triumph jwelling 
 From Messiah's gathering Hojls. 
 
 Bannered Legions long contending 
 Watch their Jlandard waving high, 
 
 Then, in fiercer conflift blending, 
 Fiercer jlrive for viSory. 
 
 Of our Jlrife the Banner glorious 
 Christ Himjelf, in Myjlery Blejl, 
 
 Christ our Triumph, Christ ViSorious, 
 Reigning in triumphal Rejl. 
 
i6o (Epip^anp aim ^rangffiffuration. 
 
 ^n Cabot's amount* j 
 
 i N Tabor's Mount how can/l thou hopej 
 to jland, I 
 
 As Jloodof yore thofe highly-favoured: 
 Three : 
 
 Weak Soul, unready at thy Lord's Command, i 
 
 To watch one hour at jad Gethjemane ; 1 
 
 Oh, how thy Saviour's Glory think to Jhare, | 
 
 Shunning thy Saviour's Agony and Prayer ? \ 
 
 \ 
 They who beheld the Garments glijlering white, ; 
 Mujl yet behold thoje Garments dyed with red ;i 
 Thoje dazzled eyes, that fail with Heavenly Light,; 
 Mujl fee with darknejs the whole land o'er- 
 Jpread : i 
 
 If Glory's crown His jacred Brow adorns, i 
 
 That Jacred Brow mujl languijh, pierced with 
 thorns. 
 
 To Him Whom Law and Prophets both foretold ; i 
 Him Who the Law and Prophets both fulfilled ; j 
 
 Mofes, meek Leader of the Church of old. 
 
 And Jlern Elias come, their place to yield : ] 
 
 The Vijion fades away, and Jide by Jide, 
 
 Between two Thieves they view Him crucified. ; 
 
 And they mujl forth, if they would win their crown ; ; 
 (Was ever Servant greater than his Lord ?) i 
 
I UNIVERSITY 
 
 ) folk magnariim Mtbium i6i 
 
 One on the crofs, with head fujpended down ; 
 
 One the firjl viSim to the tyrant's Jword ; 
 Long years mujl prove the third, ere fummoned 
 
 home 
 He claim his palm of life-long Martyrdom. 
 
 Thus Zion's hill rijeth, exceeding fair, 
 
 And thou, weak Soul, would reach its height 
 fublime ; 
 
 But canjl thou Jloop, thy daily crojs to bear, 
 In Jbrrow plant thy foot, in patience climb ? 
 
 Count thou the cojl, timely the dangers count ; 
 
 So may He help Thee to ajcend His Mount. 
 
 ^ fola maffttarum (Krbmm. 
 
 HE noblejl cities upon earth 
 
 Mujl yield, O Bethlehem, to thee ; 
 'Twas thine to give myjlerious Birth 
 To Christ, th' Incarnate Deity. 
 
 More glorious than the Sun at morn, 
 Thy Herald-Jlar its rays unfurled, 
 
 Proclaiming that the Babe was born, 
 Whoje Power Jhould Jave a dying world. 
 
 Drawn by its guiding light from far, 
 
 The Sages at His Cradle meet. 
 With Gold^ and Frankincenje, and Myrrh, 
 
 To worjhip at His Jacred Feet. 
 M 
 
i62 (Epfp^ang am ^ran^ftffuration* 
 
 Nor vain their myjlic Offering ] 
 
 The Incenfe owned the Cpmld as God : \ 
 
 The Gold did homage to the King : ' 
 
 The Myrrh His Death and Burial Jhowed. ; 
 
 %litvz are ^^ree (Bitt0. \ 
 
 j HERE are three Gifts, three Homages, \ 
 
 Three Offerings of Love intenfe, I 
 The Chrijlian Soul mujl bring; andthefej 
 Are Gold, and Myrrh, and Frank- 1 
 
 incenje. \ 
 
 The offering to God's AjpeS \ 
 
 Of all the judgment can unfold, | 
 
 The homage of the intelleS, 
 
 The light of Wijdom this is Gold. 1 
 
 To bow jubmijjive to the rod, I 
 
 Meekly the Jhafts of fpite to bear. 
 
 To raije the broken heart to God i 
 
 In loving Patience this is Myrrh. 1 
 
 To try the Gold, and purify ] 
 
 The Gift of Myrrh, by raifmg hence i 
 
 The Soul in ardent prayer on high 
 
 This, the bejl Gift of Frankincenje. i 
 
 Thy Myrrh were wormwood. Gold were drojs, i 
 
 Unhallowed by the prayer of Love ; j 
 
 Then hajle thee to the blejjed Crojs, j 
 Vain elje thy hopes to rije above. 
 
CDrieftiS JFormam (Blorfae. 163 
 
 And, Chrijlian Soul, Jince round theejland 
 Angels, to bear thy treafure hence ; 
 
 Be thine the care to fill their hand 
 
 With Gold, and Myrrh, and Frankincenje. 
 
 And Jince in golden cenjers, they, 
 
 Ceajelefs to God, thefe Offerings bear. 
 
 Be thine the tajk, by watching aye. 
 New Jtores of Grace to forward there. 
 
 Co0lttti0 iformam dBloriae. 
 
 GLORIOUS fcene, and pajjing fair. 
 The Church triumphant hopes to Jhare, 
 Which Christ above the Jblar blaze 
 Rejplendent, on the Mount dijplays. 
 
 O Wonder every age Jhall hear, 
 When He to three Dijciples dear, 
 With Mojes and Elias, thence 
 Speaks Words of gracious eloquence. 
 
 The WitneJJes of Grace at hand, 
 Of Law and Prophets wondering jland ; 
 The Father's Mandate from the Cloud 
 Proclaims His Only Son aloud. 
 
 With glijlening Face and Jhining Robe 
 Christ teacheth this terrejlrial globe, 
 What honour Jhall reward the jujl, 
 Who in their God devoutly trujl. 
 
i64 Cpiplian? anil ^ran^fiffuratfon. 
 
 Lo ! the myjlerious Vijion nigh, 
 Lifts every faithful heart on high ; 
 And we with voice exulting raije 
 To Heaven our fejlal hymns of praije. 
 
 %\xx alma Jttii. 
 
 IGHT of the anxious heart, 
 Jesu, Thou dojt appear. 
 To bid the gloom of guilt depart, 
 And Jhed Thy Sweetnejs here. 
 
 Joyous is he with whom, 
 
 God's Word, Thou dojl abide, 
 Sweet Light of our eternal Home, 
 
 To flejhly fenje denied, 
 
 Brightnejs of God above. 
 
 Unfathomable Grace, 
 Thy Prejence be a fount of Love 
 
 Within Thy chojen place. 
 
 0iuae Stella Cole pulclinor ? ; 
 
 HAT Star is this that beams abroad^j 
 More beauteous than the Sun's] 
 bright ray ? \ 
 
 It tells the Jpring ^ 
 
 Of the new-born King, \ 
 
 And to the Cradle of our God | 
 
 Doth point the way. I 
 
 \ 
 
:uae )tella Cole pulctjrior ? 165 
 
 Faith with the ancient Prophet Jlands 
 Behold ! from Jacob's hill, a Star 
 
 Doth brightly rije 
 
 To arrejl all eyes ; 
 Whereat ereft the Eajlern lands 
 
 Shine out afar. 
 
 While /peaks without the Star benign, 
 Yet clearer Jhines the Light within ; 
 
 Whoje rays' fweet force, 
 
 O'er their dejert courje. 
 To feek the Giver of the Sign, 
 
 The Three doth win. 
 
 Impatient Love knows no delay : 
 
 Their hearts nor toil nor peril grieve ; 
 
 At God's high Call, 
 
 From their father's hall 
 They hajle ; and kindred far away 
 
 And country leave. 
 
 Thy Jhining Star of Grace, O Christ, 
 Our jlep invites ; then fuffer not 
 
 Our cloudy heart, 
 
 From its Life apart. 
 Thine Heavenly Radiance to rejijl, 
 
 Thy Sun to blot. 
 
PART IV. 
 
 Cbe Paffiton* 
 
 THE BETRAYAL, PASSION, CRUCI- 
 FIXION, AND ENTOMBMENT. 
 
 (Boon iFn'liag* 
 
 HE awful noontide gloom is o'er, 
 The darknejs ebbs away ; 
 The Maries linger to adore : 
 O, let us with them pray ! 
 
 Yea, let us linger 'neath the Crofs 
 Where hangs the Lord of Life ; 
 
 Now let us weep their bitter lofs, 
 And mourn our carnal Jlrife. 
 
 More calmly now each pajl offence 
 May we in grief re-view, 
 
 And weep our vanijhed innocence, 
 And feel dejpair our due. 
 
(Kootr frftiap. 167 
 
 Yet He upon the Crofs Who lies 
 
 For us hath pardon won ; 
 Thence blend we comfort with our Jighs, 
 
 And laud the Glorious Son. 
 
 The hours creep on O rejl we here 
 
 Beneath the Crofs' s Jhade ! 
 We'll keep our vigil, jad yet dear, 
 
 Till low our Lord is laid. 
 
 See ! Jofeph comes with Spices' Jlore ; 
 
 See Nicodemus aid : 
 They gaze upon their Lord once more 
 
 While daylight's rays do fade. 
 
 With pious hajle and pious awe 
 They foon their tajk complete ; 
 
 From thofe blejl Hands the nails they draw 
 And free thoje facred Feet. 
 
 Then down the Blefsed Form they bear, 
 
 And low on earth do lay. 
 And weeping bend in jilent prayer. 
 
 Yet jcarce for tears can pray. 
 
 Now fee that gracious Company, 
 
 The Maries, true S. John, 
 And thofe twain Lords of high degree 
 
 Who raife and bear Him on. 
 
 They bear Him to the new-hewn Tomb ; 
 There down their Lord they fet, 
 
i68 %f)t ^afTmx. 
 
 And leave Him in that Jacred gloom, 
 Their Lord, their Saviour yet. 
 
 O Jilent tears, O jighs of pain. 
 How flowed ye fajl and free ! 
 
 For them, for us, the Lamb was jlain 
 To all Eternity, 
 
 afpice mfami 2Deusf fpfe Hiffuo* 
 
 EE ! where in Jhame the God of Glory 
 hangs. 
 All bathed in His own Blood : 
 See ! how the nails pierce with a thoujand 
 pangs 
 Thoje Hands Jo good. 
 
 Th' All-holy, as a Minijler of ill. 
 
 Betwixt two Thieves they place ; 
 
 Oh, deed unjujl ! yet Juch the cruel will 
 Of IJraePs race. 
 
 Pale grows His Face, and fixed His languid Eye; 
 
 His wearied Head He bends ; 
 And rich in Merits, forth with one loud Cry 
 
 His Spirit fends. 
 
 O heart more hard than iron, not to weep 
 
 At this ; thy Jin it was 
 Thatwrought His Death; of all theje torments deep 
 
 Thou art the cauje. 
 
169 
 
 !^oto tt)all 3 loofe upon tliat Broto ? 
 
 OW Jhall I look upon that Brow 
 
 That was crowned with thorns for me? 
 How Jhall I lift my jinful eyes, 
 Thoje glorious Eyes to fee ? 
 
 How jhall I dare to look upon 
 
 The pierced Hands and F'eet, 
 When all the dead in Christ Jhall rife 
 
 Their Rifen Lord to meet ? 
 
 How Jhall I venture, Holy Lord, 
 
 To come before Thee now. 
 With the Jlain of Jin on my evil heart, 
 
 With its mark on my weary brow ? 
 
 My waywardnefs, my wilfulnefs, 
 
 The Jins I dare not name. 
 To the Lord of Life have given death, 
 
 To the Lord of Glory Jhame. 
 
 The lame and blind were hated 
 
 Ofholy David's Soul; 
 They came to Thee in the Temple, Lord, 
 
 And Thou didjl make them whole. 
 
 The leper dared not fit or rejl 
 
 Where trace of man had been ; 
 Yet didJl Thou deign. All-merciful, 
 
 To touch, and make him clean. 
 
170 Clje^aCtton. 
 
 There are jbme from whom the pure will Jhrink 
 
 And Jhun their face to fee, 
 But the harlot and the publican 
 
 Thou calledjl unto Thee. 
 
 And when Thy blejjed Hands were pierced 
 
 Upon the bitter Tree, 
 Even in that hour of Agony 
 
 Thou didjl think with love of me, 
 
 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 
 
 I know not what I do, 
 When by my jins I crucify 
 
 The Son of God anew. 
 
 1 only know that I am vile, 
 
 More vile than words can jay, 
 And I know that Jesus did not will 
 
 That the worjl be cajl away. 
 
 (cqui0 l)ina0 Columbinasf* | 
 
 i 
 
 HOLY Dove, ajjijl my love, j 
 
 Give my Soul Jwift wings to fly, 
 And reach the Palm, whoje wondrousi 
 balm 
 
 Fragrance yields that fills the Jky : 
 There God our Lord, th' Incarnate Word, 
 
 Glorious Friend of our loji race. 
 Hung, wounded fore, and bruifed all o'er, j 
 
 Meekly bearing all difgrace. | 
 
CEcquisf bim& olmnhim&. 1 7 1 
 
 My heart, awake ! O Jesu, take 
 
 Pity ; Jave me ; refuge give ; 
 And open wide Thy bleeding Side : 
 
 Hidden there my Soul jhall live, 
 And Peaceful dwell, fecure from Hell, 
 
 Free from every worldly jhare : 
 No mountain cave Juch rejl e'er gave 
 
 Hunted wanderers Jheltered there. 
 
 O Love Divine, for ever mine, 
 
 Didjl Thou fuffer, Lord, for me 
 Amazing lojs ? and did the Crofs 
 
 Wring Thy Soul with agony ? 
 Yes, Lord, that Tree did torture Thee, 
 
 Though no Jin at all was Thine : 
 For my foul guilt Thy Blood was fpilt ; 
 
 Life now through Thy Death is mine. 
 
 It feems too much to make me Juch, 
 
 Dearejl Lord, as Thou hajl done ; 
 Oh, while I live, myjelf I give : 
 
 Take the heart which Thou hajl won : 
 O blejjed Love, born from above, 
 
 Unconquered Thou, while conquering all ; 
 Before Thy Breath, Jlronger than death, 
 
 HarmleJs all his darts mujl fall. 
 
 Though (Jead in Jins, new life begins. 
 Wrought in me by Love's Jweet might : 
 
 Illujlrious fire, burn on : blaze higher : 
 Melt this frozen heart outright : 
 
17^ die palEon^ 
 
 O Christ, inflame, through Thy dear Name, 
 My loved Soul with Love of Thee ; 
 
 To hold Thee ever, to leave Thee never 
 Give, Oh, give this power to me. 
 
 %ltz (Brief of pieaCure^* 
 
 HROUGH miry paths I laboured on ; 
 Dark fell the mijl, I could not fee ; 
 But when my feet were almojl gone, 
 AVoiceJaid Turn, and look on Me. 
 
 Who com'Jl Thou, taunted like a thief 
 By hard men, joyous in Thy fall ? 
 
 Who art Thou, yearning pale with grief 
 To Jbme friend in the J udgment-hall ? 
 
 O glance too kind for broken vow, 
 
 For crime Jinned often and afrejh ! 
 O thorns, that wring the purejl Brow 
 
 Made ever yet from human flejh ! 
 
 printed Hands, O printed Feet, 
 
 O Side, dug to the quick with Jleel ! 
 
 1 marvel, but no anjwering heat 
 
 Strikes through my breajl, to make it feel. 
 
 Ah Lord ! but if Thy Grace impart 
 
 True jbrrow for my inward Jlain, 
 That look will pierce me to the heart, 
 
 That crown will tear me to the brain. 
 
%l)t ^ol^ >epulc5re* 173 
 
 Thofe marks upon Thy Feet and Hands, 
 
 That furrow in Thy Jinlejs Side, 
 Will fear me as with iron brands 
 
 While I with Thee hang crucified. 
 
 Nay, but the World too far, too much 
 She lures me with her power to pleaje. 
 
 How can I bear Thy healing touch 
 To rob me of my jweet dijeaje ? 
 
 For even again that path of mire. 
 
 That dim place, where the mijl came down, 
 Seems, for its joy, worth endlefs fire. 
 
 Such dreams my Soul in poijbn drown, 
 
 I bathe me in a falje delight. 
 
 Chew dujl for bread : yet, Lord, I pray, 
 Come, for without Thee day is night, 
 
 Come now, for with Thee night is day. 
 
 Yea, by Thy Love, Thy Toil to fave. 
 
 Thy Prayer, Thy Groans, Thy Bloody Sweat, 
 
 Thy Death, Thy Rijing from the Grave, 
 Look down from Heaven, and hear me yet. 
 
 Clje ^olp )epulc5t:e. 
 
 Y Jesus' Grave on either hand. 
 While night is brooding o'er the land, 
 The fad and filent Mourners Jiand. 
 
174 ^f)e i&aODEon. 
 
 At lajl the weary Life is o'er, 
 The Agony and ConfliS fore, 
 Of Him Who all our jufferings bore. 
 
 Deep in the Rock's Sepulchral Jhade 
 
 The Lord, by Whom the world was made, 
 
 The Saviour of mankind, is laid. 
 
 O hearts bereaved and Jbre dijlrejl, 
 
 Here is for you a place of rejl. 
 
 Here leave your griefs on Jesus' Breajl. 
 
 So when the Day-Jpring from on High 
 Shall chaje the night and fill the jky, 
 Then Jhall the Lord again draw nigh. 
 
 2Dag( fereuj (ft liennoclj pt- 
 
 HE Crofs is ever good. 
 Although with tears bedewed ; 
 A Father's Hand from Heaven 
 This very Crojs has given. 
 Take it as children Jhould : 
 What bitter is at prefent. 
 We own ere long as pleajant, 
 It is ]b good, jb good. 
 
 The Crojs is ever fair ; 
 And though no beauty there 
 The eye of jight dijcerneth, 
 Such glory round it burneth. 
 
2Da0 fereu? (ft aennoc!) quu 175 
 
 That watching Angels wear 
 Sweet looks of joy and wonder 
 As on the Crofs they ponder, 
 
 It is fo fair, fo fair. 
 
 And with the Crojs is light : 
 
 Before it nought aright 
 
 Of thine own jelf thou knowejl, 
 
 While unto it thou owejl, 
 
 Of God the firjl true Jight. 
 
 The Crofs in darknejs finds thee, 
 But Jcatters all that binds thee : 
 
 For with the Crojs is light. 
 
 The Crofs makes all things pure : 
 
 No falfehood can endure 
 
 Its coming ; guilt, long hidden, 
 
 Arifes then unbidden ; 
 
 And though fevere the cure. 
 At forrow's touch mujl perijh 
 The fms we fain would cherijh. 
 
 It makes ^o pure, [o pure. 
 
 The Crofs makes man [o fmall, 
 
 His proudejl hopes muJl fall. 
 
 Their glory fajl difpelling 
 
 The while the Crofs is telling 
 
 That God alone is All ; 
 That only He is Holy, 
 And muJl be worjhipped folely, 
 
 Man is fo fmall, [o fmall. 
 
176 ^!)e ^Saffion* 
 
 The Crojs to me is dear, 
 
 It brings the Saviour near ; 
 
 And, worldly joy rejigning, 
 
 I take it unrepining. 
 
 Lord of the Crofs 'tis here 
 My life, my all I tender 
 To Thee, in full Jurrender, 
 
 And thus the Crojs is dear. 
 
 fec!)Dla Ctucisf, fecl)0la JLnti^. 
 
 ENEATH Thy Crojs I Jland ] 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, turn and look onj 
 
 me : 
 Oh, who are theje that on either hand . 
 Are crucified with Thee. 
 
 The one that turns away 
 With jullen jcoffing lip, and one whoje eyes 
 Cloje o'er the words Yet jhalt thou be this dayj 
 
 With Me in Paradije. ] 
 
 Here would I fain behold ^ 
 
 This twofold Myjlery ; Love's battle won, ] 
 
 Its warfare ended, and its ranjbm told, ) 
 
 Its conquejl but begun. 
 
 I jay not to Thee now 
 Come from the Crofs, and then I will believe : 
 Oh, lift me to Thee, and teach me how j 
 
 To love and how to grieve. 
 
Wizmvtmnv Crucisf %lsnnm^ 1 77 
 
 I tracked Thy Footjleps long, 
 For where Thou wert , there would Thy Servant be ; 
 But now methought the Jilence, now the throng 
 
 Would part me Jlill from Thee. 
 
 I fought Thee 'mid the leaves, 
 I found Thee on the dry and blajled Tree ; i 
 
 I Jaw Thee not until I Jaw the Thieves 
 ! There crucified with Thee. 
 
 (Eleneremur Cruci0 %ismm^ 
 
 AIL to the Crofs ! The Wood which bore 
 The cojlly Price, which did rejlore 
 
 The Univerje to-day ; 
 This is the hallowed Sign we know 
 By which we vanquijh every foe 
 And jcare each Jin away. 
 
 By Eden's tree the Father failed, 
 And forrow on his Jon entailed 
 
 Through ages yet to be ; 
 Upon this other Wood a Crojs, 
 Our God repaired our every lojs 
 
 As Jinful, Sinlejs He. 
 
 The Triumphs of the Crofs we Jing 
 That to the world did Blejfling bring, 
 Thou art the Banner of our King ; 
 By thee we mount ; to thee we cling ; 
 Do thou to Glory guide us. 
 
 N 
 
178 %ltt ^atKon* 
 
 Lord, Who didjl blejs the Crofs, give ear ; 
 Thou, Whofe Death conquered death and fear. 
 Lead us, our Jufferings over here. 
 To thoje jure Joys Thy Pajjion dear 
 And Sorrow did provide us. 
 
 tElje aaia? of )DrrDlDg(. 
 
 LORD, the wildernefs to me 
 A very Paradije Jhall be, 
 
 Since Thou for forty days wajl there, 
 In Fajling, Solitude, and Prayer. 
 
 Unworthy though theje feet to rejl 
 
 On ground Thy Footjleps once have blejl, 
 
 The Way of Sorrows jhall be mine. 
 Made fweet becaufe it firjl was Thine. 
 
 Lord, let me find fome lowly place 
 Where I may jeek Thy pitying Face, 
 
 And plead with Thee by Olivet, 
 By Agony, and Bloody Sweat. 
 
 Some quiet aijle or dim recejs 
 Shall make for me a wildernefs ; 
 
 And furely Angels jhall be there 
 To wait on penitence and prayer. 
 
 Nor is this all : for I would know 
 
 The depth of jhame, the crown of woe. 
 
%l)t li^mff aaiDrli0 DC 3|eCu0. 1 79 j 
 
 Stand by the Jlricken Mother's Jide, \ 
 
 While Thou art mocked and crucified, i 
 
 And then in hours of jaddejl gloom | 
 
 I Jlill will watch around Thy Tomb, \ 
 
 Till with the day new Joy be born, I 
 
 And Thou Jhalt rije on Eajler-morn. ; 
 
 Oh, blefjed thought, that faith can ]ee | 
 
 In every Altar Calvary, | 
 
 Find there the loving Arms outjpread, J 
 
 And fall before the fallen Head. | 
 
 Come King of Kings, come Light of Light: I 
 
 The Bride awaits the day all bright, ] 
 
 When Jhe jhall lift, her mourning o'er, i 
 
 The Jhout of Pajchal Joy once more. \ 
 
 ROTHER in Christ ! thy heart | 
 
 prepare, ] 
 
 Gird up thy loins, and mount with me 
 
 In Soul yon Blood-Jlained heights, to J 
 
 jhare i 
 
 The Sight which Angels wondering Jee : | 
 
 Hear on this Jpot of holy ground ^ 
 
 Thy Saviour's dying Words rejbund, ] 
 
 And take to thee their Jlrength Divine ; ] 
 
 For they can richejl jblace lend \ 
 
 Through life yea, and when life jhall end, ] 
 
 Such only Comfort Jhall be thine. 
 
i8o 1)0 ^affiom 
 
 Sfatl)tXy forgite tj)em# 
 O loving Heart, O pitying Eyes, 
 
 Such Look that on His murderers threw : 
 Forgive ! amidjl His Pain He cries 
 
 They know not, Father, what they do. 
 Lover of men, Thy juppliant Prayer 
 AJcends for thoje who nail Thee there, 
 
 Who on Thy Grief with mockeries gaze. 
 O man, by vengeful pajQlons driven. 
 Behold Thy bright Example given, 
 
 And pray as thy Redeemer prays. 
 
 98e|)oln, tf)v i^ot|)er* 
 What pattern of AfFeflion large. 
 
 When, rijing thoujand pangs above. 
 He recommends the filial Charge 
 
 To the Difciple of His Love. 
 Mujl I my own beloved ones fee 
 Weep round my dying bed for me ? 
 
 This Word Jhall jweetejl comfort bring : 
 To Him whofe latejl Mandate kind 
 Cared for the Friends He left behind. 
 
 Shall thoje I leave for Juccour cling. 
 
 ^o^tiag ftalt t|)ou be loitj) iBe in IParatiife^ 
 Ho ! jin-Jlck Souls, dijpel your fears ; 
 
 Trujt, and be Javed : in Christ confide : 
 Hear how the world's Redeemer cheers 
 
 The contrite Jinner by His Side. 
 
%\it Upmg: Mov^^ of "iztn^. i8j 
 
 He faith, conjbling Thou Jhalt be 
 To-day in Paradije with Me. 
 
 Such light at death's dark gate be mine : 
 So may I hear Thy Jlrengthening Voice, 
 Such Watch-word jweet my heart rejoice. 
 
 When in the lajl dread Jlrife I join. 
 
 M^ <^oti, M2 <Soti, tof)g j?aa ^{)ou forfaSen i^e* 
 How jharp the Jin-avenging Rod 
 
 That urged Him, hanging on the Tree, 
 Loudly to cry My God, My God, 
 
 Wherefore hajl Thou forjaken Me ? 
 Yet thus in nature's weakejl hour. 
 When darknefs o'er His Soul hath power, 
 
 His Heart's firm trujl is unforgot. 
 I too the Cup of grief Jhall drain : 
 My Jinking Soul Jhall cry, through pain 
 
 O God, My God, forjake me not. 
 
 31 tfjirCt* 
 I thirjl He cries, in fore Complaint, 
 
 With Anguijh parched, with Pain fubdued, 
 The God Who Jlrengthens all the faint. 
 
 And fiUeth every mouth with food : 
 And Jlill, from thoufand poor around, 
 He calleth, in like piteous found. 
 
 From hearts by want and hunger riven. 
 Thrice happy they, that Call who heed : 
 Who helps the poor in hour of need. 
 
 Hath to his Lord refrejhment given. 
 
i82 %lt ^aCTiDn- 
 
 Now ends the heavy hour of fadnejs 
 
 'Tis finijhed the Redeemer faith, 
 O Word of ViSory, Jbund of gladnefs, 
 
 Thou robbejl all the jling from death : 
 How blejl by Jesus jujlified : 
 Who Jhall condemn, Jince Christ hath died ? 
 
 Thou diedjl for us, and we are Thine : 
 Lord, when I reach my life's lajl day. 
 Be this my joy, in death to jay 
 
 'Tis finijhed : Christ and Heaven are mine. 
 
 JFatf)er, into f)g I&anTi0 3f commenti iffilg Spirit* 
 And when my eyes Jhall clofe, as Thine, 
 
 In dark and Jbrrowful eclipfe. 
 In my lajl hour, Juch Word be mine 
 
 As latejl jlruggled from Thy Lips : 
 Hark how the jblemn Accents roll 
 Father into Thy Hands My Soul 
 
 I yield in mortal Pangs He faith ; 
 So in that hour may I commend 
 My Soul to her Eternal Friend, 
 
 Then fudden change for fight my faith. 
 
 %l)t EorD Of a^tgljt from ^imV& 25roto* 
 
 HE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow 
 Gave forth His Voice of thunder ; 
 And Ifrael lay on earth below, 
 Outjlretched in fear and wonder : 
 
Clje Croton of ^ftornfif. 183 
 
 Beneath His Feet was pitchy night, 
 And at His left Hand and His Right 
 The rocks were rent ajunder. 
 
 The Lord of Love, on Calvary, 
 
 A meek and fuffering Stranger, 
 Upraifed to Heaven His languid Eye, 
 
 In Nature's hour of danger : 
 For us He bore the weight of woe, 
 For us He gave His Blood to flow, 
 
 And met His Father's Anger. 
 
 The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, 
 
 The King of all created 
 Shall back return to claim His right. 
 
 On clouds of Glory jeated ; 
 With Trumpet-found, and Angel-jbng, 
 And Alleluias loud and long 
 
 O'er Death and Hell defeated. 
 
 %^z Crotoit of djom0^ 
 
 F thou wilt indeed and truly 
 Find whereof to boajl, and duly 
 
 Be with glory crowned of God, 
 View this Coronal, think o'er it, 
 Track the Jleps of Him Who bore it. 
 Follow in the path He trod. 
 
 For our King this emblem lowly 
 Bore with honour, made it holy. 
 On the Brows Divine it Jlood ; 
 
i84 ^Ije paffion. 
 
 In this helmet He arrayed Him, 
 Met the ancient Fiend, and laid him, 
 Therein triumphed on the Wood. 
 
 Helmet unto him that fighteth. 
 Wreath of bays when vi^ory lighteth. 
 
 Mitre for the Priejlly brow ; 
 Firjl it was of thorns enwoven, 
 Then, on that Divine Head proven, 
 
 Touched Him, and is golden now. 
 
 Yea, the virtue of Christ's PaJJion 
 Twined it in a nobler fajhion. 
 
 Changed each prickly jpur to gold : 
 Pierced with many Jins and jbrrows, 
 Heir to endlefs death, man borrows 
 
 Eaje for thorns, and wealth untold. 
 
 Crown compaS of ills tormenting 
 To the Jinner unrepenting 
 
 Thorny is it, rough with pain ; 
 When the way of truth he learneth 
 Straight to virgin gold it turneth. 
 
 While the heart grows pure again. 
 
 Jesu, in Thy Love jland near us. 
 Help in our own fight, and cheer us, 
 
 Lavijh Thy viSorious Aid ; 
 So, we pray Thee, Jhape our Spirit 
 That the glory we inherit 
 
 Of the Crown that cannot fade. 
 
i85 
 
 ) quam ^tlix, quam ^raeclara^ 
 
 NLY Jlay of man's Salvation, 
 
 Tree of Life and Tree of Good ; 
 Altar of the One Oblation^ 
 
 Red with all its cleanjing Flood ; 
 Ages' firjl and lajl lujlration 
 
 Of the fpotlefs Pirjlling's Blood. 
 
 Bethel's Jlair, to Heaven afcending, 
 Drawing all the nations nigh, 
 
 Earth's four regions comprehending. 
 Ere they fet it deep and high, 
 
 Breadth and height to all extending, 
 High and broad againjl the Jky. 
 
 Not of earth, nor man's revealing, 
 Crofs, thy lengthened jhadows fell ; 
 
 Thine the Wood the waters healing 
 Cajl on Marah's bitter well ; 
 
 Thine the Staff, the jlreams unjealing 
 Pent within the rocky cell. 
 
 Thou the Life-mark from the dwelling 
 Where the Pafchal lintels bled. 
 
 All the deathful fword repelling. 
 As the Angel onward fled ; 
 
 Thine the only Life-drops, welling 
 'Twixt the living and the dead. 
 
i86 
 
 %^t ^aCGEon* 
 
 iFat|)er! forffitie tfiem* 
 
 HEN they fcourged, and mocked, 
 and bound Him, 
 And the Blood upon His Brow 
 Flowed from every thorn that 
 crowned Him, 
 Christ His Head did lowly bow ; 
 And this dying Prayer to Heaven, 
 
 Love from His CompaJJion drew 
 Let them, Father, be forgiven, 
 For they know not what they do. 
 
 When with wrath my Spirit burning, 
 
 I would wrong with wrong repay, 
 Lord, to Thy Example turning 
 
 My rejentment dies away : 
 Ere for pardon I implore Thee 
 
 Mujl my foe forgiven be ; 
 Or Jhall I in vain before Thee . 
 
 Breathe my prayer, and bend my knee. 
 
 ET us now the Crucified One \ 
 
 All with loving hearts adore ; 
 
 Of the Crojs from whence our Life comes, j 
 Chant we praijes evermore. 
 
^5e Cror0 of Cljtitt. 187 
 
 Tremble now the gates infernal, 
 Opened be the doors of Heaven : 
 
 Sign of wonder ! in this Token 
 ViSory to man is given. 
 
 By the Tree the Serpent fpoiled us, 
 
 Robbed us of eternal Day ; 
 By the Tree Christ hath redeemed us. 
 
 Taking Adam's fault away. 
 By the Law accursed, reckoned ; 
 
 Cursed for poor Jinners Jlain 
 He, the Spotlejs Lamb, for ever 
 
 Curje of Jin away hath ta'en. 
 
 Crofs ! of Power the glorious Fountain, 
 
 Hope of everlajling Life, 
 Sign of Ranjbm and Redemption 
 
 From all Jlavery and Jlrife, 
 When the Judge comes in His Glory, 
 
 Then the Crojs in Heaven will Jhine, 
 And the earth gaze on, in wonder. 
 
 At the jpeSacle Divine. 
 
 Thofe who bear it now with gladnejs 
 
 Boldly then the Crofs will fee : 
 But the mockers and the fcorners 
 
 Will with Jhame o'erwhelmed be. 
 That we, Christ, may win acquittal 
 
 In Thy lajl and dreadful Day, 
 Be we judged now already 
 
 Glorying in the Crofs alway. 
 
38 ^fte^aOiDm 
 
 To Thy Crofs, O Lord, transfix us, 
 
 By It kill all earthly pride ; 
 Be, by it to this world's glory, 
 
 Our afFeSions crucified : 
 Try us with the fiery trial, 
 
 Only draw us near to Thee : 
 Now affliS us that for ever 
 
 Our ProteSion Thou mayjl be. 
 
 Be the * old man' over-majlered, 
 
 Let the captive ones go free, 
 And Jin's body be dejlroyed 
 
 By the Power of that blejl Tree. 
 Grant, O Christ, Thy precious Life-blood 
 
 May not have been Jhed in vain ; 
 Grant that man at juch Cojl purchafed 
 
 Be not given to death again. 
 
 ^z lieCcentieO into l^elU 
 
 OY in Hades, joy unknown 
 
 Fills each longing Soul to-day ; 
 He is there, the Lord of Glory, 
 There to tell the wondrous Story, 
 How their Jins are wajhed away, 
 Satan vanquijhed, Death o'erthrown. 
 
 Prophets, Priejls, of olden days ; 
 Abel, with his Martyr-crown ; 
 He who in the Ark was Javed ; 
 
^1)0 laeDemptiom 189 
 
 Abra'm, Mojes, Royal David, 
 And a Hojl of like renown, 
 Greet Him with triumphant praije. 
 
 Freedom, Glory, without ceajing ; 
 Gladnejs evermore increajing ; 
 Light around them tenfold Jhining ; 
 Peace and Ecjlajy combining ; 
 Ah, what Joy and Love in Union ; 
 Ah, what marvellous Communion, 
 
 Wiping all pajl fears away, 
 
 Souls in Hades know to-day. 
 
 Surely on the blifsful morrow, 
 When we banijh Lenten jbrrow. 
 They will Join our Alleluia 
 He is rijen. Alleluia 
 Surely, with the Angel-legions 
 Dwelling in Jupernal regions, 
 Eajler laud and adoration 
 To the King of our Salvation 
 
 Anthems rijing everywhere 
 
 They exultantly will Jhare. 
 
 %ljt laeliemptfon* 
 
 ASTE ! lovely Bride, 
 
 Thou who art pure and fair, 
 Hajte to the Side 
 
 Pierced by the murd'rous jpear. 
 O Thou mojl fair, 
 
Put on thy garments bright, 
 For Him prepare 
 
 Who cometh like the light : 
 Lift up thy voice 
 
 Like lark upon the wing ; 
 Rejoice, rejoice, 
 
 O holy One, and Jing ; 
 For He Jhall come 
 
 The Lamb ]b Meek and True, 
 And call thee home 
 
 To Heaven's own clear blue. 
 Hajle ! hajle ! oh, hajle ! 
 
 Gird cloje thy garments white. 
 With Love be graced 
 
 To gladden His pure Sight. 
 He comes, thy King, 
 
 Thy Hujband and thy Lord ; 
 Arife, and Jing, 
 
 For thou Jhalt hear His Word. 
 Behold Him ride 
 
 Upon His Chariot high ; 
 He cometh, Bride, 
 
 To meet thee in the Jky. 
 His Chariot wheels 
 
 Flajh fire, and thunders roll, 
 Whiljl Heaven reels. 
 
 And earth from pole to pole : 
 On clouds of fire 
 
 He rides, to call thee where 
 Sweet Joys ne'er tire, 
 
Crucify! )Crucif3?! 191 ] 
 
 I 
 
 To Blijs beyond compare. | 
 
 Mother of Saints, | 
 
 Thy woes are o'er, and now I 
 
 No ]ad complaints | 
 
 From Thy meek heart Jhall flow : | 
 
 Sorrow hath gone, | 
 
 And tears are wiped away ; J 
 
 A glorious Crown, i 
 
 Sweet Queen, is thine this day. ] 
 
 Cntcif J ! ) Crucif? ! 
 
 RUCIFY ! O Crucify ! 
 Millions raifed the awful cry ; 
 Lord, before Thine Altar-Throne, 
 Hear Thy jinful People groan : 
 We have doomed our Lord to die. 
 We have jwelled the awful cry 
 Crucify 1 O Crucify ! 
 
 Yes, our jlns Thy Tortures were ; 
 Seemed our weaknejs Thy Dejpair : 
 When in that appalling hour 
 All but Junk Thy Heavenly Power, 
 All our weaknejs Thou didjl Jhare, 
 All our pangs Thy Breajl did tear. 
 Yea, our Jlns Thy Tortures were. 
 
 Crucify ! O Crucify ! 
 
 Soars the fearful Jhout on high ; 
 
192 %l\t^amm. 
 
 Every hour of felfijhnejs 
 Formed a part of Thy Dijlrejs. 
 BleJJed Saviour, hear us cry ; 
 All the jins through which we die 
 Crucify ! O Crucify ! 
 
 a^p (Boo, S^p (000, toljp !)aa ^f)Ou 
 forCafeen 9^t ? 
 
 HOUSANDS have felt Thy healing 
 
 Power, J 
 
 Thoujands from Thee their lives have 
 
 taken, J 
 
 And can it be that in Thine hour 
 
 Of utmojl need Thou art forjaken ? ] 
 
 Forfaken ! Oh, what Grief and Love 
 
 That Word exprejjes on Thy Tongue \ 
 Thou ! in Thy Godhead Bright above 
 
 And thus on earth by Sorrow wrung. \ 
 
 Infinite God and Finite Man, ; 
 
 So high Thy State, Thy State Jo low, \ 
 No human thought can found or fpan 
 
 The boundlejs deeps of fuch a Woe. ; 
 
 Yet, at that Cry of jbre D^rejs, \ 
 
 Our hearts to jbme dim knowledge waken, \ 
 And 'mid the gloom we faintly guejs 
 
 What God has felt when GoD-Forfaken. j 
 
193 
 
 3Iei3U, apanu0, ^elrejs, Caput 
 
 ESU ! Whofe Hands, Whofe Feet, 
 Whofe Head, 
 And facred Side for us have bled, 
 Grant that Thy Jlreaming Life-blood's 
 Cry 
 Mount to. Thy Father's Throne on high. 
 
 How vile our claims ! how dread Thy Pain ! 
 How great Thyfelf, Who thus could'Jl deign 
 A Lamb dejlroyed by wolves to be. 
 That wolves might change to lambs in Thee. 
 
 Depart, lukewarmnejs, hence ! Depart 
 Cold torpor of the weary heart ; 
 Thy boundlefs Love, O God the Son, 
 Draws us, impels us, jpeeds us on. 
 
 Blejl J ESU ! Who would now deny 
 For Thee to live, for Thee to die ? 
 Who by Thy Death us Jlaves hajl bought, 
 And, Rijing, into freedom brought. 
 
 In Thy torn Body let us find 
 A refuge for the Jin-Jick mind. 
 And from the Father's Anger rejl. 
 Redeemer ! in Thy gentle Breajl. 
 
 I 
 
194 
 
 Clie faffton. 
 
 1 
 
 HEN Christ let fallthat Sanguine 
 
 Jhower ^ 
 
 Amid the Garden dew, ^ 
 
 Oh, jay what amaranthine Flowerj 
 
 In that red rain upgrew ? \ 
 
 If yet below the bloQbm grow, | 
 
 Then earth is holy yet : j 
 
 But if it bloom forgotten, woe 
 
 To thoje who dare forget ! J 
 
 No Flower ]b healing and Jo jweet 
 
 Expands beneath the jliies ; 
 Unknown in Eden there unmeet 
 
 Its name ? Self-jacrifice 1 
 The very name we Jcarce can frame ; 
 
 And yet that Flower's dark root 
 The monjlers of the wild might tame ; 
 
 And Heaven is in its fruit. 
 
 Alas ! what murmur jpreads around ? 
 
 The news thereof hath been : 
 But now no more the man is found 
 
 Whofe eye that Flower has jeen 
 Then Nobles all ! leave court and hall, 
 
 And Jearch the wide world o'er : 
 For whojb finds this Sancgreall 
 
 Stands crowned for evermore. 
 
^95 
 
 Cru^ beneliicta nitet 3Dominu0 qua Carne 
 pepenliin 
 
 HE blejjed Crofs Jhines now to us where 
 once the Saviour bled, 
 Love made Him ViSim there for us, 
 and there His Blood was Jhed. 
 
 And with His Wounds our wounds He healed, 
 
 and wajhed our Jins away, 
 And rejcued from the raging wolf the lojl and 
 helplejs prey. 
 
 There, with transfixed Palms, He hung, and javed 
 
 the world from lojs ; 
 And clojed the bitter way of death by dying on 
 
 the Crofs. 
 
 Thofe Hands were pierced with cruel nails, fixed 
 
 till His dying Breath 
 The Hands that rejcued Paul from crime, and Peter 
 
 once from death. 
 
 O rich and fruitful Branches ! O fweet and noble 
 
 Tree ! 
 What new and precious Fruit hangs for the world 
 
 on Thee, 
 
 Whofe fragrance breathes the breath of Life into 
 the Jilent dead 
 
196 %fit ^aODEom \ 
 
 Gives Life to thofe from whom, long Jince, earth's 
 pleajant light had fled. 
 
 No Jummer heat has power to Jcorch who in Thy] 
 
 jhadow rejl ; 
 No moonlight chill can harm at night, no burning 
 noon mole/l. 
 
 Planted bejide the water-flood, unjhaken is thy root 5 
 Thy branch Jhall never fade, and in all jeajbns be 
 thy Fruit : 
 
 For round thine arms entwining is the true and 
 living Vine, . 
 
 And from that Blood-jlained Jlem diflils the ne^ 
 and Heavenly Wine. ! 
 
 HO is this, with Garments gory, i 
 Triumphing from Bozrah's way? 
 This, that weareth Robes of Glory, 
 Bright with more than ViSory's 
 ray ? . 
 
 Who is this unwearied Comer | 
 
 From the journey's Jultry length. 
 Travelling through Idume's jummer I 
 
 In the greatnejs of His Strength ? ] 
 
 .1 
 Wherefore red in Thine Apparel, i 
 
 Like the conquerors of earth ; 
 
g|gf It mtftins to pott. 197 
 
 And arrayed like thoje who carol 
 O'er the reeking vineyard's mirth ? 
 
 Who art Thou, the valleys jeeking, 
 Where our peaceful harvejls wave ? 
 
 I, in righteous Anger jpeaking, 
 I, the Mighty One to jave. 
 
 I, that of the raging heathen 
 
 Trod the Wine-prejs all alone, 
 Now in Vifior-garlands wreathen, 
 
 Coming to redeem Mine Own. 
 I am He, with fprinkled Raiment, 
 
 Glorious from My Vengeance-hour, 
 Ranjbming with pricelejs Payment, 
 
 And delivering with Power. 
 
 Hail I all Hail ! Thou Lord of Glory, 
 
 Thee, our Father, Thee we own; 
 Abram heard not of ourjlory, 
 
 IJrael ne'er our name hath known : 
 But, Redeemer, Thou hajl fought us. 
 
 Thou hajl heard Thy Children's wail. 
 Thou, with Thy dear Blood hajl bought us : 
 
 Hail ! Thou mighty ViSor, hail ! 
 
 3ls it nothing; to gou, all pe t^at paC0 bj ? 
 
 ESUS ! gentle SufF'rer ! fay 
 How Jhall we, this dreadful Day, 
 Near Thee draw, and to Thee pray : 
 
Wcj whofe pronenejs to forget 
 
 Thy dear Love, on Olivet 
 
 Bathed Thy Brow with Bloody Sweat- 
 
 We, whoje Jins with awful power 
 Like a cloud did o'er Thee lower, 
 In that GoD-excluding hour 
 
 We, who Jlill in thought and deed 
 
 Often hold the bitter reed 
 
 To Thee, in Thy time of need 
 
 Canjl Thou pardon us, and pray. 
 As for thoje who on this Day 
 Took Thy precious Life away ? 
 
 Yes ! Thy Blood is all my plea. 
 It was Jhed, and jhed for me, 
 Therefore to Thy Crofs I flee. 
 
 At Thy Feet, in dujl and Jhame, 
 I dare breathe Thy Holy Name, 
 And a great Salvation claim. 
 
 Save me, Saviour ! Jloop and take 
 
 Pity on my Soul, and make 
 
 This day bright, for Thy dear Sake. 
 
199 
 
 %e ftefcenlieti into H^tll 
 
 NTO the world which awe and gloom 
 enfold 
 He hath gone forth. Who wait His 
 Coming there ? 
 Myriads on myriads. Now, with pajjionate 
 prayer, 
 Prisoners of Hope, turn all to your Stronghold, 
 The Source of your Salvation ! He Jhall preach 
 Blejl tidings, then as Breaker Jhall break forth. 
 And in vajl ViSory jeal His matchlejs Worth : 
 O Myjlery ! which we touch, not wholly reach, 
 Tranjcending words. Lo ! Death and Hell are lit 
 By Bethlehem' s Star, and tremble in jlrange glow 
 Owning His Prejence; He their keys doth bear 
 In His firm Grajp, for uje, and not for Jhow ; 
 And where He went, go we, if God think fit, 
 Nor tremble. All the worlds are knit by Prayer. 
 
 )ali3e! ^ropaeum ffloriae. 
 
 ROSS ! whereon my Saviour bled. 
 Dying to redeem our lojs. 
 Now with living trophies Jpread, 
 Welcome, welcome, happy Crojs ! 
 
200 cije i^aCKon* 
 
 Sickening once with hope delayed, 
 Paling all our hearts with gloom, 
 
 Then a Tree of Life displayed, 
 Budding with eternal bloom. 
 
 Crojs ! thy loving arms' embrace 
 Clafps my Saviour to my Soul, 
 
 Heaven, to bring us Face to face. 
 Rending wide from pole to pole. 
 
 Where to buy me Jesus died, 
 How Jhall I, poor jerf, recline, 
 
 To thy gaging Jlandard tied 
 
 Meafure all His Love with mine ?- 
 
 Thus, his Crojs beholding nigh. 
 With its horns athwart the Jky, 
 
 Andrew jpake then doffed his vejl 
 Ere they lift him to his rejl. 
 
 2Darfelp frotonsf titz (B\}znlns ^fep* 
 
 ARKLY frowns the evening Jky, 
 Fails for woe the mourner's eye ; 
 Silent in the Jilent Cave, 
 Where the dead no being have, 
 
 Armed foldiers by the jide. 
 
 They have left the Crucified. 
 
 God ! my God ! and dojl Thou Jhow 
 Wonders midjl the Dead below ? 
 
2Darfelp frotonsf t^z Ctiming: S)fep* 201 
 
 They who Jlumber 'neath the earth, 
 Shall they wake to jecond birth ? 
 Who Jhall thoje dread Gates unfold, 
 Barred through all the days of old ? 
 
 Lo ! the Doors are opening, 
 And the Dead behold their King. 
 See ! the awful Fathers know 
 Him, Who lays Death's terrors low. 
 Hark ! He bids the Ancients rije, 
 Sharers in His Sacrifice. 
 
 When we Jink into the dujl, 
 May we fix on Thee our trujl ; 
 May Thy mighty Works be known 
 Where we helplejs lie alone, 
 Unforgotten in Thy Sight, 
 Where in darknefs Thou art Light. 
 
 Lord, the Day approaches near. 
 Shield us in that hour of fear ; 
 Saviour of the fons of men. 
 May we die to live again : 
 Dying, may our faith recall 
 Thy dear Death and Burial. 
 
202 %i)z PafCom 
 
 atie! Criici0 tiulce ?Lig:num* 
 
 AIL ! Crojs mojl fweet and holy, 
 Hail ! thou triumphal Sign, 
 Alone accounted worthy 
 
 To be Christ's Throne Divine : 
 Upon thee high exalted, 
 
 Predejlined Death He Jlew, 
 Our Ijaac immolated. 
 
 That man might live anew. 
 
 Hail ! Stair of Jinners, Pathway 
 
 Which led Heaven's King on high, 
 That to the choir of Angels 
 
 Man aljb might draw nigh : 
 Here did the Son of David, 
 
 Life's Author, Life rejlore, 
 And bear this jhame, that mortals 
 
 Might liv^e for evermore. 
 
 Hail ! Seal of the new Covenant, 
 
 And Banner of the King, 
 Where for the Jheep the Shepherd 
 
 Himjelf made offering : 
 And He Jhall be our Leader 
 
 Unto the Realms of day, 
 Whofe precious Blood hath hallowed 
 
 His blejjed Crojs for aye. 
 
203 
 
 a %^ivft. 
 
 THIRST! O meek Redeemer, Thou 
 didjl cry ; 
 No wine to jlay Thee can our hands 
 afford. 
 
 I thirjl ! Ah ! me, the Cup is raijed on high, 
 Gall mixed with vinegar, my Dying Lord. 
 Drink, drink. Dear Saviour, drain the bitter 
 Draught ; 
 For me, for man's Salvation, it is quaffed. 
 
 ^aili t!)at l^eali toit!) fe)orroto0 botoinff* 
 
 AIL ! that Head with Sorrows bowing. 
 Crowned with thorns, with Anguijh 
 
 flowing ; 
 And that Body pierced and Jhaken, 
 Mocked of man, of God forjaken, 
 
 Marred beyond the Jons of men ; 
 
 By Thy Death of Life the giver. 
 When we Juffer, O deliver 
 In our jbrrow and our weaknefs, 
 Thou Who didjl prevail by Meeknefs, 
 Think upon Thy Woes again. 
 
 When the hour of death is near us. 
 Be Thou prejent. Lord, to cheer us : 
 
204 ^{)e ^aCCom 
 
 In that time of fear and Jadnejs 
 Tarry not, our Help and Gladnejs, 
 Saviour of the Jons of men. 
 
 When our latejl breath is failing, 
 Be Thy Spirit All-prevailing : 
 When the Tempter's wiles Jhall prove us, 
 Show Thy jacred Sign above us. 
 
 Hold us, Jave us, free us then. 
 
 ) Cljn'ft, (D featiiDur Dear. 
 
 CHRIST, O Saviour Dear, 
 How jad, how deep, appear 
 Thy bitter Woes. 
 
 Thine Head with Crown of thorn. 
 
 Thy Back with jcourges torn, I 
 
 With murd'rous blows, ^ 
 
 Till Thy Blood Jlreams around, | 
 
 And covers o'er the ground, | 
 
 With purple Tide. ] 
 
 \ 
 
 Thee blows and jpit defiled, t 
 
 Yet Heavenly Jesus Mild, ] 
 
 Thou did|l abide. i 
 
 Betrayed, and left by all, | 
 
 By Peter's three-fold fall, | 
 
 Pained to Thy Heart. j 
 
llorU "itiii^ toljen toe ftanlr afar. 205 
 
 O Lord, how deep, how vajl, 
 The woes upon Thee cajl, 
 How keen their jmart. 
 
 How are Thy holy Feet, 
 
 Led rudely through the Jlreet 
 Thofe Feet of Peace. 
 
 Though Pilate Thee confejl 
 Guiltlefs, OJesu Blejl, 
 Their taunts ne'er ceaje. 
 
 llorD 3|efu, to^en toe ftam afar* 
 
 ORD Jesu, when we Jland afar 
 And gaze upon Thy holy Crojs, 
 In love of Thee and jcorn of Jelf, 
 Oh, may we count the world as lojs. 
 
 When we behold Thy bleeding Wounds,* 
 And the rough Way that Thou hajl trod, 
 
 Make us to hate the load of Jin 
 That lay fo heavy on our God. 
 
 O Holy Lord, uplifted high 
 
 With outjtretched Arms, in mortal woe, 
 Embracing in Thy wondrous Love 
 
 The Jinful world that lies below, 
 
 Give us an ever-living faith 
 
 To gaze beyond the things we fee ; 
 
 And in the Myjlery of Thy Death 
 Draw us and all men unto Thee. 
 
206 
 
 Cfie paOian. 
 
 MJelinefDap before (Eafter. 
 
 VENTFUL night is this, on which 
 The lamps of Heaven are dim, 
 And gentle Kedron fears to rill 
 Its wonted evening Hymn, 
 Nor woo the winds the jleeping flower, 
 Lejl they Jhould break thejlillnefs of the hour. 
 
 But, oh, what Cry is that, which now 
 
 Floats on the midnight air. 
 As moan of One that ere He dies 
 
 Would foothe His Soul in prayer ; 
 Such wails of bitter Agony 
 Are thoje that come from out Gethjemane. 
 
 Within that Garden kneeleth One 
 
 Bereft of human aid. 
 By one deemed true in times gone by 
 
 Ere long to be betrayed : 
 Yes, Jesus kneeleth down to pray, 
 Haply His bitter Cup may pajs away. 
 
 Dire pangs are His ! Blood-drops of Sweat 
 Stream down His jacred Brow : 
 
 He prays O Father to Thy Will 
 SubmiJJive I would bow ; 
 
 Let this Cup pajs ; oh, hear Thy Son ; 
 And yet, not Will of Mine, but Thine be done. 
 
3!f 3 !)atie onlp ^im. 207 | 
 
 1 
 
 The Cup it pajsed not for the hour i 
 
 Of death was nigh at hand ; | 
 
 And yon armed jbldiery, | 
 
 A rude and ruthlejs band, | 
 
 Led from that place, and crucified ; | 
 
 Jesus the Guiltlejs for the guilty died. t 
 
 Then oft, my Soul, as thou Jhalt feel J 
 
 The wily Tempter's power, i 
 
 Steal from the world a time, and Jhare I 
 
 The Sorrows of that hour ; J 
 
 Bethink thee of Gethjemane ; | 
 
 Remember there thy Saviour died for thee, i 
 
 3f15at3eDnl?%'m. 
 
 ]F I have only Him, 
 If He alone is mine, 
 If e'en beyond the grave His Faith 
 My heart jhall not rejign ; 
 Of jbrrow nought I prove, 
 Nought feel but glad devotion, joy, and love. 
 
 If only He be mine. 
 
 All elfe I gladly leave ; 
 On pilgrim-JlafFJlill follow true. 
 
 And to my Majler cleave ; 
 Let others fondly Jlray 
 Along the broad, frequented flowery way. 
 
2o8 ^Se ij^afRon. I 
 
 If I have none but Him, ^ 
 
 Joyful to Jleep I go ; i 
 
 Ever a fweet rejloring Jlream 1 
 
 His Blood for me doth flow, 
 
 Whoje mild compelling Might ] 
 
 All things mujl Jbften, and in Peace unite. | 
 
 If I have none but Him, ] 
 
 The univerje is mine ; i 
 
 Blejl as a Child of Heaven that holds | 
 The Virgin's veil Divine, 
 
 Wrapt in Jacred thought. 
 
 No more by earthly cares am I dijlraught. j 
 
 Where only He is mine, i 
 
 My father-land I jee, i 
 
 And every boon is on me poured. 
 
 As birth-right full and free. i 
 
 Long fought-for brothers then | 
 
 In His Dijciples I behold again. i 
 
 M^tn <I5oti came aotort from ^eatien. \ 
 
 HEN God came down from Heavei 
 the Living God 
 What Signs and Wonders marke( 
 His lately Way ? j 
 
 Brake out the winds in mujic where He trode ? I 
 Shone o'er the Heavens a brighter, fofter dayi 
 
^BlooO 10 t!)e ^rice of !^ea6em 209 
 
 The dumb began to jpeak, the blind to fee, 
 
 And the lame leaped, and pain and palenefs fled ; 
 
 The mourner's junken eye grew bright with glee, 
 And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead ! 
 
 When God went back to Heaven the Living 
 God 
 
 Rode He the Heavens upon a fiery car ? 
 Waved Seraph-wings along His glorious road ? 
 
 Stood jlill to wonder each bright wandering Jlar ? 
 Upon the Crojs He hung, and bowed the Head, 
 
 And prayed for them that fmote, and them that 
 curjl; 
 And drop by drop, His jlow Life-blood was Jhed, 
 
 And His lajl hour of Suffering was His worjl ! 
 
 ?BlDDti 10 tl)e ^nce of l^eatiett^ 
 
 LOOD is the Price of Heaven ; 
 All jin that Price exceeds ; 
 Oh, come to be forgiven 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 Under the olive boughs. 
 
 Falling like ruby beads. 
 The Blood drops from His Brows 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 While the fierce jcourges fall, 
 The precious Blood Jlill pleads ; 
 
 In front of Pilate's hall 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 p 
 
210 5^ ^aCKom 
 
 Beneath the thorny Crown 
 
 The crimjbn Fountain jpeeds ; 
 
 See how It trickles down 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 Bearing the fatal Wood 
 
 His band of Saints He leads, 
 
 Marking the way with Blood ; 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 On Calvary His Shame 
 
 With Blood Jlill intercedes ; 
 
 His open Wounds proclaim 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 He hangs upon the Tree, 
 
 Hangs there for my mifdeeds ; 
 
 He Jheds His Blood for me ; 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 Ah, me ! His Soul is fled ; 
 
 Yet Jlill for my great needs 
 He bleeds when He is dead ; 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 His Blood is flowing Jlill ; 
 
 My thirjly Soul it feeds ; 
 He lets me drink my fill ; 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
 G fweet, O precious Blood ! 
 
 What Love, what Love it breeds ! 
 Ranjbm, Reward, and Food 
 
 He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 
 
211 
 
 %ltt 3D0rcent from t^e vot&. 
 
 IX weary hours extended 
 
 Upon the Crojs of pain, 
 When will the day be ended, 
 Night's jhadows come again ? 
 Would morn were eve's declining, 
 
 Would God that eve were morn. 
 His eve of life's rejigning. 
 His ReJurreSion dawn. 
 
 Thrice now the congregation 
 
 Has climbed the jleep to pra^^er. 
 It is the Preparation, 
 
 And yet He withers there : 
 They jay the Crojs dijjembles 
 
 The Spirit's parting jtrife ; 
 And day by day jlill trembles 
 
 The hideous wreck of life. 
 
 Hajle, Jofeph It is iinijhed 
 
 The jun jinks on the wave ; 
 The time mujl needs be minijhed. 
 
 The three days of the grave : 
 An eve without a morning, 
 
 Of blackejl midnight born ; 
 The Sabbath pajl, His dawning 
 
 Is everlajling Morn. 
 
 Blejl Sepulchre ! where never 
 Man's mortal form was laid ; 
 
212 
 
 The only Tomb for ever 
 With Angel-Hght arrayed ; 
 
 Life's only, lajl, defender 
 When graves Jhall be no more, 
 
 No earth hajl thou to render, 
 No treafure to rejlore. 
 
 git 10 finfl^eD ! 
 
 T is finijhed ! Nature darkened. 
 
 And the Sun was in eclipje, i 
 
 As to theje lajl Words they hearkened i 
 From the Dying Saviour's Lips : 
 Death beheld his bondage broken, i 
 
 Satan his o'er fallen man, 
 When the Son of God had jpoken. 
 And His reign of Peace began. 
 
 It is finijhed ! No exemption, ' 
 
 Fellow Jinners, yours and mine ; 
 
 Is the M3^ery of Redemption 1 
 
 Promijed by thofe Lips Divine : | 
 
 They who feek it Jhall not loje it 
 
 If in faith Jincerely fought ; \ 
 
 Woe to them who dare refuje it. 
 
 Such a Prize Jo dearly bought. 
 
213 
 
 %ftt Comb of lofepl). 
 
 in the Grave, where we our dearejl lay, 
 Thou too wajl laid, O Lord our Life ! 
 The Jlone [and day 
 
 Was rolled to bar the portal ; night 
 The world's proud liegemen watched, and Thou 
 wert gone. 
 
 Thy loving Friends dijcerned not ; Myjlery 
 From firjl to lajl was all their eyes beheld 
 The King of Ijrael doomed a Curje to be 
 Dejpair to all their hopes its death-note knelled, 
 Yet Jlill a jecret Jlream of comfort welled ; 
 They loved and God was Jujl. Againjl all 
 hope, [pelled 
 
 They felt, Jbme ray mujl gleam ; by love im- 
 They lingered, as the deep-hewn tomb might ope ; 
 Love foars, nor can for aye 'mid dujl and a/hes grope . 
 
 Faith is not Jight ; when all Jeems lojl, for aye 
 A trembling expeSation Jlirs the heart 
 Hath He then left us, wandering far away, 
 Our King, our Life, our All ? Then, hope 
 
 depart ! 
 And yet our pajjionate inJlinS feels ' Thou art.' 
 What love thus clafps cannot be nothingnejs. 
 A tremulous Jlar Jeems through the gloom to dart, 
 Then vanijh ; jinks the midnight of dijlrefs ; 
 And yet a morn will rije, will rije to cheer and blejs. 
 
214 ^Ije paffion. 
 
 Ittiirtt! 
 
 OWN through the hujhed and thicken- 
 ing air, 
 And gathering gloom of earth's eclipje, 
 That weary Word, that half-breathed 
 Prayer, 
 
 Hath fallen at lajl from Jesus' Lips. 
 For three long hours upreared to die 
 
 For three long hours each jinew Jlraining 
 He hath not breathed as yet one Sigh 
 
 Could tell of Nature's Self-complaining. 
 I thirjl ! The Word is full of pain, 
 
 Of fever rack, of human anguijh, 
 Of gaping Wounds that Life-blood drain, 
 
 And leave the Heart to faint and languijh : 
 And yet not this not this alone 
 
 Hath caufed that piteous fad outburjl ; 
 Not human pain hath made that Moan, 
 
 Not human want that myjlic Thirjl. 
 Thirjl, to fee Jujlice fatisfied, 
 
 Thirjl, to fave fmners tempejl-tojl, 
 Thirjl, to pour out Love's boundlefs tide 
 
 On Souls that all unloved were lojl 
 This was Thy Thirjl, and this Thy Pain, 
 
 This the deep Grief Thy Bofom nurjl ; 
 Say, Jesu, fay that Word again. 
 
 Still for Thy creatures, Jesus, thirjl ! 
 
SL Hitanp of tfie ^atCon* 215 
 
 Thirjl, that at lajl our hearts may give 
 
 Torrents of Love that Thirjl to Jlake ; 
 Thirjl, that we too may thirjling live, 
 
 Thirjling to die for Thy Jweet Sake, 
 Thirjling to fee Thee Face to face, 
 
 Thirjling thefe earthly bonds to Jever, 
 Thirjling for that lajl, long Embrace 
 
 In which Juch Thirjl is quenched for ever. 
 
 SL %itm^ of tl)e ^aOiom 
 
 OLY Father ! from Thy Throne 
 Hear a lowly fuppliant moan : 
 Yea, though wrath be all my meed, 
 Break not Thou the bruijed reed : 
 Let the bitter Agony 
 Of my Jesu plead for me. 
 
 Hear ! by Him, Who bowing low 
 'Neath our Jins' o'erwhelming woe, 
 His Soul's Blood in Anguijh poured : 
 Lo ! thoje Drops on High are Jlored : 
 Let the bitter Agony 
 Of my Jesu groan for me. 
 
 In that Flood my Soul embathe, 
 In that Love my Spirit fwathe ; 
 Bid that Jhower of bleeding Tears 
 Thrill my heart through livelong years : 
 
 Let the bitter Agony 
 
 Of my Jesu weep for me. 
 
 
 
2i6 %fit paOlam 
 
 Give me, from that Fount of Might, 
 Grace to brave the Powers of night ; 
 With a child's repojing Faith, 
 Thine to be in Life or death : 
 Let the bitter Agony 
 Of my Jesu Jlrive for me. 
 
 Holy Father, Strong and Jujl, 
 Hear Thy Suppliant from the dujl ; 
 May that overflowing Love 
 Thee to gentle Pity move : 
 Let the bitter Agony 
 Of my Jesu jue for me. 
 
 WLtxill^ ieieg;i0 proOeunt 
 
 HE Royal Banner floats on high, 
 The Crojs is gleaming in the Jky, 
 The Word, by Whom all flejh was 
 made, 
 Himjelf made Flejh is there dijplayed. 
 
 Ah ! look with eyes of pity here ; 
 See, how they pierce Him with a fpear ; 
 To cleanje our Jins flows out a tide 
 Of Blood and Water from His Side. 
 
 Now is fulfilled what was of old 
 By David's truthful Verfe foretold : 
 From His high Crofs, as from a Throne, 
 On JubjeS realms God's Son looks down. 
 
CSrfft m !^alie0> 217 
 
 Thrice blejl art thou, O Tree eleS, 
 With royal Purple richly deckt, 
 On whom Juch honour was bejlowed 
 To bear fo wonderful a Load. 
 
 Upon thoje arms once hung jublime 
 The Praije of every age and clime ; 
 As in a balance thou didjl weigh 
 Him Whom from Hell redeemed the prey. 
 
 Thy tajle is neSar, and thy Jcent 
 Than precious Oils more excellent ; 
 Proud of the Fruit which thou dojl bear 
 Thou dojl a look of triumph wear. 
 
 Hail ! facred Altar ; ViSim, hail ! 
 We celebrate the wondrous tale 
 How Life by Death was overcome, 
 And Life for all men Jprang therefrom. 
 
 Hail ! blejjed Crojs to which we flee 
 For refuge in our Agony ; 
 In pious Souls, add Grace to Grace, 
 In guilty, all their guilt efface. 
 
 Clirtft in !^aJje0^ 
 
 ARK is the tomb, and dreary is the 
 dwelling. 
 Where all thy Jins, O earth, expec- 
 tant lie ; 
 
 But lo ! I come, the funeral Jhades difpelling. 
 And Death himjelf jhall die. 
 
2i8 C!)e ^affioiu | 
 
 Souls of the Jujl ! I bring you Joy and Gladnejs : 
 No more in lingering doubt your Spirits roam ; 
 Bright regions Jkirt the Jhadowy realm of Jadnejs ; 
 The grave is not your home. 
 
 Awake and Jing, ye that in dujl are Jleeping ; I 
 See Life and Light immortal round you Jhed : 
 Bright from the eajl the firjl grey hues are creeping 
 Earth Jhall cajl out the dead. 
 
 Calm is this Rejl from pain, and jweet the feeling 
 
 That all the Fight is fought, the Battle won ; 
 
 But lo ! I go. My conquering Might revealing i 
 
 With the next rijing jun. | 
 
 ] 
 Now, like the Seer in his dark prijbn pining, j 
 
 Singing I lie, earth's bars around me thrown, ! 
 
 Till the Jlrong Angel, as the lightning Jhining, \ 
 
 Shall roll away the Jlone, 
 
 Singing Thou wilt not leave in Hell My Spirit 1 
 
 Thy Holy One Jhall no corruption Jee : 
 Thy glorious Joy predejlined to inherit, \ 
 
 Supreme o'er all, but Thee. \ 
 
 Free among all the dead, I wait the morrow, 
 
 My perfeS Rejl, my grand Sabbatic morn, | 
 When man with Me Jhall rife, no more toforrow, 
 But Life eternal, born. 
 
 Farewell ye Jhades ; and thou, fepulchral Dwelling ; 
 
 I hear the found ; I fee the radiant wings : 
 The world is faved, and in glad chorus fwelling : 
 The new Creation fmgs. 
 
219 
 
 vnXy atie! ieneliieta. 
 
 LESSED Crofs, all hail to thee ! 
 Thou o'er Death hajl viSory ; 
 Nailed to thee my SAVIOUR-King 
 For my Jins died jufFering. 
 
 Thou of trees art chofen Queen, 
 Thou Salvation's medicine, 
 Thou dojl raije the Jinking Soul 
 And the wounded makejl whole. 
 
 Wood mojl hallowed and Divine, 
 Thou, to us of Life the Sign, 
 Jesus for thy Fruit didjl bear ; 
 Human hearts find nurture there. 
 
 While from this kind Crofs to all, 
 Friends and foemen, Thou dojl call, 
 Jesus, Son of God mojl High, 
 Oh, keep me in memory. 
 
 Ho ! on tlje inglorious %vtt^ 
 
 O ! on the inglorious Tree 
 
 Our God, the God of Glory hangs; 
 All Jleeped in Blood is He, 
 And pierced with pangs : 
 
220 %ftz ^mon. 
 
 A felon's death He dies, 
 
 Uplift betwixt that Robber-twain ; 
 Sweet Lamb for Sacrifice, 
 
 By jinners Jlain, 
 
 Pale, pale grows that dear Brow, 
 
 In death that drooping Head declines ; 
 His parched Lip moves, and now 
 
 His Soul rejigns 
 His placid Soul. Oh ! gaze 
 
 On that wan Face, that Crown of Thorn, 
 Thofe Eyes which death-films glaze j 
 
 There look and mourn 
 
 Mourn, and with tears of blood 
 
 Weep till thine eyes in death grow dim 
 For Him unto the Wood 
 
 Thou naiPjl yea Him, 
 To Whom, the Mighty God, 
 
 Wajhing in Blood our Jins away. 
 Our everlajling laud 
 
 We meekly pay. 
 
 ?Lo ! 31 come to Ho ^5? mill 
 
 O ! I come to do Thy Will ! 
 
 When the Father's Only Son 
 Came this Promije to fulfil. 
 
 Then Salvation's work was done.j 
 
!^uc all luffum Caltatiae. 221 
 
 Offered once upon the Tree, 
 
 He for all men doth avail : 
 Adam's lajl pojlerity, 
 
 Pleading this, Jhall never fail. 
 
 Jujl, He for the unjujl died, 
 
 So to bring their Souls to God ; 
 
 Sheltered in His wounded Side, 
 Wajhed in His atoning Blood. 
 
 What to His are all my pains, 
 But the fmallejl balance-dujl ? 
 
 Mine, whofe Soul is full of Jlains ; 
 His, the Holy One and JuJl. 
 
 But His Sufferings are o'er ; 
 
 He hath entered into Peace : 
 Pafling was the Crofs He bore, 
 
 While its Virtues never ceafe. 
 
 !^uc all jugum Caltiariae* 
 
 O Calvary afcending 
 With Jesus let us go, 
 Beneath the Jhadow bending 
 Of all His mighty Woe : 
 The Chief of our Salvation 
 
 Should we not follow nigh, 
 With all His Tribulation, 
 In all His Death to die ? 
 
222 qiijt paOlom 
 
 The rereward's faint wayfarer 
 
 Mujl Jlagger with his load, 
 Where jlill the Standard bearer 
 
 Leads up the mountain road : 
 Wrung out from life's affliSion, 
 
 Death has no bitter cup 
 So Jharp, but Crucifixion 
 
 Has brimmed its Jbrrows up. 
 
 Does life's lajl fever burning 
 
 Thy couch with anguijh tofs ? 
 His racked Limbs had no turning, 
 
 His Deathbed was the Crojs : 
 Each Vein of Life-drops Jlreaming, 
 
 From Sole to Crown Divine, 
 Has, Death, for thy Redeeming 
 
 A deeper pang than thine. 
 
 Art poor ? in all thy toiling 
 
 See how the Majler Jped, 
 His Robe, His Vejlure's Jpoiling, 
 
 His naked, homelejs Head : 
 The fox his hole, the Jparrow 
 
 Has where to lay her nejl, 
 Thofe Rood beams, hard and narrow, 
 
 Are all thy Saviour's rejl. 
 
 Have evil-tongued opprejjbrs 
 
 Thy reputation torn ? 
 Hark, numbered with tranjgrejjbrs 
 
 He bears the robbers' Jcorn : 
 
(Btttittmam. 223 
 
 The J^iarpened nails ajjailing 
 
 Lejs need the opiate bowl 
 Than thoje fell tongues, impaling 
 
 Their iron in His Soul. 
 
 Dojl fear the pains of dying, 
 
 When Death has poijed his dart ? 
 See, all thoje arrows flying 
 
 Are gathered in His Heart : 
 A moijl wind, gently Jighing, 
 
 Is now that furnace blajl ; 
 Death, in His bitter Crying, 
 
 Thy bitternefs is pajl. 
 
 (Btt^Umam. 
 
 IGHT cajl unwonted gloom around ; 
 His Friends had given their grief to 
 jleep : 
 He, projlrate on the chilling ground, 
 His lonely watch of Woe mujl keep. 
 
 The lajl, the farewell Pajchal Fe^, 
 
 With thofe fad Friends at evening ta'en ; 
 
 He waits the traitor's murderous hajte 
 To prove Him, now, the Lamb jb jlain. 
 
 As thrice He kneels to groan His Woe, 
 
 See Sweat, like thick large Blood-drops, run : 
 
224 ^5e patOon* 
 
 My Father, if this Cup might go ! 
 
 And yet, Thy Will, not Mine, be done ! 
 
 Death, hovering in his ghajlliejl form, 
 Forjaking friends, Hell's banded power. 
 
 His Father's Frown, (Soul-piercing Jlorm !) 
 And earth's whole guilt, were in that hour. 
 
 Gethjemane ! we hail thee well. 
 Fair Eden's contrajl, Jad, yet dear : 
 
 There Man a moment jmiled, then fell ; 
 
 Man groaned for Man, and triumphed, here. 
 
 But, O All-lovely Lamb of God, 
 
 Hajl Thou Thy Heaven rejigned for me ? 
 
 For me, th' abyfs of horrors trod ? 
 Where Jhall I find return for Thee ? 
 
 Oh, reign, enthroned o'er all my heart. 
 The happy prijbner of Thy Love ; 
 
 And fit me here to bear my part 
 In Thine unending Praije above. 
 
 Cfiritt ta t!)e SDauglitetgf of JeruCalem* ; 
 
 EEP not for Me, oh! weep not Salem'i 
 Daughters, 
 Faint though ye fee Me, Jlay the 
 burjling tear ; i 
 
 Turn the fad tide the tide of bitter waters j 
 Back on yourjelves for Dejblation near. j 
 
Cfirift to t^e 2Daufl:tec0 of lemfalem. 225 
 
 Lift not for Me the heart-wrung lamentation. 
 Pierced though ye jee Me, nailed and crucified ; 
 
 Hujh the wild wail, till floods of devajlation 
 Pour on yon heights the wajle of ruin wide. 
 
 Tear not for Me your locks in keenejl anguijh, 
 Though ye behold Me bow the Head and die ; 
 
 Weep for your children jbon to pine and languijh, 
 Rolling in death the junk and famijhed eye. 
 
 Smite not for Me your breajls with frantic beating, 
 When the mixed Draught is raijed in cruel hate ; 
 
 Weep for your City, whofe red cup is heating 
 To wajle in flames its houjes dejblate. 
 
 Gaze not on Me with looks of Jilent mourning, 
 While the fierce jbldiers part My Vejlure round ; 
 
 Soon jhall their hands, thy Holy Temple Jcorning, 
 Lay its proud glories level with the ground. 
 
 Shed not for Me the burning tear of jadnejs, 
 PreJJed though I droop mid tumult's noify din; 
 
 Soon will the jpoiler, fired with wrath and madnejs, 
 Surround thy walls, and Jhut thy jbns within. 
 
 Weep not for Me, with fond remembrance 
 
 pondering. 
 Dreams of Redemption for Judah's fevered 
 
 race ; 
 Weep for her children, fcattered, peeled, and 
 
 wandering, 
 The Gentile's taunt without a rejling-place. 
 
226 Cge^afliom 
 
 Weep not for Me, then, weep not Salem's Daughters, 
 Faint though ye jee Me, Jlay the burjling tear ; 
 
 Turn the fad tide the tide of bitter waters 
 Back on yourjelves for Dejblation near. 
 
 aaielineCtia!? before (Eatten 
 
 HIS Day, remote from earth's rude noije, ; 
 
 The Saviour dwelt in Jlill retreat, I 
 
 And knew perchance earth's latejl joys, | 
 
 Communion with His Father Sweet. \ 
 
 I 
 
 Yet weighed upon that Righteous Soul I 
 
 The burden of th' approaching Woe ; \ 
 
 He heard the nearer thunders roll j 
 
 And trembled at the awful blow. ] 
 
 Father ! O fave me from this hour : 
 
 Yet for this hour to earth I came. 
 Thus Love mujl vanquijh Terror's power \ 
 
 And jpotlejs Virtue Jloop to Jhame. i 
 
 'Twas not the Jlripes, the Crown of thorn, 
 
 The bitter Crofs, that might appal ; i 
 
 The weight of Jin for mortals born, \ 
 
 That hid the Father's Face, was All. ; 
 
 j 
 
 O Lord of Grief^ this livelong day 1 
 
 Let us, too, feek to dwell apart, j 
 
 And wherefoe'er our footjleps Jlray, j 
 Adore Thee in our inmqfl heart. 
 
227 
 
 E, for eaje of heart who long, 
 Seek it not earth's gifts among, 
 Nor in pleajure's garijh round. 
 But where only it is found 
 In the Crojs. 
 
 Be your trials what they may, 
 Though as dark as night your way. 
 Though each hour the thorns increaje, 
 Doubt not ever floweth Peace 
 
 From the Crojs. 
 
 Cajl ajide all gloomy fear ; 
 Wipe away dejponding tear ; 
 For the Holy Jesus bare 
 All our jbrroWj all our care 
 
 On the Crojs. 
 
 ^IjDUffljts on t^e 2DeatI) of our BleffeO 
 )atiiour- 
 
 YSTERIOUSDarknefs! welcome now 
 thy gloom ; 
 Veil the foul treajbn from my aching 
 fight : 
 
 The hate-fwollenbreajls that urged their Saviour's 
 Doom 
 
228 W\)^ ^atXxon^ i 
 
 Are darker, deadlier than thy thickejl night ; 
 
 And though thy horrors chill me with affright, ; 
 
 Yet art thou welcome ! Cloud the jbrrowing Sun ; | 
 
 Hajle with thy blackejl veil to Jhut out light ; j 
 Tell not the world that Juch a day has run ; 
 
 Do all to hide the deed earth's jhamelejs jbns have j 
 
 done. I 
 
 Has then this fury urged you to the woijl, ] 
 
 O JenJ*eleJs, hardened, impious Deicides ? \ 
 
 And can you feel your guilty heads accurjed, ! 
 
 Know that the Demon fcorn which now derides, j 
 And the proud injult that in power confides \ 
 
 Will call down Jhortly Heaven's avenging Jlroke ; \ 
 Can you fbrejee the Vengeance that betides, 
 
 And dare His fearful Jujlice to provoke 
 
 To Jlrikeyou, as the lightning jcathes the forejl oak ? j 
 
 But no what Jaid that Voice, that dying Sound ? : 
 
 Thofe Accents called no Vengeance from above ; I 
 
 There were fweet Peace, and meek Forgivenefs J 
 
 found, j 
 
 1 
 And thoje were Words that fpoke the tenderejl ; 
 
 Love. ! 
 
 To future worlds amazed, thoJe Words Jhall prove j 
 
 His boundlefs Charity, Who e'en in Death, ! 
 
 While yet His Heart could feel, His Lip could { 
 
 move, i 
 
 And His dim Eye look down on aught beneath, ' 
 
 Implored His foes' Forgivenefs with His latejl ] 
 
 Breath. I 
 
229 
 
 lefu, meae 3DeUcfae* 
 
 JESU, in Thy Torture, 
 Nailed to the bitter Tree, 
 
 My Soul's true Guide and Nurture, 
 I yearn to be with Thee. 
 
 How can I tajle of pleafure, 
 Whiljl Thou dojl hang in pain, 
 
 Jesu, mine only Treafure, 
 Mine everlajling Gain ? 
 
 O Jesu, may Thy Sadnefs, 
 
 Thine Agony and Tears, 
 Win for my Spirit gladnejs 
 
 Throughout the endlejs years. 
 
 With Thine own Body feed me. 
 
 Life to my Soul accord, 
 Then to Thy pierced Heart lead me. 
 
 And hide me there, O Lord. 
 
 And in my dying hour. 
 
 By thoje Jharp Wounds I pray. 
 Lord, may Thy PaJ]ion*s power 
 
 Wajh all my Jins away. 
 
230 ^!)e iBaOion* 
 
 (Kin Uammlem getit nnri tragt liic )CuHi* 
 
 HOLY, Pure, and Spotlejs Lamb 
 
 Came to thefe earthly regions ; 
 To bear the weight of Jins He came 
 Of this world's countlejs legions : 
 A weary way He humbly trod, 
 Bore Jlrokes of man's chajlijlng rod, 
 
 With patient rejignation : 
 'Mid Blows and Wounds He Jilent Jlood, 
 Till, laid upon the fatal Wood, 
 He died, a meek Oblation. 
 
 Then all day long, and every day 
 
 This in my thoughts retaining. 
 Such Love with love I will repay, 
 
 Love conjlant and un waning. 
 Thou, Lord, Jhalt be my Beacon-light, 
 To guide me through the world's dark night. 
 
 And cheer my heart in forrow ; 
 Henceforth myjelf and all that's mine 
 To Thee entirely I conjign, 
 
 From Whom all things I borrow. 
 
 I'll praije Thee while on earth I Jlay, 
 
 Glad anthems ever Jinging ; 
 To Thee each night, to Thee each day. 
 
 My willing jervice bringing : 
 
(EinHammleim 231 \ 
 
 So, as life's Jlreamlet flows along, 
 
 Still Jhalt Thou hear a grateful Jong j 
 
 Its onward courje attending ; l 
 
 From Memory's dearefl fount, the thought j 
 
 Of what Thy Love for me has wrought, I 
 
 With all its eddies blending. 
 
 No more I fear Death's fatal Jling ; ' \ 
 
 Thy Blood 'gainjl Death Jhall arm me ; j 
 
 Beneath the Jhadow of Thy Wing, 'I 
 
 No Jcorching Jun Jhall harm me : J 
 
 By weight of anxious thought opprefl, I 
 
 On Thee my weary Soul Jhall rejl, ^ 
 
 As Jick man on his pillow ; | 
 
 My Anchor, when 'mid Jlorms of woe, j 
 
 My bark is driven to and fro, \ 
 
 On trouble's rejllejs billow. | 
 
 And when I come before Thy Throne, \ 
 
 On Rejiirredion morning, j 
 
 The glorious Crown Thy Blood has won ] 
 
 My blijsful head adorning, I 
 
 May I be placed on Thy Right Side, ^ 
 
 With Thy loved Church, Thy chojen Bride, ] 
 
 Drawn out from every nation ; 
 No more of God's jujl Wrath afraid. 
 But in Thy Righteoujhejs arrayed. 
 
 Thy Garments of Salvation. 
 
^32 ^f)e ^mon. 
 
 (Eat l^omo ! 
 
 lEHOLD the Man ! Who wore 
 A Crown of thorns for me : 
 And in His jacred Perjbn bore 
 Our Jins upon the Tree : 
 Our Jins upon the Tree, 
 
 Thus full of Honour made, 
 Through Him, whoje Love beyond degree 
 Our Ranjbm paid. 
 
 Behold the Man ! Who gave I 
 
 That matchlefs, peerlejs Price, i 
 
 Which Souls from death alone could Jave, ] 
 
 Himjelf the Sacrifice : j 
 
 Himjelf the Sacrifice ] 
 
 Spotlejs, without a Jlain ; 1 
 
 No more Temptation Jhall entice, '\ 
 
 Thou Lamb once /lain. J 
 
 Behold the Man ! Who Jaw I 
 
 From His eternal Throne \ 
 
 The ruins of a broken Law i 
 
 Thoje ruins not His own : | 
 
 Thoje ruins not His own | 
 
 Yet as He jaw, He Jighed : I 
 
 And God for Jinners to atone j 
 
 Came down and died. 
 
 Behold the Man ! Who now \ 
 
 Whiljl Angels projlrate fall, ] 
 
along titt fteep anti toeati? Eoali^ 233 
 
 Uplifts His everlajling Brow, 
 
 As Saints to Seraphs call : 
 As Saints to Seraphs call, 
 
 And Jweep their lyres of flame, 
 Till the full chorus Jwells o'er all 
 
 With Jesu's Name. 
 
 Silons t!)e deep aaO toearp Eoa&. 
 
 LONG the Jleep and weary road 
 
 Meekly Thou toilejl, Saviour Dear : 
 Beneath the Crojs's bitter load, 
 
 Beneath the bitterer taunt and jeer : 
 Like gentle Lamb, unto the Jlaughter led 
 Unmurmuring, Thy guiltlejs Blood is Jhed, 
 
 And lo ! to us Thy gracious Word 
 
 Is Burdened Souls, come learn of Me 
 
 Teach us to follow. Lowly Lord, 
 Clothed in Thy Humility : 
 
 Upon thefe willing limbs Thy Yoke be laid. 
 
 Only do Thou Jland by to guide and aid. 
 
 Hidden Thy Way of Life and Light 
 
 To lofty, Jelf-enlightened eyes : 
 Unto Thy lowly Followers' Jight 
 
 Is given to fcan Thy Myjleries : 
 The Soul by Meeknefs taught, the clue unwinds. 
 The Jecret of her Majler's Prejence finds. 
 
234 tlTfie ^afCom I 
 
 O Saviour Meek, be Thou our Guide ; | 
 
 Our Way, our Truth, our Life be Thou : \ 
 
 Teach us the ignorance of pride, 
 
 The haughty Jlature bring Thou low, 
 
 Till bending 'neath Thy Yoke with childlike heart, \ 
 
 We learn, at Thy ble^ Feet, the better part. i 
 
 There, lojl in her own nothingnefs, 
 
 Abforbed in contemplating Thee, \ 
 
 Thy Mien of Heavenly Lowlinejs, 
 
 Thy Pattern of Humility, 
 
 The weary Soul, with vanities opprejjed. 
 
 By theje Jlill Waters finds her promijed Rejl. 
 
 i 
 Shadow of jweeter Rejl in Jlore, 
 
 Awaiting J Esu's little Ones ^ 
 
 Who entering through Heaven's lowly door, | 
 
 Shall mount, and Jit on glorious Thrones, 
 Adoring Him from Whom all Goodnejs flows. 
 In Whoje meek Heart they Jbught and found j 
 Repoje. 
 
 flDpproftriisf, gjefu, fatur. j 
 
 P that dark Hill funereal, faint with ill, ; 
 True Ifaac, Jinking 'neath that Tree of: 
 pain. 
 That dark funereal Hill I 
 
 Thou climbejl to be Jlain. \ 
 
 Thy tender Hands were torn unpityingly, 
 
 Thy tender Feet with fangs of iron driven ; | 
 
^fie (Entombment 235 
 
 Thou art uplifted high 
 
 Oh, fight for earth and Heaven ! 
 
 Thy Will, Eternal Father, Thine be done 
 O boundlefs, inconceived Charity, 
 
 That gave the Guiltlejs Son 
 
 For guilty foes to die. 
 
 From that Thy bleeding Side, thofe bleeding Hands, 
 Mujl the foul world be cleanjed it needs mujl be ; 
 
 For Jujlice ]b demands, 
 
 And Mercy grants the plea. 
 
 Elje that dread bond mujl aye on us remain ; 
 
 But from Thy Crojs extending to Thy Throne 
 Now binds a peaceful chain, 
 The earth and Heavens in one. 
 
 ^6e (Entombment. 
 
 EEPING, as they go their way, 
 Their Dear Lord in earth to lay, 
 Late at even who are they ? 
 
 Theje are they who watched to fee 
 Where He huiig in Agony, 
 Dying on th' accursed Tree. 
 
 All is over in the Tomb 
 
 Sleeps He, as in Death's dark womb. 
 
 Till the dawn of Eajler come. 
 
236 Mlit^amon. 
 
 All is over fought the Fight ; 
 
 Heavinejs is for the night ; 
 
 Joy comes with the breaking Light. 
 
 Leave we in the Grave with Him 
 Sins that Jhame, and doubts that dim, 
 If our Souls would rije with Him. 
 
 Glory to the Lord Who gave 
 His pure Body to the Grave, 
 Us from Jin and death to Jave. 
 
 j M I a jlone and not a Sheep 
 
 That I can Jland, O Christ, beneath 
 
 Thy Crofs, 
 Tonumber Dropby Drop Thy Blood's 
 jlow lojs. 
 And yet not weep ? 
 
 Not jb thoje Women loved 
 
 Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee ; 
 
 Not fo fallen Peter weeping bitterly ; 
 Not Jb the Thief was moved ; 
 
 Not fo the Sun and Moon 
 
 Which hid their faces in a Jlarlejs Jky, 
 A horror of great darknejs at broad noon 
 
 I, only L 
 
^5e ^eatieitlp feitraitffer. 237 
 
 Yet give not o'er, 
 
 But feek Thy Sheep, true Shepherd of the Flock ; 
 Greater than Mojes, turn and look once more 
 
 And Jmite a rock. 
 
 STRANGER in the pale moonlight, 
 
 Before the door He Jlood, 
 His Locks are drenched with dews of 
 night. 
 His Raiment Jlained with Blood. 
 
 A Torch in nail-pierced Hand He bore 
 
 No earthly Sun jb bright ; 
 A Stranger at th' unopened door 
 
 He knocked the livelong night. 
 
 The cruel cinSure o'er His Brow, 
 
 Woven of thorns, is bound ; 
 Tears from His Eyes incejQant flow. 
 
 Like rain, upon the ground. 
 
 Not for the chill night-dews He wept, 
 
 Nor for the thorny Crown ; 
 But that His Own, His loved Ones Jlept, 
 
 And left Him all alone. 
 
 The Jheep will hear the Jhepherd's cry. 
 
 The hen can call her brood, 
 Yet to His Voice came no reply. 
 
 Shepherd, whoje Name is Good. 
 
238 ^!)epa(CDm 
 
 The flowers unfold them to the Sun, 
 
 Some radiant grace to win ; 
 The livelong night that Torch burnt on, 
 
 Yet all was dark within. 
 
 A Stranger in the morning light, 
 
 Still at the door He jlood. 
 His Locks are drenched with dews of night, 
 
 His Raiment jlained with Blood. 
 
 %tsi0 figurisf pingitun 
 
 HRIST'S Peerlefs Crown is pifiured ini 
 
 The figures of the Law i 
 
 The Ram entangled in the thorns ; 
 
 The Bujh which Mofes Jaw ; ! 
 
 The Rainbow girding round the Ark ; \ 
 
 The Table's Crown of gold ; \ 
 
 The Incenje which in waving ^Yreaths 
 
 Around the Altar rolled. \ 
 
 Hail 1 glorious Crown, which didjl the pangs \ 
 
 Of Dying Jesus feel ; j 
 
 Thou dojl the brightejl gems outjhine, ; 
 
 And all the Jlars excel. 
 
239 
 
 %^z l^ealer of t^e illations?. 
 
 HEN acrofs the heart deep waves of 
 forrow 
 Break, as on a dry and barren Jhore ; 
 When hope glijlens with no bright 
 to-morrow, 
 And the Jlorm jeems jweeping evermore ; 
 
 When the cup of every earthly gladnejs 
 Bears no tajle of the life-giving Stream, 
 
 And high hopes, as though to mock our jadnejs, 
 Fade and die as in Jome fitful dream ; 
 
 Who Jhall hujh the weary Spirit's chiding ? 
 
 Who the aching void within Jhall fill ? 
 Who Jhall whijper of a Peace abiding ? 
 
 And each /urging billow calmly Jlill ? 
 
 Only He Whofe wounded Heart was broken 
 With the bitter Crojs and thorny Crown, 
 
 Whoje dear Love glad Words of Joy had Jpoken, 
 Who His Life for us laid meekly down. 
 
 Blejfed Healer! all our burdens lighten; 
 
 Give us Peace, Thine own Jweet Peace, we pray ; 
 Keep us near Thee till the Morn Jhall brighten. 
 
 And all mijls and Jhadows flee away. 
 
240 Clje ^aCKon. 
 
 a lotie tlje CroCgf- 
 
 LOVE the Crofs. 'Tis a holy Form : 
 
 I love on its Form to gaze ; 
 My heart grows fonder, my love more 
 warm, 
 As my eyes to that Form I raife. 
 
 I love the Crofs. Who can love It not ? 
 
 Where hung and where died the Lamb, 
 With never a blemijh, and never a jpot 
 
 Of fm on His mortal Frame. 
 
 Twas there that He, the Eternal Word, 
 
 Endured the nails and Jpear ; 
 'Twas there He offered His Life to God, 
 
 That we may to God draw near. 
 
 'Twas there that His facred Flejh and Blood 
 
 Was broken, pierced, and Jhed ; 
 'Twas there Jlreamed forth the healing Flood, 
 
 For the living and the dead. 
 
 'Twas there that in that tremendous hour. 
 
 When the Jun was Jhrouded, and day grew night. 
 
 He vanquijhed for ever the Serpent's power. 
 And poured through the Grave a quickening 
 Light. 
 
 Yes, I love the Crofs as the Chrijlian mujl 
 Who fees there the Altar, whereon was laid 
 
jflorem ^pina coronatjin 241 
 
 The ViSim That raifed us from the dujl. 
 The Ranjbm that for our Souls was paid. 
 
 How can this Emblem fail to move 
 
 The too cold jprings of the human breajl, 
 
 This Sign of a Dying Saviour's Love, 
 Of a Chrijlian's toil and a Chrijlian's rejl. 
 
 Yes, I'll love the Crojs till my latejl breath : 
 And why Jhould a Chrijlian be denied 
 
 To waken his love for his Saviour's Death, 
 By the Sight of the Crojs where that Saviour 
 died ? 
 
 iflatem fepina coronatjft* 
 
 O ! the Thorn hath crowned the Flower, 
 Who produced it by His Power, 
 
 For the Flower is Mary's Son : 
 From the Flower what precious Merit 
 Doth the twijled Thorn inherit, 
 
 Flower to thorn-brake rough unknown. 
 
 Through the Flower the flower-thorn pointeth ; 
 Yet the Flower the brake anointeth 
 
 With the oil of Piety : 
 Life the Thorn from Life's Tree borrows, 
 Healing Balm for human forrows, 
 
 Honey with the Jlinging bee. 
 
242 ^f)e l^afBom 
 
 Life's fair Fruit the thorn ofFendeth ; 
 Yet that Fruit life's exile endeth, 
 
 And in it lives Mercy's power : 
 Rije, my Soul, in exultation, 
 Greet the Crown with veneration. 
 
 Which is France's noblejl dower. 
 
 Ophir's gold that Crown excelleth : 
 Precious, comely, rich, it dwelleth 
 
 Budding with the Blood that ran : 
 In the Brow this circlet bindeth. 
 It perchance the fcoffer blindeth 
 
 To the Sight of God in Man. 
 
 To the Shittim wood Juperior 
 Which adorned the Ark's exterior, 
 
 Rejling in its tented home. 
 Is this Crown : we bow before It, 
 To be crowned with Christ Who wore It, 
 
 In the happy age to come. 
 
 Clje 3Dream of i&ilatc'0 Wiitt. 
 
 H, touch not thou that holy Head 
 The Wife of Pilate cried 
 Full is my heart with fear and dread 
 As though a Friend had died, 
 Or was about to die, injlead 
 
 Of fome one elfe bejide : 
 Spare then that Jujl One ; let Him go ; 
 The whifpering Spirits tell me Jo. 
 
Clje 2Dream of pilatr^ MliTe. 243 
 
 Myjlerious Dream : I jaw a Fire 
 
 All boundlejs in its blaze, 
 Raging in red omnivorous ire, 
 
 And Jcorching in its rays : 
 It licked the Heavens with many a jpire. 
 
 Nor could I bear to gaze : 
 The clouds together Jeemed to roll 
 And wither, like a parchment jcroll. 
 
 Hojls upon hojls ejjayed in vain 
 
 The ruthlejs flames to quell : 
 Each mountain, city, tower, and plain 
 
 Subfided in the Hell : 
 Ten thoujand founds of woe and pain 
 
 Blended into a yell. 
 Such as hath Jlruck no mortal ear 
 But mine in this lajl night of fear. . 
 
 The rocks were rent : the welkin rang ; 
 
 When lo ! as from a Throne, 
 While Souls in Jecret jbrrow fang, 
 
 A Lamb came forth alone : 
 Its look was Love : It hufhed the clang 
 
 Of earth's tremendous groan ; 
 Then mounting on the awful Pyre, 
 Pierced Its own Heart, and quenched the Fire. 
 
 And as It died, Its clojing Eyes 
 
 With Tears mojl piteous ran : 
 Its Face beneath the frowning Jkies 
 
 Waxed wonderfully wan ; 
 
244 ^Ije IBaffion* 
 
 Then changed and in amazing guije 
 
 An ajpe6^ wore of Man, 
 A Man Divine, and more than fair, 
 Too like the myjlic Prijbner there. 
 
 Caltarp^ 
 
 O fongs Jhall break our gloom to-day. 
 Save lowliejl Jlrains of Love, 
 Which, as we kneel before the Crojs, 
 Shall fudden, deeper prove. 
 
 O Thou th' Eternal Son of God, 
 
 The Lamb for Jinners jlain. 
 We worjhip, while Thy Head is bowed 
 
 In Agony and Pain. 
 
 E'en as we gaze, the jweetejl Love 
 
 Encircles Thy pale Brow ; 
 O Royal King, more fair than gold 
 
 The Crown Thou wearejl now. 
 
 None tread with Thee the lowly place ; 
 
 Thou Jiifferejl alone ; 
 Thine is the perfeft Sacrifice 
 
 Which only can atone. 
 
 Thou great High Priejl, Thy Glory-robes 
 
 To-day are laid ajide ; 
 And human Sorrows, Son of Man, 
 
 Thy Godhead jeem to hide. 
 
SBozvmm ocuU fpargite lacljr^ma^* 245 
 
 The Crofs is Jharp, but in Thy Woe 
 
 This is the lightejl part ; 
 Our Jin it is which pierces Thee 
 
 And breaks Thy Jacred Heart. 
 
 Who love Thee mojl, at Thy dear Crofs 
 
 Will truejl, Lord, abide ; 
 Make Thou that Crojs our only hope, 
 
 O Jesus Crucified. 
 
 a^Derente0 oculi rparg:tte lac^rpmais* 
 
 OW let us Jit and weep. 
 And fill our hearts with woe. 
 
 Pondering the Jhame, and torments 
 deep, 
 Which God from wicked men did undergo. 
 
 See ! how the multitude. 
 With Jwords and Jlaves, draw nigh ; 
 
 See ! how they jmite, with buffets rude. 
 That Head Divine of awful Majejly : 
 
 How, bound with cruel cord, 
 Christ to the Scourge is given ; 
 
 And ruffians lift their hands, unawed, 
 Againjl the King of kings and Lord of Heaven. 
 
 Hear it ! ye People, hear ! 
 Our Good and Gracious God, 
 
246 ^^e paOSom 
 
 Silent beneath the lajh jevere, 
 Standswith His facred Shoulders drenched inBlood. 
 
 O fcene for tears ! but now 
 The Jinful race contrive 
 
 A torment new deep in His Brow, 
 With all their force the jagged thorns they drive. 
 
 Then roughly dragged to death, 
 Christ on the Crojs is Jlain ; 
 
 And, as He dies, with parting Breath, 
 Into His Father's Hands gives back His Soul 
 again. 
 
 HEN evil thoughts bring trouble nigh 
 The Jtruggling heart to rend, 
 Then to my Saviour's Wounds I fly, 
 As Jbme life-giving Friend. 
 
 Or when the flejh me layeth low. 
 
 With all its pride and lujl ; 
 Remembrance of His Wounds and Woe 
 
 Uplifts me from the dujl. 
 
 When Satan with his cruel wiles 
 
 My Spirit would enjhare, 
 I turn me to thoje loving Smiles 
 
 My Lord alone can wear. 
 
%^t &acreti aflJounUsf* 247 
 
 If burning paflion e'er abounds 
 
 Within my fevered frame, 
 A cooling flood from Jesu's Wounds 
 
 Extinguijhes the flame. 
 
 In forrow's hour, in night of tears, 
 
 In jicknejs or in pain, 
 The Wounds of Christ allay my fears 
 
 And make me whole again. 
 
 Securely in thofe Wounds I keep, 
 
 And rejl without a dread ; 
 Shall He Who died not Jafely keep 
 
 His Own for whom He bled ? 
 
 Ah, where jb deadly bitter lot 
 
 His Love can not make jweet ? 
 Ah, where the poor and humble cot 
 
 Too lowly for His Feet ? 
 
 All, all my hope is in the Crofs, 
 
 Thereon my Merit hangs ; 
 To it all elfe is earthly drojs. 
 
 My wealth my Jesu's Pangs. 
 
 Yes ! from His Wounds Jprings forth my life ; 
 
 My refuge is His Grave ; 
 His Grace Jhall Jbothe my lajl dark Jlrife ; 
 
 He roje again to fave. 
 
 While His CompaJJion wearies not 
 I Jhall not Merit lack ; 
 
While glows the Love my Soul that bought 
 His Mercy will not Jlack. 
 
 The more my Majler's Power to fave, 
 
 The more jecure am I ; 
 InjESu's Wounds to live I crave, 
 
 In Jesu's Arms to die. 
 
 SivM ! liDnlie el Cielo quiCo* \ 
 
 \ 
 
 REE ! which Heaven has willed to dower \ 
 With that true Fruit whence we live, 
 
 As that other, death did give ; ] 
 
 Of new Eden loveliejl Flower ; j 
 
 Bow of light, that in worjl hour | 
 Of the worjl flood Signal true. 
 
 O'er the world, of Mercy threw ; ] 
 
 Fair Plant, yielding Jweetejl Wine ; \ 
 
 Of our David Harp Divine ; \ 
 
 Of our Mojes Tables new ; ' 
 
 Sinner am I, therefore I j 
 
 Claim upon thy Mercies make, | 
 
 Since alone for Jinners' Jake \ 
 God on Thee endured to die. 
 
249 
 
 H, what Jhame and dejblation, 1 
 
 I 
 
 Working out the world's Salvation, 
 
 Deigned the King of Heaven to bear ! 1 
 
 See Him, bowed with Sorrows endlejs, \ 
 
 Hungry, Thir/ly, Poor, and Friendlejs, j 
 
 Even to the Crojs repair. | 
 
 Hold His Wrongs in recolleSion, | 
 
 Who, in undejerved AffliSion, 1 
 
 Wandered through a thanklejs land : | 
 
 Countlejs Agonies unmeajured 1 
 
 In thy heart of hearts keep treajiired, I 
 
 If at all thou undeijland. j 
 
 To the Crojs from Judgment taken, i 
 
 Silent, of His Friends fbrjaken, j 
 
 From no Torments doth He Jhrink ; | 
 
 There His Hands and Feet they pierced, | 
 
 There of gall, as one accursed, I 
 
 Gave the King of kings to drink. 
 
 See, the Eye no longer flajhes, I 
 
 And the Face is white like ajhes, | 
 
 Furrowed with an iron pain. I 
 
 On that blejsed Form unjhrouded j 
 
 Ancient Comelinejs is clouded ; J 
 
 Scarce doth any Grace remain. I 
 
2SO Cf)e ^SaCKom 
 
 Whojb hearejl and believejl, 
 
 See that in this Grief thou grievejl ; 
 
 Groan for heaviness of heart ; 
 Vex thy flejh, thy Soul, with jbrrow ; 
 Weeping reach thy hand, and borrow 
 
 From the Crojs each cruel /mart. 
 
 With the curje upon Him lying, 
 Mark the Man of Sorrows dying, 
 
 Strong in pain, our crowning Seed : 
 Jujlly, then, be thou contented 
 With thy Lord to be tormented. 
 
 On the Crojs with Him to bleed. 
 
 Brother ! in all work whatever 
 
 Still to fee Christ's Wounds endeavour. 
 
 Still take up the Crofs He bore ; 
 Count Him thine eternal Treajiire, 
 Let thine heart, with deepening pleafure, 
 
 Feed upon Him more and more. 
 
 Crucified ! fujlain Thy Servant, 
 Make my Soul with anguijh fervent 
 
 Feel Thy Pajfllon day by day. 
 Lovingly I yearn to cherijh 
 That fweet Crojs where Thou didjl perijh, 
 
 In Thine Arms to pajs away. 
 
251 
 
 (Eatter (Eften* 
 
 HERE is nothing more that they can do 
 For all their rage and boajl ; 
 Caiaphas with his blajpheming crew, 
 Herod with his hojl, ^ 
 
 Pontius Pilate in his Judgment-hall 
 
 Judging their Judge and his, 
 Or he who led them all and pajjed them all, 
 
 Arch-Judas with his kijs. S:. 
 
 The Sepulchre made Jure with ponderous Stone, 
 
 Seal that jame Stone, O Priejl ; 
 It may be thou Jhalt block the Holy One 
 
 From rijing in the eajl : , / L 
 
 Set a watch about the Sepulchre 
 
 To watch on pain of death ; 
 They mujl hold faji: the Stone if One Jhould Jlir 
 
 And Jhake it from beneath. lb 
 
 God Almighty, He can break a Seal 
 
 And roll away a Stone ; 
 Can grind the proud in dujl who would not kneel. 
 
 And crujh the mighty one. U> 
 
 * * * 
 
 There is nothing more that they can do 
 
 For all their pajjionate care, 
 Thoje who fit in dujt, the blejjed few, 
 
 And weep and rend their hair : l^\ 
 
^52 ^!je i@atCon. 
 
 Peter, Thomas, Mary Magdalene, 
 The Virgin Unreproved, 
 QJeph with Nicodemus foremojl men, 
 And John the Well-beloved, 
 
 Bring your finejl Linen and your Spice, 
 
 Swathe the Sacred Dead, 
 Bind with careful hands and piteous eyes 
 
 The Napkin round His Head ; 
 
 Lay Him in the Garden-rock to rejl ; 
 
 Rejl you the Sabbath length : 
 The Sun That went down crimjbn in the wejl 
 
 Shall rije renewed in Strength. 
 
 God Almighty Jhall give Joy for pain, 
 Shall comfort him who grieves : 
 
 Lo ! He with Joy Jhall doubtlejs come again 
 And with Him bring His Sheaves. 
 
 >t tii0 tiere ffloriaru 
 
 F thou dojl wijh to joy indeed 
 And win from God Juch glorious Meed I 
 
 As circles Him Who wears it. 
 Then thou mujl hail the Crown to-day, 
 And ever follow on the way 
 
 The Steps of Him Who bears it. 
 
 This Wreath the Heavenly Sovereign wore, 
 Honouring and hallowing what He bore | 
 
fe)i btjS here ffloriarL 253 
 
 Upon His Forehead holy ; 
 'Twas in this Helm He fought, and thus 
 He jlew His old Foe on the Crofs, 
 
 While jufFering, jad, and lowly. 
 
 The Helmet of our warring Chief, 
 Our Conqueror's triumphant Leaf, 
 
 Our Heavenly Pontiff's Mitre 
 Firjl was it made of thorn, and now, 
 Since it has touched His hallowing Brow, 
 
 Than very gold 'tis brighter. 
 
 Christ's Pajjion touched and Jlill adorns 
 The points of thofe transfigured thorns 
 
 With BleJJednejs jupernal. 
 That o'er our nature wild doth Jpread, 
 And vanquijhes the final dread 
 
 Of Death that is eternal. 
 
 Of gathered ills a penal wreath. 
 With many a probing thorn beneath. 
 
 For thoje whom pajQions harden 
 Is Jhaped yet turns to gold, when Jin 
 Is put away, and from within 
 
 Each turns to jue for pardon. 
 
 O Jesu Holy, Jesu Kind, 
 
 Grant us, in our great Jlrait, to find 
 
 Succefs of Thy Forecajling ; 
 So harmonize our hearts within 
 That we a blejjed Crown may win 
 
 Of Glory everlajling. 
 
254 %^t ^aatCom 
 
 C^rittus Conrolator. 
 
 OPE of thoje that have none other, 
 Left for life by Father, Mother, 
 All their dearejl lojl or taken, 
 Only not by Thee forjaken ; 
 Comfort Thou the jad and lonely. 
 Saviour Dear, for Thou canjl only. 
 
 When the glooms of night are o'er us, 
 Satan in his jlrength before us ; 
 When dejpair and doubt and terror 
 Drag the blinded heart to error ; 
 Comfort Thou the poor and lonely, 
 Saviour Dear, for Thou canJl only. 
 
 By Thy days of earthly trial, 
 
 By Thy friend's foreknown denial, 
 
 By Thy Crofs of bitter anguijh. 
 
 Leave not Thou Thy Lambs to languijh : 
 
 Comforting the weak and lonely 
 
 Lead them in Thy Pajlures only. 
 
 Sick with hope deferred, or yearning 
 For the never now returning. 
 When the glooms of grief o'erjhade us, 
 Thou hajl known, and Thou wilt aid us : 
 To Thine own Heart take the lonely. 
 Leaning on Thee only, only. 
 
255 
 
 CALVARY ! I 
 
 Thou Mount of M3r/lery ; \ 
 
 Might I but climb thy Jleep 
 
 And lay me down to weep ; 
 
 Might I but apprehend the Crojs, 1 
 And leave for e'er this earthly drojs ! 
 
 O Calvary ! j 
 
 To all Eternity 5 
 
 Shall be the found mojl dear | 
 
 To Juch as love and fear, J 
 
 As love and fear the jacred Name ^ 
 
 Of Him Who bore the CroJs and Jhame. I 
 
 'Twas on thy height, i 
 
 Amid meridian night, | 
 
 He bowed His Head and died, I 
 
 For Jinners crucified ; 1 
 
 And clojed through mortal Woe and Thrall, 1 
 
 Crying 'Tis finifhed, finjjhed all. I 
 
 To Thee, to Thee J 
 
 Alone, my God, I flee ; | 
 
 To Thee Who Jhed Thy Blood, ] 
 
 Thirjling to drain the flood, | 
 
 Eager to cleanfe the jlain of guilt J 
 
 By that Thy boundlejs Love hath Jpilt. | 
 
 UNIVERSITY] 
 
^56 ^Ije paOBon. 
 
 In every Cry 
 Of matchlejs Agony, 
 Which wrung Thy tortured Frame, 
 I mark but Jlill the fame, 
 Thy Grace, my need ; Thy Love, my Jin ; 
 Thy Joy an erring Soul to win. 
 
 Then, fie ! my heart. 
 
 If thou canjl e'er depart 
 
 From juch a priceless Friend 
 
 Who died thy death to end ; 
 
 If thou, my Soul, canJl e'er forget 
 
 Him Who hath paid thy Heaven-ward debt. 
 
 arborem malftae txttint^t* 
 
 TRIKE boldly down the tree of malice ;i 
 Dig deep root up its hidden pride ;J 
 No longer in a goodly chalice \ 
 
 Gather the poifon from its Jide. 
 
 There is a Tree of Life ereSed, l 
 
 A goodlier jhade, on Calvary's height ; \ 
 
 In place of that, be this eleded, i 
 
 Thither repair and find delight. ] 
 
 There at the Crojs of Ages bending, i 
 
 Pour forth thy vows, raije up thy prayer, 
 
 And 'neath that Jhade of Love unending, { 
 
 Thy heart Jhall breathe a tranquil air, | 
 
iFatfier, into %\i^ l^anli^, $c* 257 i 
 
 For there no tempejl, Jlorm, or jbrrow, ] 
 
 But what jweet Love can Jbothe, may fall ; j 
 
 A day of toil and on the morrow j 
 
 Re|l endlejs Jhall atone for all. j 
 
 As on a rock the wild waves beating, 1 
 
 Break idly with unmeaning foam, 1 
 
 So pain is jhort, and jbrrow fleeting i 
 
 Where Jesus jpeaks, and calls thee Home. 1 
 
 i 
 
 O ever blejjed Crojs of ages, | 
 
 How jweet the hope by thee begot : I 
 
 How dark and dijmal all prefages, i 
 
 How cheerlejs all where Thou art not. I 
 
 What fprings of Love, increajing ever, I 
 
 Well from the fountain of the Crojs ; i 
 
 How jhall thy brook become a river, 1 
 
 And all but Thee, Sweet Jesus, lojs ! I 
 
 iFartjer, into ^!)p ^mH 31 cDmmenn I 
 
 HE Race is nearly fini(hed, the Battle 
 
 well nigh done, j 
 
 Looks down the Mighty Father well '\ 
 
 pleajed upon His Son ; j 
 
 And the nations of the earth to the Crojs in jpirit come 3 
 
 To lijlen to His dying Words the jignal of their | 
 
 doom. ] 
 
258 %ltz ^atGon* 
 
 The Saint alike andfinner are kneeling filent there, 
 Thoje weeping tears of gladnefs, theje rapt in dull 
 
 dejpair ; 
 For well they know thofe dying Words Jhall one 
 
 day reach each Soul, 
 And even as it lived its life, Jhall madden or conjble. 
 And now the moment comes, He lifts His Eyes to 
 
 Heaven 
 Lo ! Father, It is done the Tajk which thou hajl 
 
 given, 
 I have trod the prefs alone, poured out My Blopd 
 
 like wine, 
 And have jhatched theJe Souls from Hell ; behold 
 
 them they are Thine. 
 Jujlice and Peace have kijjed, and Mercy is recon- 
 ciled, 
 And each fmful fon of Eve, Father, is now Thy 
 
 Child : 
 I fought for each, that each might with Me the 
 
 Land inherit, 
 And Father into Thy Hands I now commend My 
 
 Spirit, 
 With a loud Voice He jpoke and then bowed 
 
 Him down to die. 
 And all the weeping nations took from His Lips 
 
 that Cry ; 
 Up as one mighty Vow it went from the Blood- 
 
 Jlained earth 
 Claiming for all her Jons a new and immortal 
 
 Birth 
 
^Ije nmnhmmu 259 
 
 Receive them for His Sake Who died that they 
 
 might inherit 
 Into Thy Hands, O Lord, we commend each 
 
 parting Spirit ! 
 
 ^1)0 (Entombment. 
 
 UR Blejfed Lord, Jtill on the Crojs 
 behold : 
 Thoje tender pitying Eyes are dojed 
 in death ; 
 And thofe Almighty Hands, rigid and cold ; 
 
 Sealed are thofe Lips, and Jilence locks the Breath: 
 He IS not left alone : by that fad Tree 
 
 Borne down with grief His holy Mother Jlands 
 With His beloved Dijciple : weeping Jee 
 
 The projlrate Magdalene with clajped hands. 
 
 They who in Jecret came to Him in life, 
 
 Boldly in death confejs Him before men, 
 Fine Linen bring, with Myrrh, and Spices rife ; 
 
 They join the jbrrowing group, and weep with 
 them. 
 Mark with what reverent care they now take down 
 
 That Bleeding Form, and gently they begin 
 To lift the thorny Crown, draw forth the nails 
 
 By cruel hands fo roughly driven in. 
 
 His BleJJed Mother weeps, clajps that dear Head 
 Which on her Bojbm Jlept in early years ; 
 
26o ^!)e ia(5Dn* 
 
 Thoje BleJJed Feet, ]b wounded, cold, and dead 
 Again the Magdalene now bathes with tears : 
 
 His feared and wajled Limbs are gently bound 
 In the fine Linen ; pouring jweet perfume 
 
 Of Myrrh and Spices in the gaping Wound, 
 With mournful hajle they bear Him to the Tomb. 
 
 Lord Jesus, grant me Grace to banijh hence 
 
 Thofe heinous Jins which nailed Thee to the Tree, 
 Embalming Thee with Myrrh of penitence 
 
 In my cleanjed heart, in holy purity : 
 Thee the rich Stranger to his new Tomb bore ; 
 
 Vouchjafe to make my heart Thy rejling-place : 
 Would none had ever laid therein before ! 
 
 Oh, deanje, renew it, till the Day of Grace. 
 
 ^Ije 25etrajaL 
 
 OLD is the wind, the jcene is drear, 
 No ray of comfort can appear 
 
 For Him Who comforts all : 
 Angels reluSant fold their plumes 
 As the great Foe his pojl ajjumes 
 Upon the field to fall. 
 
 Yet jbme brief triumph is at hand, 
 Such as the Serpent may command 
 
 To bruife Emmanuel's Heel ; 
 And through the centre of His Heart 
 Send, dipt in poifon, many a dart 
 
 He bitterly mujl feel. 
 
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 For, lo ! o'er Cedron's Jhallow Jlream, 
 See how thofe lurid torches gleam 
 
 In fitful Jlreaks of light : 
 Weapons of war are glittering there, 
 The jword that knows not how to jpare 
 
 Either by day or night. 
 
 And one before the rejl advances 
 Jujl as a Demon, when he glances 
 
 Upon jbme fpotlejs prey : 
 And clothes himjelf in gentle form, 
 Lejl, prejcient of the coming Jlorm, 
 
 The prize Jhould pajs away. 
 
 O meek Redeemer, dojl Thou move 
 To meet the Traitor, and reprove 
 
 That execrable kijs ? 
 Yielding Thyjelf for a jinful man, 
 Whoje life on earth is but a jpan 
 
 Was ever Love like this ? 
 
 Alas ! for me the guilt is mine 
 Whene'er againjl Thy Will benign 
 
 My treacherous heart hath Jlood : 
 Mine are the lips that hath betrayed, 
 Mine is the debt which mujl be paid 
 
 With Groans, and Tears, and Blood. 
 
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 gitfu, mi 2Dulciflime, 2DDmine Coelorunu 
 
 lESU, Solace of my Soul, 
 Gentle Mediator, 
 King of Kings from pole to pole. 
 Heaven and earth's Creator, 
 Who can praije Thee as he ought, 
 Thee, the world-wide Wonder, 
 Tell what pangs our jbrrows wrought, 
 Rending Thee ajunder ? 
 
 Love, it drew Thee from the Jky, 
 
 Love of Souls that perijhed. 
 Leaving here on earth to die 
 
 All Thy Glories cherijhed : 
 Born into the vale of tears. 
 
 There Thyjelf more tearful ; 
 Toiling up the Jleep of years 
 
 To a height more fearful. 
 
 Born life's faddejl paths to tread. 
 
 Thou the world's Salvation ; 
 Hungry, Thou the Living Bread 
 
 In its dejblation ; 
 Thou, the fourfold River's Fount, 
 
 Paradife all Jleeping, 
 Thirjling on the curjed Mount, 
 
 In the Garden weeping. 
 
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 Oh, the depth, the breadth, the height 
 
 Of Thy Love's extenjion, 
 Jesus, Oh, the wondrous might 
 
 Of Thy Condejcenfion ; 
 Innocency's purejl bloom, 
 
 All Thy Foes refuting. 
 Bearing all our jbrrow's doom, 
 
 All our Jins imputing. 
 
 Mine the while the joys of life, 
 
 Thine its Tribulation ; 
 Mine the glory of the Jlrife, 
 
 Thine the Conjlernation ; 
 Mine the banquet's jweetnejs all, 
 
 Thine the Self-devotion, 
 Thine the Vinegar and Gall 
 
 For Thy bitter Potion. 
 
 git 10 fimfl|)eli : 
 
 T is finijhed ! He hath jeen 
 
 Each beloved one leave His Side ; 
 He by one betrayed hath been, 
 By the chief of all denied. 
 
 It is finijhed ! He hath wept 
 O'er the coming of His Woe, 
 
 Till the Blood in torrents fwept 
 To the reddening ground below. 
 
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 It is finijlied ! He hath borne 
 
 Scourges that His Bones laid bare, 
 
 Purple Robe and Crown of jcorn. 
 Sceptred reed, and mocking Jlare. 
 
 It is finijhed ! He hath Jlood 
 By the ribald King, whofe hand 
 
 Guilty of the Baptijl's blood. 
 
 Mocked Him to his Soldier band. 
 
 It is finijhed ! He hath bowed 
 
 * Neath the Crofs to Calvary's Jleep, 
 
 And hath jeen amid the crowd 
 Bitter woe ! His Mother weep. 
 
 It is finijhed ! Not a wail 
 
 Told His Pain, when hammers Jent, 
 To the very Heart, the nail 
 
 Through His Sinews crujhed and rent. 
 
 It is finijhed ! He hath hung 
 
 Three long hours, in grief to die, 
 
 Curfes loud on every tongue, 
 Malice in each heart and eye. 
 
 It is finijhed ! Mocked and curjl 
 
 Through the gloom His lajl Words Jighing ; 
 Sin and Hell have done their worjl : 
 
 It is finijhed ! He is dying. 
 
 It is finijhed ! John is weeping 
 Well he knows the fight is won 
 
Though the Mother Jlill is keeping 
 Silent watch bejide her Son. 
 
 It is finifhed ! Nought is left 
 He may yield at lajl His Breath, 
 
 Bleeding, bruijed, forlorn, bereft 
 Life in dying conquers Death. 
 
 TAY ! grieved One, Jlay ! 
 I have opened to jlr angers the jacred cell 
 Of the Spirit where Thou didjl deign to 
 dwell 
 But leave me not lone to-day. 
 
 Return ! dread Guejl : 
 Oh ! enter the threjhold that yet doth bear 
 The holy Crojs that was jculptured there 
 
 When the Majler the manjion blejl. 
 
 'Tis with me jlill, 
 Though the Sign be dimmed and its frejhnefs gone ; 
 And I trujl in His Grace Who died thereon 
 
 To Jhield me from mortal ill. 
 
 Then blejs me now : 
 Thou that wert by at that Jblemn hour 
 When the holy Priejl, by Thine awful Power, 
 
 Firjl traced It upon my brow 
 
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266 ^Ije paCDEom 
 
 Send Jlill Thine Aid : 
 Till ajleep on the lap of the Church I may fall, 
 And Jlart from the dufl at the Trumpet-call 
 
 In the Might of that Symbol arrayed. 
 
 Cfie feabbat^. 
 
 INE Linen bring for Winding-Jheet ; 
 Anoint His Limbs with Spices Jweet ; 
 And place Him in the frejh-hewn Tomb, 
 A Jecond time in Virgin-Womb. 
 The warrior rejls when Jlrife is o'er, 
 And peace fucceeds the battle's roar : j 
 
 Then, gently down the Conqueror lay 
 To Jlumber through the Sabbath-day. | 
 
 That Sabbath-day, it was the lajl ; 
 For fcarce its numbered hours are pajl, j 
 
 When, bur/ling from the Jilent Grave, \ 
 
 He comes the ranjbmed world to jave. ; 
 
 This is the Day the Lord hath made, ^ 
 
 The Day of days in light arrayed : 
 In vain ye jeek Him, Sijlers three ; *l 
 
 The night is done ; the Sun is free. \ 
 
 Hujh, hujh your weeping ; dry your tears ; 
 This is no time for idle fears : | 
 
 Behold Him, Mary, at thy Jide, \ 
 
 The Rijen God, the Glorified. 
 
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 ILENCE in the Houfe of Prayer ; 
 
 Low our Lord in earth lies Jleeping; 
 Silence, Jilence, everywhere, 
 
 While the Saints their watch are 
 keeping. 
 
 He at earliejl morn Jhall rije ; 
 
 Now in myjlic Peace He Jlumbers : 
 Flow, ye plaintive melodies; 
 
 Ring, ye Jlill recurring numbers. 
 
 Sweet it feems to Jit and wake 
 By that Tomb, in garden lonely, 
 
 Knowing He can ne'er forjake, 
 This a pafling trial only. 
 
 Though for us His Soul doth jeek 
 That myjlerious World of Spirits, 
 
 He jhall rije to cheer the weak ; 
 Hope and Joy His Church inherits. 
 
 So Lent's latejl vigil now 
 
 Keep we with a tempered jadnefs : 
 
 Eajler-morn ! Jpeed quickly thou. 
 And transform this grief to gladnejs. 
 
 Silence in the Houje of Prayer ; 
 
 Low our Lord in earth lies Jleeping ; 
 Silence, Jilence, everywhere. 
 
 While the Saints their watch are keeping. 
 
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 ^rame tjocem, 9^ens, canoram* 
 
 RAW out, jad heart, thy melody, i 
 
 And tell with plaintive cry j 
 
 The Sorrows of the Crucified, ! 
 
 The Wounds of Him that died, ] 
 
 Him, Who a willing ViSim came i 
 
 To die a Spotlejs Lamb, 1 
 
 By that unpitying fury killed, I 
 
 Our Ranfom He fulfilled ; I 
 
 We drink Health from His bitter Cup, 
 
 His Crojs doth lift us up, I 
 
 His Stripes for us a balm have found, | 
 
 *Tis He our wounds hath bound. j 
 
 With Feet and Hands transfixed in pain | 
 
 He burjls our bonds in twain ; I 
 
 For us a healing Fount He bore, ] 
 At every bleeding pore 
 
 The nails that hold Thee on the Tree 
 
 Bind us to that and Thee. ; 
 
 Thy Heart, now jlilled by Death's cold trance, 1 
 
 Hath pierced the barbed lance, j 
 
 Opening a door to all below, j 
 
 Whence Blood and Water flow : j 
 
 This hath the Fount of cleanfmg Jhown, j 
 
 That is our Heavenly Crown. j 
 
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 Grant, Saviour, that for us below 
 Theje Fountains aye may flow, 
 
 The Cup of healing here to prove, 
 The Cup of Blijs above ; 
 
 Then we will ever Jing Thy Praije 
 Through Heaven's eternal Days. 
 
 %lit %o\}z Of C&na toliicl) paffet^ 
 l&notolelige^ 
 
 BORE with thee long weary days and 
 nights. 
 Through many pangs of Heart, 
 through many Tears ; 
 I bore with thee, thy hardnefs, coldnejs, Jlights, 
 For three and thirty years. . 
 
 Who elfe had dared for thee what I have dared ? 
 I plunged the depth mojl deep from Blijs above ; 
 1 not My Flejh, I not My Spirit fpared : 
 Give thou Me love for Love. 
 
 For thee I thirjled in the daily drouth. 
 
 For thee I trembled in the nightly frojl : 
 Much jweeter thou than honey to My Mouth : 
 Why wilt thou Jlill be lojl ? 
 
 I bore thee on My Shoulders and rejoiced : 
 
 Men only marked upon My Shoulders borne 
 The branding Crojs ; and Jhouted hungry-voiced, 
 Or wagged their heads in Jcorn. 
 
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 Thee did nails grave upon My Hands, thy name 
 Did thorns for frontlets Jlamp between Mine 
 Eyes: 
 I, Holy One, put on thy guilt and Jhame, 
 I, God, Priejl, Sacrifice. 
 
 A thief upon My right Hand and My left ; 
 
 Six hours alone, athirjl, in mijery : 
 At length in death one fmote My Heart, and cleft 
 A Hiding-place for thee. 
 
 Nailed to the racking Crofs, than bed of down 
 
 More dear, whereon to Jlretch Myfelf and Jleep : 
 So did I win a Kingdom Jhare My Crown ; 
 A harvejl come and reap. 
 
 ^Ije breaking: ^tavt 
 
 WEARY Heart in weary Breajl, 
 O weary Heart that will not rejl 
 With all Thy mortal Care opprejl. 
 
 Let me in all Thy Puljes feel. 
 
 The Love of Him whofe Love can heal 
 
 And give me everlajling Weal ! 
 
 Oh, let me, pajjing where He trod, 
 
 By Olivet's anointed fod 
 
 Study the breaking Heart of God ; 
 
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 That Heart with forrow overfraught, 
 To Agony intenjejl wrought 
 By pajjions of atoning thought : 
 
 Till jympathy true likenefs breed 
 And all my inner nature bleed, 
 In Juffering with the Love Indeed. 
 
 Till dowered by fupernal Grace, 
 This mortal will God's Will embrace, 
 And a new pulfe the old replace. 
 
PART V. 
 
 a0er4 
 
 THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 
 
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 fll^unlii rtnotiatiD. 
 
 OW the world's frejh dawn of 
 Teems with new rejoicings 
 Christ is rijing, and on earth 
 All things with Him rije to 
 Feeling this memorial Day 
 Him the elements obey, 
 
 Serve, and lay ajide their Jlrife. 
 
 Gleamy fire flits to and fro, 
 
 Throbs the everlajling air, 
 Water without pauje doth flow. 
 
 And the earth Jlands firm and fair ; 
 Light creations upward leap. 
 Heavier to the centre keep, 
 
 All things renovation Jhare. 
 
 birth 
 rife $ 
 
 life. I 
 
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 Clearer are the jkies above, 
 
 And more quiet is the ]ea, 
 Each low wind is full of love, 
 
 Our own vale is blooming free, 
 Drynejs flujhing into green, 
 Warm delight where frojl hath been, 
 
 For Spring cometh tenderly. 
 
 Melted is the ice of Death, 
 
 And the world's Prince driven away ; 
 From amidjl us vanijheth 
 
 All his old tyrannic fway. 
 He, who fought to clafp more tight 
 That wherein he held no right. 
 
 Fails of his peculiar prey. 
 
 Life is vanquijher of Death, 
 
 And the Joy man lojl of old 
 That he now recovereth. 
 
 Even Paradife to hold. 
 For the Cherub, keeping ward. 
 By the Promije of the Lord 
 Turns the many-flaming Jword, 
 
 And the willing gates unfold. 
 
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 E comes ! He comes ! the Tomb 
 Opens her pregnant womb. 
 And Life and Light jpring forth in 
 myjlic birth ; 
 
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274 (BatttV. 
 
 The garden flowers exhale j 
 
 Scents on the morning gale, ! 
 
 Heaven gives her Angel-guard, her fragrance i 
 
 earth : 
 
 The Grave is jwallowed up, and Death mu|^ 
 
 die ; i 
 
 Where is thy Jling, O Death ? where, Grave, th;^ 
 
 viSory ? i 
 
 Fling wide, great Heaven, thy door | 
 
 The Lord of Hojls before ; j 
 
 He bears the blojjom of the budding Wood : ] 
 
 The Lily Jprouts to thee \ 
 
 Her Graft upon the Tree, \ 
 
 The Crojs is quickened from the living Blood ;i 
 
 Our High Priejl bears His Staff no longer dry,i 
 
 He Jmites thy Jling, O Death ; Jtays, Grave, thy 
 
 viSory. ; 
 
 He comes ! He comes in Might ! 
 Triumphant o'er the Night ; 
 In dread difmay exclaim the Powers of Hell -j 
 We hailed Him as the dead : j 
 
 With Him our jway has fled. 
 The firjl-fruits of the jleepers breaks our fpelhj 
 We hold the dead ; He raijes all For He ; 
 Has drawn thy Jling, O Death ; robbed. Grave, \ 
 thy viSory. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye Gates ! 
 
 The King of Glory waits, ; 
 
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 He waitsbut for the Rainbow round His Throne : 
 One half the ring is Jet 
 On earth, the rejl is met 
 In plighted faith where earth and Heaven are one : 
 The Bride may lift the veil, her Lord tojee: 
 Where now thy Jling, O Death ? where, Grave, 
 thy viSory ? 
 
 He comes ! He comes, once more ! 
 Roll back the golden door, 
 The Trumpet founds : once more the Lord is 
 come. 
 
 In fecond Advent-tide 
 He comes to claim the Bride, 
 And bear the Children to their Heavenly home : 
 There God Jhall wipe the tear from every eye : 
 Where is thy Jling, O Death ? O Grave, thy 
 viSory ? 
 
 3|efu0 lebt, mit 315m mtl ic!). 
 
 ESUS lives no longer now 
 
 Can thy terrors, Death, appal us ; 
 Jesus lives by this we know 
 
 Thou, O Grave, canjl not enthral us : 
 Brighter fcenes at Death commence ; 
 This Jhall be our confidence. 
 
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 Jesus lives to Him the Throne 
 
 High o'er Heaven and earth is given ; 
 
 We may go where He is gone, 
 
 Rejl and reign with Him in Heaven : 
 
 God through Christ forgives offence ; 
 
 This jhall be our confidence. 
 
 Jesus lives who now defpairs, 
 
 Spurns the Word which God hath fpoken ; 
 Pledged to grant tojinners' prayers, 
 
 Grace whereby Jin's yoke is broken : 
 Christ rejeSs not penitence ; 
 This Jhall be our confidence. 
 
 Jesus lives for us He died ; 
 
 Hence will we, to Jesus living, 
 Pure in heart and aS abide, 
 
 Praije to Him and Glory giving : 
 Freely God doth Grace dijpenje ; 
 This Jhall be our confidence. 
 
 Jesus lives our hearts know well, 
 
 Nought from us His Love Jhall Jever ; 
 
 Life nor Death, nor powers of Hell, 
 Part us now from Christ for ever : 
 
 God will be a fure Defence ; 
 
 This Jhall be our confidence. 
 
 Jesus lives henceforth is Death 
 Entrance-gate of Life immortal ; 
 
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 This jhall calm our trembling breath. 
 
 When we pajs its gloomy portal : 
 Faith Jhall cry, as fails each fenje 
 Lord, Thou art our Confidence. 
 
 *T[jiVOU[^BV (TOV XplG'TB, TO CCOTfjpiOV Uccdog. 
 
 HRIST, we Jlng Thy javing PaQion, i 
 
 Thine Arijing glorify ; 
 
 Death for ever to abolifh \ 
 
 Thou upon the Crojs didjl die ; j 
 
 Then from Hades Thou didJl hajlen, I 
 
 As alone Omnipotent ; I 
 
 Grant us Peace in life, Redeemer, j 
 
 Joy when earthly life is Jpent. I 
 
 Sing we now Thy Condejcenjion, I 
 
 Christ, with God the Father One ; | 
 
 We in lofty hymns will praije Thee, 1 
 
 Mary-Mother's BleJBed Son. 1 
 
 Thou for us as Man didJl Juifer, 4 
 
 Willingly the CroJs didJl bear, J 
 
 That Thy RefurreSion-glory j 
 
 We, the jbns of men, may Jhare. | 
 
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 Coming as from bridal chamber, ] 
 
 Robed with orient morning-light, 1 
 
 Bringing to the world Salvation, | 
 
 Spoiling Hell of all her might ; | 
 
278 (Eafter. 
 
 Raijing by Thy Refurrefiion, 
 
 Man to dignity mojl high; 
 Christ, may we with pure thankjgiving 
 
 Thee for ever glorify. 
 
 iD ffitie u0 Peace* 
 
 GIVE us Peace the weary Heathen 
 cried 
 Peace hath its home without, above, 
 around, 
 
 In Jky, on wave, in flowers it doth abide, 
 Only within our hearts it is not found. 
 
 We know not whence it flows nor what it is ; 
 
 But ye, ye fay, are come from a far Jhore 
 Bringing for boon glad News of Joy to this 
 
 What greater joy than Peace ? what lack we 
 more ? 
 
 Thus Jpake in theje lajl times jad Africa ; 
 
 And then the Angel of a Church new-born 
 Told them how in the pajl men yearned as they, 
 
 And how Peace came on the firjl Eajler morn. 
 
 For jince on earth the curje primaeval came 
 Till o'er it Feet Divine in blejjing trode. 
 
 From many a heart in cares and need the jame 
 That cry O give us Peace went up to God. 
 
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 That cry was heard as on this happy Day 
 
 When earth at dawn was bid its Trujl dijclofe, 
 
 When One came down from Heaven and rolled 
 away 
 A Jlone, and He Who is our Peace arofe. 
 
 When with His own ere death He communed lajl 
 'Twas Peace He left them, 'twas His Peace 
 He gave, 
 And ' Peace !' was His firjl Greeting when He pajjed 
 Through the Jhut doors as forth from the Jfealed 
 Grave. 
 
 Mojl Jure the Gift of Peace He brought us then, 
 Peace from the wall broke down, the breach 
 made whole, 
 
 Peace between God and man, and Man and men. 
 Peace in that weary inner world, man's Soul. 
 
 Have we not Peace? hath He not heard our prayer? 
 
 The New-birth waters were to us His Tomb, 
 We rofe from them as He from it, and there 
 
 The trouble, Jin, lay dead as in earth's gloom. 
 
 Shall we be troubled more ? Jhall heirs of Heaven 
 Send from regenerate hearts the Heathen's cry? 
 
 Shall we to whom a better Peace was given 
 Be Jhamed by outward Nature's harmony ? 
 
 Ah, the glad Eajler-bells ; they anjwer No ; 
 
 Our hearts mujl be where Christ is, far on High: 
 Daily, within, the only Peace Jhall grow, 
 
 If Jin, the only trouble, daily die. 
 
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 (Eatltr* 
 
 ^it eft tiie0 tierug? 2Deu | 
 
 HIS is indeed the Day of God, \ 
 
 Serene its holy Light within, \ 
 
 When, in His Son's mojl jacred Blood,^ 
 
 Was wajhed away the world's fbuljin J 
 
 To Souls deflroyed. It brings relief; \ 
 
 To darkened, makes the vijlon clear, \ 
 
 Wherein the late-forgiven Thief ' 
 Dijjblves the Jpell of guilty fear. 
 
 His Crojs of Jhame with honour crowned, \ 
 
 Swift he acquired in Jesus trufl ; \ 
 
 Then, Jwifter, at one blejQtd bound, 
 
 Roje to the Manfions of the Juft. \ 
 
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 A wonder Angels had not wi(l ] 
 
 His limbs are rent with penal woes, i 
 
 Yet, clinging in its guilt to Christ, j 
 
 His Soul to Life eternal goes. ] 
 
 O Myjlery ! adoring, fall ! 
 
 Blood that the world's pollution Jcours, 
 
 And takes away the Jins of all ; j 
 
 Flejh which rejlores the lapje of ours. i 
 
 Ah ! what can be jublime as this ? 
 
 That Grace Jhould come in quefl of guilt, 
 Sweet Charity jad fear dijmijs. 
 
 And new Life jpring from Blood-drops Jpilt, 
 
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 Can greedy Death the hook devour ? 
 
 Himjelf enjhare in his own mejh ? 
 The Life of men he firjl o'erpower ? 
 
 And then, that Life Jlart up afrejh ? 
 
 Though death on our whole race hath pajt, 
 
 Can all the dead to life arife ? 
 And he, with his own Jiroke down cajl, 
 
 Mourn 'tis himjelf alone that dies ? 
 
 Author of all ! here jeen by faith, 
 In this glad Feajl we look to Thee : 
 
 From every pang and power of Death, 
 For ever jet Thy People free. 
 
 alleluia! C^ria 10 mUn. 1 
 
 LLELUI A ! Chrijl is Rijen ^ 
 
 Conqueror o'er Sin and Death ; 
 
 Bur/ling from the death-dark prijbn, j 
 
 Heaven's high Throne He chal- i 
 
 lengeth. j 
 
 In the Tomb, deformed and gory, ] 
 
 Reft of Life the Saviour lay ; j 
 
 Now on God's Right Hand in Glory j 
 
 O'er the world He beareth jway. i 
 
 Every knee Jhall bend before Him, | 
 
 Every tongue proclaim Him Lord ; | 
 
282 (Eaffm I 
 
 BleQed is the Womb that bore Him, ] 
 
 Blejl are they who keep His Word. \ 
 
 Raije then, Lord, our hearts, we pray Thee, ; 
 
 From the earth to Heaven above ; i 
 
 Where in Blijs for ever may we j 
 
 Sing Thy Mercies and Thy Love. | 
 
 Ccce tempu0 eft iernale* 
 
 PRING is in its beauty glowing, ) 
 
 When the Tree, unique in growing, \ 
 
 Through the world its branches throwing 
 
 Bears our wondrous Ranjbm, Jhowinj 
 
 Man o'er Death viSorious. 
 
 Urged by Jews of cruel feeling, i 
 
 Men His myjlic Fruit are peeling ; 1 
 
 O'er the Crojs His Blood is Jlealing ; 
 Heaven grows dark, the earth is reeling, 
 At this deed notorious. 
 
 Charged with blajphemy and treafon, ] 
 
 See Him jcourged, and juffering lejlon 
 From the Crown of Thorns' adhefion, 
 Tajling gall, and, without reajbn, 
 
 Bearing JcofFs opprobrious. ] 
 
 But, while frantic Jews are crying, I 
 
 * Lead Him off for crucifying ;' 
 
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 While in torments He is dying ; 
 To our race, in mijery lying, 
 Comes Salvation glorious. 
 
 Saints of God, from your dejeSion 
 Rife in faith and Jlrong affeSion ; 
 Give your hearts to joy's direSion ; 
 Lo ! the Day of RefurreSion 
 Dawns in brightness o'er us. 
 
 ifiu feommen aer toaor ^ao^feafroejli- 
 
 UR Pafchal Joy at lajl is here, 
 We praife Thee, Christ, Redeemer 
 
 dear, 
 From death Thy Servants Thou dojl 
 jave, 
 Thyjelf arijlng from the Grave. 
 
 The Tree of Life its Fruit hath borne, 
 The Tree where Thou wajl hung in jcorn, 
 Whereon Thy rojy Blood was Jhed 
 And now we feed on Heavenly Bread, 
 
 We praije Thee, Jesu, for Thy Hand 
 Hath freed us from Corruption's band, 
 Our weary thraldom now is o'er. 
 We bow beneath the Law no more. 
 
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 True Pajchal Lamb, for Jinners jlain, j 
 
 Christ, free from blemijh, pure from Jlain, j 
 Be Thou our Strength, our Food, our Life, 
 In all our need, in all our jlrife. 
 
 Thou Who hajl conquered Hell in fight ; 
 
 We can do all things through Thy Might, \ 
 
 Set free the jlaves, to give Thee laud, j 
 
 And bring them to the Land of God. ' 
 
 O Rifen Lord, grant us to rife, 
 
 As Thou hajl done, in joyful wife, l 
 
 Firjl, for Thy Work, from error's gloom, ] 
 
 Then, on the Lajl Day, from the tomb. 
 
 We praife Thee, Who from Death's fierce hole 
 The carnal, under evil jbld, i 
 
 Hajl freed, and pointed out the way ; 
 
 Where we mujl tread to live for aye. ; 
 
 (BdO isf gone up toitlj a merrp iJioiTe. ' 
 
 OD is gone up with a merry noije | 
 Of Saints that fmg on high. 
 
 With His own Right Hand and i 
 
 holy Arm ^ 
 
 He hath won the viSory. \ 
 
 Now empty are the courts of Death, 
 
 And crujhed thy Jling, Defpair : 1 
 
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 And rojes bloom in the dejert tomb, 
 For Jesus hath been there. 
 
 And He hath tamed the Jlrength of Hell, 
 And dragged him through the Jky, 
 
 And captive behind His Chariot wheel 
 He hath bound Captivity, 
 
 !^aec eft fancta S^ollemnitas roUemnitatum. 
 
 AIL ! the holy Day of days : 
 High the jbng of triumph raije ; 
 To the Saviour's Glory tell 
 How the Crojs hath vanquijhed Hell, 
 
 And the empire, old and Jlrong, 
 
 Satan's power had held Jo long. 
 
 By the precious Blood are we 
 
 Now Redeemed of Christ, and free ; 
 
 High thank jgiving therefore raije, 
 
 Sing the great Redeemer's praije. 
 
 King of kings, thy Saints unite 
 
 To the choir of Angels bright ; 
 
 Hear them when they make their prayer, 
 
 For Thy Worjhip is their care ; 
 
 Show them, Lord, Thy tender Grace, 
 
 All the jweetnejs of Thy Face. 
 
 Thou, Who wouldjl not man Jhould lie 
 
 Under righteous doom to die. 
 
 Who, for man, didjl Jloop Jo low 
 
 Death Thyjelf to undergo. 
 
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 Thou hajl changed that Law of doom, 
 Rijing from Thy jacred Tomb. 
 Now, Thy bitter Pajjion done, 
 Thou, the Well-beloved Son 
 Of the Father, throned on high, 
 Rulejl all below the Jky. 
 Alleluia ! Lord, we Jing 
 Jesu, Christ, Redeemer, King. 
 
 E is rijen ! He is rijen ! J 
 
 Jesus Christ is rifen to-day : 
 He the bands of Death hath riven. 
 He, the Life, the Truth, the Way J 
 
 Why approach, ye weeping fair, 
 Bringing Unguents for your King ? 
 
 Ye but find a Jhining pair 
 
 Who the Joyous Anthems Jing j 
 
 He is rijen ! He is rijen ! 
 
 Jesus Christ is rijen to-day : \ 
 
 He the bands of Death hath riven. 
 
 He, the Life, the Truth, the Way : j 
 
 Hajle ye to proclaim the jlory ; 
 
 Linger not around the Tomb : j 
 
 Hajle to find the Lord of Glory 
 
 In His Rejurrefiion bloom. | 
 
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 So may we, when loved ones bearing 
 To the dull and cheerlejs grave, 
 
 Hear a Voice from Heaven declaring 
 Jesus died, and roje to fave. 
 
 Now, O Death, in triumph jwallowed. 
 
 Where is vijible thy jling ? 
 Hades ! e'en thy courts were hallowed 
 
 By the prefence of thy King. 
 
 Gone, O Grave, thy power for ever ; 
 
 Vanijhed is the Jlrength of Jin : 
 Jesus came Hell's chains to Jever ; 
 
 Christ our ViSory hath been. 
 
 Myriad myriad tongues are pealing 
 Forth their hymn of joy to-day ; 
 
 Heaven and earth, one rapture feeling. 
 Blend in one harmonious lay 
 
 He is rijen ! He is rijen ! 
 
 Jesus Christ is rijen to-day : 
 He the bands of Death hath riven, 
 
 He, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 
 
 )alte! fetta 2Die0, tota ienerabiligf aetio* 
 
 AIL ! Day of days, in peals of praije 
 Throughout all ages owned. 
 When Christ our God, Hell's empire 
 trod, 
 And high o'er Heaven was throned. 
 
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288 (Eaffer* l 
 
 Thou junn'Jl the year, the months dojl cheer, \ 
 
 Thou, Day of days mqft bright, \ 
 
 Dojl through each hour thy brightnejs pour, ] 
 
 All time and jpace dojl light. 1 
 
 Christ, Heaven's true Wealth, earth's favinj 
 Health, 
 
 Creator, Saviour Blefl, 
 
 God's only Son, th' Eternal One, \ 
 
 True God of God confejl. i 
 
 When wrecked and drowned in depth profound i 
 
 Thine Eye lojl man jurveyed ; ! 
 
 Thou, wondrous Plan ! to refcue man, | 
 
 Thyjelf True Man wert made. ^ 
 
 I 
 Who Life dq/l give to all that live. 
 
 Thou lay'Jl Thee on Thy Bier ; 1 
 
 From gloomy Grave to raije and jave, I 
 
 Thou walk'Jl the Valley drear. \ 
 
 Almighty Lord, fulfil the Word ] 
 
 Thou gav'Jl Thy mourning Dove, ; 
 
 *Tis the third morn ; to Life return ; 
 
 Arije, my buried Love. j 
 
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 Thy Face reflore. Thy Light once more \ 
 
 O'er worlds reviving jhed ; j 
 
 Bring back the day, which far away j 
 
 When Thou wert dying, fled. i 
 
H^aili 2Da?Df jopu0iaeft* 289 
 
 The gates unclofe, the bars unlooje, 
 
 The Souls in bondage free, 
 And raije up all, whate'er doth fall, 
 
 That all may rije with Thee. 
 
 AIL ! Day of joyous Rejl, 
 On which our Lord aroje ; 
 Now every Chrijlian breajl 
 With jacred pleajure glows ; 
 And every Chrijlian tongue Jhould jing 
 An Eajler-jbng to Sion's King. 
 
 Ah, erjl, on midnight ground. 
 
 In Jbrrow He was found 
 
 Bedewed with His own Blood, 
 
 While crying unto God : 
 Strange was that bitter Agony, 
 He felt in thee, Gethjemane ! 
 
 And on the myjlic Crofs 
 He Juffered wondrous lojs ; 
 'Midjl pain and foul difgrace. 
 His Father hid His Face ; 
 And earth and Hell were aSive then 
 To crujh the Friend of friendlefs men. 
 
 He died and Jofeph's Tomb 
 Gave the prediSed room 
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290 (Eadcr^ 
 
 To bury Him ; and there, 
 With Jlern and jealous care, 
 To make it Jure, they jealed the Jlone, 
 And left Him with their guards alone. 
 
 But all their craft and power 
 Availed them not that hour ; 
 Th' appointed time was come, 
 And forthwith from the Tomb 
 He rofe ; for, lo ! th' ajlonijhed rock 
 Was Jhivered, as by earthquake-Jhock. 
 
 Yes, Jesus left the grave. 
 And took His Life again ; 
 
 And now He lives to Jave 
 The dying Jons of men 
 
 Let His triumphant praije be fung 
 
 Through every land by every tongue. 
 
 ^z i& not 5ere ! ] 
 
 E is not here ! What words of cheer, 
 Of viSory, that early dawn 
 Heard Angels utter Seek not here : 
 This is the ReJurreSion-morn. 
 
 He is not here ! It could not be ' 
 
 That Death Jhould hold his Conqueror. Run; 
 
 Tell them ; where they laid Him Jee, 
 
 See how the conquejl He hath won. 
 
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9^ovti0 porttgf fcartig, fortig* 291 
 
 He Is not here ! The Triumph jpread, 
 Christ, the Firjl Fruits, was the cry 
 
 Of willing Martyrs as they bled ; 
 To rije with Him 'twas gain to die. 
 
 He is not here ! Then all is well ; 
 
 It breathes a hope, it lights the way ; 
 Thou will not leave my Soul in Hell, 
 
 Now He hath rijen, all may jay. 
 
 a^orttjs porti0 fractigf, fortijs* 
 
 O ! the gates of Death are broken, 
 
 And the Jlrong Man armed is jpoiled 
 Of his armour which he trujled. 
 By the Jlronger Arm dejpoiled. 
 Vanquijhed is the Prince of Hell, 
 Smitten by the Crojs he fell. 
 
 Then the purejl Light rejplendent 
 
 Shone thoje jeats of darknejs through, 
 When, to jave whom He created, 
 
 God willed to create anew. 
 That the Jinner might not perijh, 
 
 For him the Creator dies. 
 By Whofe Death our dark lot changing, 
 
 Life again for us doth rije. 
 
 Satan groaned, defeated then. 
 When the ViSor ranjbmed men ; 
 
292 (Eatter* 
 
 Fatal was to him the Jlrife, 
 Unto man the jburce of life ; 
 Captured as he Jeized his prey, 
 He is Jlain as he would Jlay. 
 
 Thus the King all Hell hath vanquijhed 
 
 Glorioujly and mightily ; 
 On the firjl day leaving Hades, 
 
 ViSor He returns on High. 
 Thus God brought man back to Heaven, 
 
 When He rofe from out the Grave, 
 The pure primal Life bejlowing, 
 
 Which creating firjl He gave. 
 By the Sufferings of his Maker, 
 
 To his perfeS Paradije 
 The firjl dweller thus returneth 
 
 Wherefore theje glad fongs arije. 
 
 ToV TTpO TjXlOV TjXtOV OVVOCVTU TTOTB Iv TUPCf. 
 
 j S thofe who feek the break of day 
 Full early in the morning, 
 The women came where Jesus lay. 
 Who late had borne the jcorning. 
 Sweet Ointment in their hands they brought, 
 
 And ere the Sun had rifen. 
 The Sun of Righteoufnejs they fought. 
 Now Jet within Death's prijbn. 
 
3 fenoto tfiat m? IBleoeemer liietlj. 293 
 
 And thus they cried The Body here, 
 
 Let us give new anointing ; 
 The quick'ning Flejh, the Body dear, 
 
 Which by Divine appointing 
 From this dark Sepulchre Jhall rife, 
 
 And Adam's race deliver, 
 And lift the fallen to the Jkies 
 
 To reign in Blijs for ever. 
 
 And like the Magi, hajlen we 
 
 To Him with love adoring ; 
 Sweet Spices, too, our gifts Jhall be, 
 
 And we mujl weep, imploring 
 That He, in Jwaddling Clothes no more, 
 
 But in fine Linen lying. 
 Would grant the fallen when life is o'er, 
 
 The Gift of Life undying. 
 
 H ! to write 
 
 In refulgent rays of Light : 
 Grave in brafs ; or Jhape the pages, 
 Which the matchlefs Truth recite 
 In the Rock that lives through ages ; 
 Yea, with adamantine pen record 
 Every word. 
 
 Prejfed with woe, 
 This I confidently know 
 
294 (Eaaer. 
 
 My Divine Redeemer liveth 
 
 Yet to reappear below. 
 Oh, what joy that profpeS giveth, 
 Gilding with a blaze of Heavenly light 
 Death's dread night. 
 
 In the Tomb 
 Let this frame of dujl conjume ; 
 Yet theje eyes, in jwift tranfition, 
 
 Reawaken from their gloom, 
 Theje jhall yet attain the Vijion 
 Of my God and Saviour, as He is, 
 Throned in Blijs. 
 
 mabboni ! 
 
 ABBONI ! Majler, Lord Divine, 
 So jadly lojl, [o jlrangely found ! 
 Once more I touch, once more I twine 
 My arms thoje Jacred Feet around. 
 Hold Thee I mujl ; for much I fear me, 
 
 That but for this enforced delay, 
 Elijah-like, Thy God will bear thee 
 I know not whither, far away. 
 
 Mary ! I came not from above 
 
 As thofe white-robed Angels come. 
 
 To do jbme deed of wrath or love. 
 
 Then jpread their wings in hajle for home. 
 
f^alleluja!) ! C^nffug Izhu 29s 
 
 Not yet unto My Throne afcended 
 Unlooje thy grajp ; juch fears are vain : 
 
 Depart, and ere My Work is ended 
 Thou Jhalt behold My Face again. 
 
 Detain Me not. The loving touch 
 
 But wajies the hour of loving deeds, 
 And all thou valuejl Jo much, 
 
 While yet we linger, ujelejs fpeeds. 
 Go, bid My Brethren hajle before Me, 
 
 Hence to their native Galilee, 
 There Jhall thy Lord ajcend in Glory, 
 
 And they My Heavenward flight Jhall fee. 
 
 And thou let not thy courage Jhrink ; 
 
 Abfent, I Jhall be with thee Jlill ; 
 My Flejh to eat, My Blood to drink, 
 
 My Spirit in thy heart to dwell. 
 I go unto our common Father ; 
 
 Yet in My Name, in mutual prayer, 
 Wherever two or three Jhall gather, 
 
 There Jhall they meet and touch Me there. 
 
 I^allelujal) ! C!)riau0 lebt 
 
 LLELUIA! Jesus lives; 
 
 He is now the Living One : 
 From the gloomy houje of Death 
 Forth the Conqueror has gone, 
 
296 <E after- 
 
 Bright Forerunner to the Jkies l 
 
 Of His People, yet to rije. | 
 
 Jesus lives, let all rejoice; j 
 
 Praife Him, ranjbmed ones of earth ; I 
 
 Praije Him, in a nobler fong, ] 
 
 Cherubim of Heavenly birth ; \ 
 
 Praife the ViSor-King, Whoje Sway J 
 
 Sin, and Death, and Hell obey. 
 
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 Jesus lives, why weepejl thou ? ] 
 
 Why that jad and frequent Jigh ? i 
 He Who died our Brother here, 
 Lives our Brother Jlill on high. 
 
 Lives for ever to bejlow 
 
 Bleflings on His Church below. \ 
 
 Jesus lives, and thus, my Soul, 
 
 Life eternal waits for thee ; \ 
 
 Joined to Him, thy living Head, 
 Where He is, thou too jhalt be ; 
 
 With Himjblf; at His Right Hand, I 
 ViSor over Death Jhalt jland. | 
 
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 Jesus lives, to Him my heart \ 
 
 Draws with ever-new delight : j 
 
 Earthly vanities, depart, 
 
 Hinder not my Heavenward flight ; 
 Let this Spirit ever rije 
 To its Magnet in the Jkies. j 
 
^mt luctum Sl^afftialena- 297 
 
 Alleluia ! Angels, Jlng, 
 
 Join us in our hymn of praije, 
 Let your chorus Jwell the Jlrain 
 Which our feebler voices raife 
 Glory to our God above, 
 And on earth His Peace and Love. 
 
 i&one lactam a^aglialena^ 
 
 ARY ! put thy grief away, 
 
 And thy dropping eyelid clear, 
 'Tis not Simon's feajl to-day, 
 'Tis no time to jhed a tear ; 
 There are thoujand jprings of Joy, 
 Thoufand Jprings of transport high. 
 
 Mary ! learn to Jmile again, 
 
 Let thy beaming forehead brighten, 
 Far is banijhed every pain. 
 
 Now the Sun of funs doth lighten. 
 Christ the World from Death hath freed. 
 Yea, the Lord is rijen indeed. 
 
 Mary ! leap for Joy and gladnejs, 
 
 Christ hath triumphed o'er the tomb. 
 
 He hath clofed the jcene of Jadnejs, 
 He ofDeath hath jealed the doom, 
 
 Whom thou late in death wert mourning 
 
 Welcome now to life returning. 
 
298 (Eaaec, \ 
 
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 Mary ! lift thy trembling glance, j 
 
 View Him rijen with deep amaze, 1 
 
 See, how fair that Countenance, { 
 
 On thofe Wounds rejplendent gaze. I 
 
 How like purefl pearls they Jhine, ] 
 
 Sparkling all with life Divine. i 
 
 Mary ! live, yea, live again, j 
 Now thy Light again hath Jhone, 
 
 Tranjport jwell through every vein, \ 
 
 Now the Jling of Death is gone. ^ 
 
 Far away be gloom and jadnejs, 1 
 
 All once more be joy and gladnejs. \ 
 
 HE joyful Morn ! the joyful Mom ! 
 
 The Day of days hath come. 
 The bonds of mighty Death are torn. 
 And vanquijhed is the Tomb. 
 The joyful Morn ! Oh, Joy of joys ! 
 
 The Lord hath conquered Hell, 
 And Death hath heard, who all dejlroys, 
 
 His own deep pajjing-bell. 
 The joyful Morn ! the Tomb is left, 
 
 No more the Lord is there ; 
 The trembling earth and rocks have cleft. 
 And Joy jprings up for fear. 
 
Slurora lucigf rutilat. 299 
 
 The Angels and Archangels fair \ 
 
 In Heaven their harps new Jlring, 
 
 And in earth's jweet-toned chorus Jhare, | 
 
 And rapturoufly Jing | 
 
 Captives we were, and chained, and bound \ 
 
 To bitter mijery ; | 
 
 But, at Thy Rejurre8ion-]bun d \ 
 
 No more, for we are free : | 
 
 Free Thee to jerve in humble Fear, | 
 
 In duteous Love and Joy ; 1 
 
 Free from our ancient bondage drear ; ^ 
 
 Free for the Saints' employ. ] 
 
 Aurora luci0 rutilan \ 
 
 HE ruddy Morning clear and bright I 
 
 Glows jweetly out with new-born Light ; ] 
 
 The Heaven with jblemn praijes rings, \ 
 
 And earth with exultation Jings, \ 
 
 Whiljl Hell wails forth her bitterejl moans, 1 
 
 And at her very centre groans, I 
 
 As the Almighty King of Heaven, ] 
 The bonds of Death in Junder riven. 
 
 Low trampling down the powers of Hell, \ 
 
 Frees from deep pain us mijerable : | 
 
 He, Who before in Death repojed, j 
 
 By the rocky Tomb enclojed, I 
 
 Whilfl jlone, and jeal, the Jbldiers Jhare i 
 
 Of the awful Tomb the care, \ 
 
 Triumphantly o'er Jin's jad reign I 
 Now leads on high His noble Train. 
 
300 (Badtv. 
 
 CeDant juttt Cffna luctu^. 
 
 jOY ! O joy ! ye broken-hearted, 
 Joy ! the deathful ]ea is parted : 
 Here and there the ramping wave 
 Frowns befide an empty grave ; 
 With His Blood the Lamb has laved us, 
 With His PaJflTrng Christ has faved us, 
 Shouting on the Red-Sea Jhore 
 Alleluias ! evermore. 
 
 Loud above the billows' thunder, 
 Sound the chains He rives ajunder ; 
 
 Saints below of ancient days 
 
 Glijlen with His rijing Rays, 
 Saints who died before they Jaw Him 
 Yearn to rije on earth before Him, 
 
 Yearn to take the form He wore 
 
 Alleluia ! evermore. 
 
 All our marbled Jlumber breaking, 
 From our Jinful dreams awaking, 
 
 From our worldly cerements free, 
 
 Jesus, make us rije with Thee 
 Thee, our Death, Hell's portals rending. 
 Thee our Life, to God ajcending 
 
 All our Blejjings to rejlore ; 
 
 Alleluia! evermore. 
 
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 ^oli 9^0 tanffere. 
 
 OUCH Me not, Mary, touch Me not ; 
 Thy eager love rejlrain : 
 Touch Me not, Mary, touch Me not, 
 For I have rijen again. 
 
 This Body, Mary, is not now 
 
 As while I Jat at meat, 
 A Jinner, Mary, Juch as thou, 
 
 With tear-drops wajhed My Feet. 
 
 No longer, Mary, may thy heart 
 
 An earthly homage Jhow ; 
 No longer, Mary, till we part 
 
 The fond carefs bejlow. 
 
 For quickly, Mary, to My Throne, 
 
 Beyond that dark blue Jky, 
 This Body, Mary, mujl be gone, 
 
 And veiled from human eye. 
 
 Then mayejl thou, Mary, drawing near, 
 With love more true and warm. 
 
 Behold Me, Mary, touch Me here 
 In Sacramental Form. 
 
 Faith's yearning, Mary, then jhall bind 
 
 Me clofer to thy Soul ; 
 And contrite Jinners ever find 
 
 My Prejence make them whole. 
 
302 (Eafter. j 
 
 Touch Me not, Mary, I ajcend I 
 
 Go, hajle. My Brethren tell j 
 
 In Heaven your Monarch, Saviour, Friend, j 
 True God and Man to dwell. \ 
 
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 Miz Itntlitl) ttca^lt tiagf 9t^org:enrot|) ! \ 
 
 OW brightly glows the morning red ! i 
 Our Life hath conquered, Death hathj 
 fled, ; 
 
 The Tomb is void, the warders foiled,! 
 The Heavens exult, and Hell is Jpoiled, j 
 
 The whole Creation's wide expanje 1 
 
 Joys in its Rifen Saviour's Glance, j 
 
 For He, Who dead and buried lay, 
 Hath cajl the cords of Death away. 
 His jacred Wounds are gleaming bright, 
 And choirs of Angels in the height i 
 
 Upon the clouds of purple rejl, a 
 
 To watch that Rejurredion blejl. 
 Before the rijing of the jun \ 
 
 The Women to the Tomb are gone. 
 And Jlore of fpices with them bring ! 
 
 To grace the Body of the King. j 
 
 And lo ! befide the open Grave, 
 A white-robed Angel tidings gave 
 Why jeek ye Him among the dead ? 
 He hath arijen, and forth is fped. \ 
 
 Our eyes have jeen, our tongue Jhall tell 
 That Christ hath conquered Death and Hell,j 
 
C^e Hora 10 rifeit to-M^, 303 
 
 The might of Jin is done away, 
 And Judah's Lion wins the day. 
 Thy Conquejl is our faith, O Lord, 
 For evermore endures Thy Word, 
 Believing thus, in hope we die, 
 To live in Thee for aye on high. 
 
 Cl)e Horti id vittn to-M^. 
 
 HE Lord is rifen to-day. 
 Our Souls triumphant fay ; 
 Behold, He leaves the Grave, 
 Omnipotent to jave : 
 Let Heaven and earth their mujic bring 
 To hail the world's Redeeming King. 
 
 The Lord is rifen to blefs 
 
 Mankind with Righteoufnefs ; 
 To make His Grace abound 
 Where'er the curfe is found ; 
 That jinners may have caufe to Jing 
 The faving Glory of their King. 
 
 The Lord is rifen, and all 
 
 His enemies mujl fall ; 
 His Triumphs jhall be fung 
 By men of every tongue : 
 With fongs the Univerfe fhall ring 
 In praife of our all-conquering King. 
 
304 (Eaffer* 
 
 The Lord is rijen, and we 
 Shall jhare His ViSory ; 
 We die ; but we Jhall rife 
 
 Through Him and mount the jkies ; 
 And then the Church in Heaven Jhall Jing 
 Her dying, rijing, reigning King. 
 
 ^aec ttt 2DieiS triumpl)ali0* i 
 
 ELCOME the triumphal token, \ 
 
 Day to ruined world how Jweet,| 
 
 When the Foeman's power was ; 
 
 broken, j 
 
 And our ills found comfort meet ! ] 
 
 Know ye not this Day [o jplendid, i 
 
 Shining with Jo fair a crown, j 
 
 WitneJJed Jin's dominion ended, 'i 
 
 And the Evil One cajl down ? | 
 
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 Then, the Prince of darknejs flying, j 
 
 Every baneful charm did ceaje, \ 
 
 Health came to the Jick and dying, 
 
 Rofe on earth the reign of peace ; I 
 
 Death the Jling of death undoing, 
 
 Hope of Life returned to-day ; ] 
 
 Sin's Jlronghold was hurled to ruin. 
 
 And pollution chajed away. i 
 
 Since then Christ our Souls hath cherijhed 
 In a union Jiich as this. 
 
9l^iti0 SLsm^y Heo fDrti0* 305 
 
 And on earth hath freely perijhed 
 For the things we wrought amijs, 
 
 Rightly may we hymn His Story, 
 And our Pajchal banquet Jpread, 
 
 Heart, word, work proclaim His Glory, 
 Rijing with Him from the dead. 
 
 ^f)e EefurrectiDn : Sin ^croatc* 
 
 AISE the high Hymn to Him Who died ; 
 Exalt, and praije the Crucified ; 
 Sing, and loud thankjgivings raije 
 Upon each injlrument of praife : 
 
 Rend the high Heaven with Jhouts of joy. 
 
 Repeat again, again employ 
 
 Every power that we pojjejs ; 
 
 Christ is rijen, let us blejs 
 
 The Author of our happinejs : 
 
 Jesus, Lord, let me abide 
 
 Only near Thy pierced Side ; 
 
 'Neath Thy Wings, me ever hide. 
 
 OW thy gentle Lamb, O Sion, 
 Shows the Jlrength of Judah's Lion ; 
 Hell's Jlern fetters hold Him not : 
 Dawns the third day o'er His prijbn. 
 And our Mighty Saviour, rifen. 
 Makes us Jhare His glorious Lot. 
 
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3o6 Cafter- 
 
 Holy Women, with devotion 
 
 Such as jprings from love's emotion, 
 
 Bring fweet unguents to His Tomb ; 
 There, O wonderful tranfition ! 
 Worthy of the Heavenly Vijion, 
 
 Glory meets them in the gloom. 
 
 One in faith that fcorns defeSion, 
 Equal in their warm affeSion 
 
 For His Name Whoje Grave they jeek. 
 Back they fee the Jlone is taken, 
 And the opened Tomb forjaken. 
 
 Whence they hear an Angel fpeak 
 
 Fear not, loving Souls ; but going 
 Quickly back, the ViJion Jhowing, 
 
 Say to Peter and the rejl 
 Jesus lives, o'er Death viSorious, 
 Now to reign for ever glorious, 
 
 In the Regions of the blejl. 
 
 latCen^lifetoirtjClina. 
 
 wrSSS^af^ E are rijen with Christ to-day : 
 fc IbTiSi m 9 Why then do we loitering Jlay ? 
 Im^l^l Chrijlians' life jhould daily be 
 
 I ; 1 Dawn of Christ's Eternity. 
 
 Though on earth our journey lajl. 
 Yet the grave's dark night is pajl : 
 Jesus lives, no more to die 
 Death departs when Christ is nigh. 
 
laiTen %itz toitl) C^ritt. 307 
 
 Seeming all unchanged, we hide 
 In His Body Janflified : 
 There in deathlefs power who dwell, 
 Feel not earth and fear not Hell, 
 Let not cloudy phantoms come 
 Shutting out the Jight of Home ; 
 Welcome glad Jhould Eajler give, 
 Dead to earth, with Christ to live. 
 
 Are we fearful to depart. 
 Weary now and faint of heart ? 
 Day's full Jheen Jhall cheer far more 
 Than ought elfe that comes before. 
 Not from earth our life is found : 
 Not from earth our joys abound : 
 Christ in vain to earth would rife. 
 But as Sovereign of the Jldes. 
 
 Through the Grave the Virtue trine 
 Streams on us with Life Divine ; 
 Though far off we jeem to wait. 
 Heaven is near with opened gate. 
 Faith Jhall teach us how to tread, 
 Living here among the dead ; 
 Power unjeen it bids us own. 
 Looking to the Priejlly Throne. 
 
 Hope with courage Jlays the heart, 
 Sure of rejl, though worlds depart ; 
 Firm with Christ delights to Jland, 
 Meafuring earth from God's Right Hand. 
 
3o8 (Eader. 
 
 Charity eternal jprings 
 From the glorious King of Kings ; 
 Mild, with cleanjing lujlre burns ; 
 Born of God, to God returns ; 
 
 Lifts the will to reign above, 
 Lojl in God's almighty Love ; 
 Quickens felf with Heavenly glow. 
 Strong to aS for God below. 
 Let us then our voices raije 
 With new fongs of ceajelejs praije : 
 Let each deed a trumpet be, 
 Telling of Eternity. 
 
 SHictimae ^afcfiali* 
 
 ET Chrijlians grateful Hymns of praije: 
 
 To Christ our Pajchal ViSim raije. ? 
 The LAMfihas now redeemed the Sheep, 
 Sinners abjblved no. longer weep. 
 
 Christ Innocent their ranjbm paid, ! 
 
 Atonement to His Father made. \ 
 
 Death here has been engaged with Life, \ 
 
 Contending in a wondrous jlrife. 
 Life's Hero, numbered with the dead, 
 In Glory reigns, our living Head. 
 
 Tell us, O Mary, on that Day, j 
 
 What didjl thou fee upon thy way ? j 
 
 The Tomb of Christ, Who lives in Light, ! 
 
 I jaw, and hailed His Glory bright ; | 
 
%l)t (Eji;pectant Britre* 309 
 
 Angels, who witneJOfed and adored, 
 
 And linen Cloths which bound the Lord. 
 
 Christ, all my hope, Who truly roje. 
 
 To Galilee before you goes. 
 
 Christ truly rijen, we know and Jing 
 
 Have mercy Thou, viSorious King ! 
 
 j|UT on thy beautiful robes, Bride of 
 Christ, 
 For the King Jhall embrace Thee 
 to-day. 
 
 Break forth into Jinging, the morning has dawned, 
 And the Jhadows of night are away. 
 
 Shake off the dujl from thy feet, Bride of Christ, 
 For the Conqueror, girded with might. 
 
 Has vanquijhed the Foe, the Dragon cajl down. 
 And the cohorts of Hell put to flight. 
 
 Thou art the Bride of His Love, His EleS 
 Dry thy tears, for thy jbrrows are pajl ; 
 
 Lone were the hours when thy Lord was away. 
 But He comes with the morning at lajl. 
 
 The winds bear the noife of His chariot-wheels. 
 
 And the thunders of viSory roar ; 
 Lift up thy beautiful gates, Bride of Christ, 
 
 For the Grave has dominion no more. 
 
310 (Eatter^ ] 
 
 Once they arrayed Him with Jcorning ; but jee, 
 
 His Apparel is glorious now : 
 In His Hand are the Keys of Death and of Hell 
 
 And the Diadem gleams on His Brow. i 
 
 Hark ! 'tis her voice : Alleluia jhe Jings 
 
 Alleluia, the captives are free ; j 
 
 Unfolded the gates of Paradije Jland, 1 
 
 And unfolded for ever Jhall be. i 
 
 Choir anjwers Choir, where the Song has no enci 
 All the Saints raije Hofannahs on high ; | 
 
 Deep calls to deep in the ocean of Love, ; 
 
 As the Bride lifts her jubilant cry ! j 
 
 fe>alt)e ! 2Die5S tiurum gloria* ' 
 
 jEHOLD the Day the Lord hath made! 
 That peerlefs Day which cannot fade ^ 
 That Day of light, that Day of Joy, \ 
 Of glory which Jhall never cloy. 
 
 The Day on which the world was framed | 
 Has Jignal honour ever claimed : i 
 
 But Christ, arijing from the dead. 
 Unrivalled brightness o'er it Jhed. i 
 
 In hope of their Celejlial choice 
 Now let the Sons of Light rejoice : 
 Christ's Members in their lives declare ^ 
 
 What likenejs to their Head they bear. 
 For jblemn is our Feajl to-day, \ 
 
 And Jblemn are the vows we pay. j 
 
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fealte ! 2Die0 liferum glorfa. 311 
 
 This Day's jurpafling greatnejs claims 
 SurpaJJing joy, jurpajjing aims. 
 The Pajchal vidory difplays 
 The glory of our Fejlal days ; 
 Which type and Jhadow dimly bore, 
 In promije, to the Saints of yore. 
 The veil is rent : and lo ! unfold 
 The things the ancient Law foretold : 
 The figure from the Subjlance flies. 
 And Light the Jhadow's place Jupplies. 
 The Type the Spotlejs Lamb conveyed. 
 The Goat, where IJrael's Jins were laid ; 
 Messiah, purging our offence, 
 Difclojed in all their hidden Jenje. 
 By freely yielding up His Breath, 
 He freed us from the bonds of Death, 
 Who on that Prey forbidden flew. 
 And lojl the prey that was his due. 
 The ills on Jinful flejh that lay 
 His Jinlejs Flejh hath done away, 
 Which blooming frejh on that third morn 
 Ajfurance gave to Souls forlorn. 
 O wondrous Death of Christ, may we 
 Be made to live to Christ by thee ! 
 O deathlejs Death, dejlroy our Jin, 
 Give us the prize of Life to win ! 
 
312 (Cafter* 
 
 Eaa at m^ Crofjs ; earliett at ^i& (Brabe. \ 
 
 IS pajl, that night of deepejl gloom ; 
 'Tis rijen, the joyous jun ; \ 
 
 And, jleeplefs, to her Saviour's Tomb i 
 Poor Magdalene has run. 
 She gazed within the darkjbme grot, 
 
 Where His dear Form was laid ; 
 But, while pale death abjbrbed her thought, 
 Bright Angels were dijplayed. 
 
 With looks of Love, and words of Peace, 
 
 They jbothed her aching breajl : 
 When lo ! to bid all jbrrow ceafe ^ 
 
 Her Jesus Jlands confejjed. 
 And * Mary,' from that well-known Voice 
 
 Heaven's harmony its tone 
 Can injlant make the heart rejoice, \ 
 
 Which late could only groan. i 
 
 I 
 
 In that fepulchral Eden, lo ! 
 
 The Tree of Life rejlored ; 
 Imparadijed the Jcene of woe 
 
 By Angels and their Lord. 
 'Tis thus the Chrijlian fees the tomb 
 
 Begirt with Jhining bands ; j 
 
 And, while he eyes the place of gloom, j 
 
 Before him Jesus jlands. | 
 
313 
 
 fealty ! fetta 2DCe0, toto tjenerabiU's aeto* 
 
 AIL ! Day of days, in peals of praije 
 Throughout all ages owned, 
 When Christ our God, Hell's empire 
 trod. 
 And high o'er Heaven was throned. 
 
 This glorious Morn the world new-born 
 
 In rijing beauty Jhows ; 
 How, with her Lord to Life rejlored. 
 
 Her gifts and graces rofe. 
 
 The fpring jerene in Jparkling Jheen 
 
 The flower- clad earth arrays, 
 Heaven's portal bright its radiant light 
 
 In fuller flood dijplays. 
 
 The fiery fun in loftier noon 
 
 O'er Heaven's high orbit jhines, 
 As o'er the tide of waters wide 
 
 He rijes and declines. 1 
 
 From Hell's deep gloom, from earth*s dark tomb, 
 
 The Lord in triumph jbars ; 
 The forejls raife their leafy praije ; 
 
 The flowery field adores. 
 
 :i 
 
 As Jlar by Jlar He mounts afar. 
 And Hell imprifoned lies. 
 
Let Jlars and light and depth and height 
 In Alleluias rife. 
 
 Lo ! He Who died, the Crucified, 
 
 God over all He reigns ; 
 On Him we call, His creatures all. 
 
 Who Heaven and earth Jujlains. 
 
 %ltt SLn^d attmg; on tfie fetone. i 
 
 HE Soldiers were watching ; the Stone 
 lay jealed : I 
 
 But the Lord of Hojls is gone ; 
 No more Jhall earth bind Him, for God- 
 head revealed 
 From His glorified Body hath Jhone. ! 
 
 In vain were the Soldiers for furety placed. 
 
 To delay His Triumph-hour : 
 The Kingdom of Christ with a Glory is graced 
 Which JiirpaJJes their perijhing power. 
 
 He is gone : but the Grave is not empty yet, 
 
 Whence the Lord made Blefllngs Jpring : 
 For Angels unfeen in the Cave are Jet, 
 
 Their Heavenly mejjage to bring. 
 The Earth, at the bidding of God mojl High, \ 
 
 Its fearful earnejl gave 
 Of the lajl great quaking, when earth and Jky \ 
 
 Shall Jink in a bottomlejs grave. , 
 
^ma pairu0 tttia. 315 
 
 The Angel came, and rolled away 
 
 The Jlone which the Soldiers guard : 
 There fat He enthroned whom Hojls obey, 
 
 And vain was their feeble ward. 
 They jaw, and fank as the helplefs dead 
 
 At the vijion of Heaven's great Chief: 
 And foon as they woke to their terror, they fled 
 
 And told of that Jlrange relief. 
 
 For the Angel came in his robe of fnow, 
 
 A white and glittering form; 
 And the lightning flajhed from his Godlike brow : 
 
 And they could not abide that Jlorm. 
 So Heaven hath taken the place of earth, 
 
 And the figure of empires mujl fall : 
 And the Stone which was moulded in myjlic Birth 
 In Glory is rijen o'er all. 
 
 ^zxta palTugi ttvia. 
 
 PWjrjIHRIST, upon the Friday Jlain, 
 iIb^H I When three days were pajl, again 
 pj^fe^l R-oJe viSorious, 
 
 ^"^""""^ And, triumphant o'er the Tomb, 
 Lifts His loved ones out of gloom. 
 Makes them glorious. 
 
 For the People of His Name 
 He, upon the Crofs of Jhame, 
 Dead was lying : 
 
3i6 (Eafter. 
 
 In the Grave awhile He lay, 
 Then, at dawning of the day, 
 Roje undying. 
 
 In His PaJJion and His Crofs 
 With a Bulwark Jure from lojs 
 
 We are gifted : 
 By His RejurreSion bright 
 From the grave of Jin and night 
 We are lifted. 
 
 Offered up for Jinners, Christ 
 As their Sacrifice fufficed 
 
 Unrepeated ; 
 By the precious Blood He fpilt, 
 Jesus wajhed our Souls from guilt, 
 
 Hell defeated. 
 
 Once He lay within the Grave, 
 Lejl the race He came to jave 
 
 Twice Jhould perijh : 
 Now He opens Heaven wide. 
 Comes to every mourner's Jide, 
 
 Comes to cherijh. 
 
 He, the Lion Jlrong in fight, 
 Rijing up to-day, His Might 
 
 Forth is telling : 
 With the Arms of Right eoujiiejs 
 Satan, Prince of wickednejs. 
 
 Ever quelling. 
 
KejDice! laeioice! 317 
 
 Now is come the Lord's own Day, 
 Whereon He hath wajhed away 
 
 Earth's pollution ; 
 Whereon Death was Jlain in Jlrife, 
 And the foe hath made of Life 
 
 Rejlitution. 
 
 So from hearts made pure from jlain 
 Now the Alleluia Jlrain 
 
 Doubly pealeth : 
 Now all evil hath its clofe, 
 And the Life which Heaven knows 
 
 God revealeth. 
 
 In the world's late eventide 
 
 Raije Thou up Thy Servants tried, 
 
 Jesu Holy ; 
 May this glad and fejlal Day 
 Thy Salvation bring for aye 
 
 To the lowly. 
 
 Eejofce! IRejoice! 
 
 EJOICE! Rejoice! 
 Let Jhouts of triumph tell our gladnefs : 
 
 Let joy's loud voice 
 Proclaim us free from death and fadnefs : 
 Our God hath faved and fet us free ; 
 Our God hath rijen in ViSory. 
 
3i8 (Eaftcr. 
 
 His own Right Hand 
 Hath burjl Hell's hated bands ajunder : 
 
 His high Command 
 Hath doomed Hell's haughty Chief in thunder : 
 
 His holy Arm, His conquering Might 
 
 Hath chafed the Grave's terrific night. 
 
 He lives again, 
 His Eyes with Love and Goodnejs beaming ; 
 
 He lives for men, 
 His Form in radiant Brightnefs gleaming ; 
 
 He comes to bid our Jbrrows ceaje, 
 
 He comes to jbothe our Souls in peace. 
 
 Then, hail ! our King : 
 His Reign is come. His foes are vanijhed : 
 
 Rejoice and Jing : 
 From Heaven's bright Realm no longer banijhed : 
 
 Our God is rijen ; and we Jhall rije 
 
 And join His Kingdom in the Jkies. 
 
 CI)oru0 notjae ifeferufalcm- j 
 
 HOIR of the new Jerujalem, ; 
 
 Wake the new Song's tranfporting , 
 theme, j 
 
 With chajlened joy, ere yet 'tis morn, 
 Thine own new Pajchal Feajl adorn. 
 
Th' unconquered Lion, Christ doth rife, 
 Crujhed 'neath His Feet the Dragon lies, 
 His quickening Might through earth is Jhed, 
 His living Voice awakes the dead. 
 
 Hell's yawning cavern back hath poured 
 The prey her ruthlejs jaws devoured ; 
 They follow Him, His captives free. 
 Who captive leads captivity. 
 
 High triumph His, with Glory crowned. 
 With boundlefs Grandeur compajjed round. 
 Who earth beneath and Heaven above 
 Binds in one league of Peace and Love. 
 
 His jbldiers, we His triumph Jing, 
 His juppliants, we implore our King 
 Within His Prejence-chambers bright 
 To range us 'neath the Saints in light. 
 
 jFtDtn tlje EeQ;tonsf uniieliDHien* 
 
 ROM the Regions unbeholden, 
 Where the primal Spirits are, 
 Like the daybreak pure and golden, 
 Dawns all Nature's morning jlar. 
 Conqueror of the deathful prifon, 
 
 Every bolt and barrier burjl:, 
 God's Beloved Son hath rifen. 
 In the Refurreftion firjl. 
 
320 (aaei% 
 
 Saviour, while we lowly feajl here, 
 
 Hungering for eternal Reji, 
 Grant a Spiritual Eajler 
 
 May be Jhared by every breajl. 
 Undying Love, That bled to win us, 
 
 Let Thy living Force and Breath 
 Glorioujly o'ercome within us 
 
 All the majlery of Death. 
 
 Break, O Source of our EleSion, 
 
 All our Spirit-wards and cells. 
 Till the Blijs of Refurredion 
 
 Through our vanquijhed nature dwells ; 
 Till each captive thought and pajjion 
 
 Captive led, but to be free. 
 Imitates the radiant fajhion 
 
 Of Thy new Humanity. 
 
 ja&ette! ovlinim ftovu \ 
 
 NOELS to our Jubilee, 
 
 Hajle, your fweetejl Jongs awaking ; 
 Christ amid the dead is free, 
 
 Christ the rocky Tomb is breaking.' 
 Vain the guard around the Grave, i 
 
 Vain the Rulers' wild endeavour ; i 
 
 Vain the Jeal, upon the cave, 
 Of the nation faithlejs ever. 
 
CSritt (0 vitm from t^e 2Deati^ 321 
 
 Fear, away ! no jubtle jpy 
 
 Steals that Form fo forely Jlricken ; 
 He, Who willed the death to die, 
 
 Will with Life Himjelf requicken. 
 Offspring of a Virgin's Womb, 
 
 Virgin-born He came, in token 
 That, through Jewry's guarded Tomb, 
 
 He Jhould rije with Jeals unbroken. 
 Hanging on th' inglorious Tree, 
 
 Mad with mocking lips they grieve Him 
 Let him quit the Crofs, and we 
 
 Will the Son of God believe Him. 
 From the Crojs He came not down, 
 
 Yet He worked a mightier Wonder ; . 
 Son of God the Saviour own 
 
 Dead, He Jmites grim Death afunder. 
 Grant us. Lord, with Thee to die, 
 
 And to rife at Thine Uprijing ; 
 And to fet our heart on high. 
 
 Earth and all its joys defpijing. 
 
 CSrift 10 tifen from t^e 2Deati* 
 
 HRIST is rifen ! Alleluia ! 
 
 Rijen our viSorious Head : 
 Sing His praifes ; Alleluia ! 
 Christ is riJen from the dead. 
 Gratefully our hearts adore Him, 
 As His Light once more appears, 
 
 Y 
 
322 (Eafter* 
 
 Bowing down in joy before Him, 
 Rijing up from grief and tears : 
 Christ is rijen ! Alleluia ! 
 
 Rijen our viSorious Head: 
 Sing His praijes ; Alleluia ! 
 Christ is rijen from the dead. 
 
 Christ is rifen! all the fadnefs 
 
 Of our Lenten fajl is o'er, 
 Through the open gates of gladnejs 
 
 He returns to Life once more : 
 Death and Hell before Him bending. 
 
 He doth rije, the ViSor now. 
 Angels on His Steps attending. 
 
 Glory round His wounded Brow. 
 
 Christ is rijen ! all the jbrrow, 
 
 That lajl evening round Him lay, 
 Now hath found a glorious morrow 
 
 In the Rijing of to-day : 
 And the Grave its Firjlrfruits giveth. 
 
 Springing up from holy ground ; 
 He was dead, but now He liveth ; 
 
 He was lojl, but He is found. 
 
 Christ is rijen ! henceforth never 
 Death or Hell jhall us enthrall, 
 
 Be we Christ's, in Htm for ever 
 We have triumphed over all ; 
 
 All the doubting and dejeSion 
 
 Of our trembling hearts have ceajed ; 
 
iforti tegente brac^iD^ 3^3 
 
 'Tis His Day of Rejurreflion, 
 Let us rije and keep the Feajl : 
 Christ is rifen ! Alleluia ! 
 
 Rifen our viSorious Head : 
 Sing His praijes ; Alleluia ! 
 Christ is rijen from the dead. 
 
 iforti teffcnte bracljio. 
 
 Y God's jlrong Arm Jlretched forth to Jave 
 We have ejcaped the Red-Sea wave, 
 And from our necks away have cajl 
 The faithlejs tyrant's yoke at lajl. 
 
 Glad thanks and homage let us bring 
 To God, our own proteSing King, 
 And, clad in robes of white, jurround 
 The Table where the Lamb is found. 
 
 Glowing with love for His dear Sake, 
 His jacred Body let us take. 
 And drinking of His precious Blood, 
 Draw Life and Food alike from God. 
 
 Now Christ our PaJJbver is jlain, 
 The Lamb, the Vi^im without jlain, 
 And thofe anointed with His Gore, 
 The vengeful Angel pajjes o'er. 
 
 O ViSim for the Heavens meet. 
 
 Who hajl put Death beneath Thy Feet, 
 
324 (Kaffer* 
 
 The Jhattered gates of Hell rejlore 
 To Thee the prey they held before. 
 
 The LoRD^ arijing from the Tomb, 
 Returns to Light again from gloom, 
 He binds the Foeman in his pride, 
 And throws the gates of Heaven wide. 
 
 Grant, Christ, that we may die with Thee, 
 And jharers in Thy Rijing be. 
 That we may earthly things dejpije, 
 And love the things within the Jkies. 
 
 3leru0 litie0 ! ^t rofe to^tiap* 
 
 E is rijen ! to die no more : 
 
 Let jweet notes of praife arije ; 
 Death's dark night for Him is o'er. 
 Waft His Triumph to the Jkies ; 
 He is riJen ! Within the. Tomb 
 
 Two long days and nights He lay ; 
 
 On the third He burjl its gloom 
 
 With the iirjl bright morning ray : 
 
 Let our joyful Anthem Jay 
 
 Jesus lives ! He roje to-day. 
 
 He is riJen ! The Vigor's Crown 
 Sparkles on His Jacred Brow ; 
 
 Conqueror of vajl renown 
 
 Death and Hell are vanquijhed now. 
 
lefu, EeliemptDr faeculu 325 
 
 He is rifen ! Rije, weary heart, 
 
 Cajl ajide the cares of earth ; 
 He will Light and Life impart, 
 
 He will give immortal Birth. 
 
 He is rifen ! that we may rije, 
 
 If we love and ferve Him here, 
 To His Home beyond the Jkies, 
 
 Far above the Jlarry jphere : 
 He is rijen to die no more ! 
 
 Hail the Church's living King ! 
 Now our Lenten fajl is o'er, 
 
 Sweetejl Alleluias bring : 
 
 Let our joyful Anthem jay 
 Jesus lives ! He roje to-day. 
 
 3|eCu, IBleDemptDt: Taeculu 
 
 HOU, Who to fave 
 
 The world didjl die, and then Thy 
 Breath 
 
 Rejume, to vanquijh gloomy Death 
 And kill the grave. 
 
 O'er all below 
 Night reigns ; our eyes are weighed with jleep ; 
 Oh, from the wiles and watchings keep 
 
 Of the great Foe. 
 
 May rejl, which lays 
 Care's lid, and labour's brow doth jlake, 
 
326 (EaCtr* 
 
 Quicken our hearts, more frejh to wake 
 Unto Thy Praife. 
 
 Oh, be it given 
 With Thee to die, on earth to love 
 The better things which are above, 
 
 And dwell in Heaven. 
 
 Cljria i& xitzn. 
 
 HRIST is rijen ! the Lord is come, 
 Burjling from the Jealed Tomb ; 
 Death and Hell, in mute dijmay, 
 Render up their mightier Prey. 
 
 Christ is riJen ! but not alone ; 
 Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown : 
 We Jhall rije as He hath riJen, 
 From the deep jepulchral prijbn. 
 
 Heirs of death, and Jons of clay, 
 Long in death's dark thrall we lay. 
 And went down in trembling gloom. 
 To the unawakening tomb. 
 
 Heirs of life, and Sons of God, 
 On the path our Captain trod. 
 Now we hope to foar on high 
 To the everlajting Sky, 
 
^ixvvtxit C|)nttu0 Jotife^ 327 
 
 Mortal once, immortal now. 
 
 Our vile bodies off we throw, 
 
 Glorious bodies to put on. 
 
 Round our great Redeemer's Throne. 
 
 Lofty Hopes ! and theirs indeed 
 Who the Chrijlian's Life jhall lead ; 
 Christ's below in Faith and Love, 
 Christ's in endlejs Blijs above. 
 
 ^ixvttxit C|)rittu0 ^oDie. 
 
 O ! Christ is rijen this Day, and brings 
 To mortals healing on His Wings. 
 
 But two days Jince He deigned to die. 
 
 That we no more in death might lie. 
 
 To Jesu's Tomb, with duteous feet, 
 The Women take their Jpices jweet. 
 
 They feek, within the guarded Grave, 
 The Lord Who died mankind to fave. 
 
 An Angel, clad in robe of white, 
 Tells them the tidings of delight 
 
 Ye trembling Daughters, do not fear ! 
 Ye Jeek the Christ, H-e is not here ; 
 
 Go, bid the glad Dijciples fee 
 Their Rijen Lord in Galilee. 
 
328 (Eatter^ 
 
 To Peter firjl, and then the rejl, 
 He Jhows Himjelf, by all confejjed. 
 
 This time of holy Pajchal joy 
 
 In Hymns to Christ let all employ. 
 
 High Glory to the Lord ajcend, 
 
 Who thus the chains of Death doth rend. 
 
 (D a^pfferg of appfterie0 ! 
 
 MYSTERY of Myjleries! 
 
 With flejh and bones like ours, 
 Our Saviour rofe His Joy to feize, 
 
 And rule the Heavenly powers. 
 
 Behold My Hands and Feet He faid 
 
 'Tis I, your Brother Jtill. 
 Oh, condefcenjion Jweet yet dread ; 
 
 Our hearts with wonder thrill. 
 
 The Manhood not alone was borne 
 Through earthly Jhame and woe ; 
 
 Our Christ, till dawns the Judgment-morn, 
 Is Lord, above, below. 
 
 Nay, evermore that Manhood Pure 
 In Heaven of Heavens Jhall dwell ; 
 
 The King of Saints, the Saviour Jure, 
 The Lord of Heaven and Hell. 
 
^e ^mk^^me^v funerfgf. 329 
 
 The Manhood with the Godhead blejl, 
 
 One Per/on, Natures Twain, 
 Is round each Jinner lowly bent, 
 
 And high o'er all bears reign. 
 
 Ce quanta, Wiittov funerfgf* 
 
 ORDS may not Thy Glory tell, 
 Conqueror of Death and Hell, 
 Whom the Crofs but lately bore, 
 Now alive for evermore. 
 
 Marred by cruel blows wert Thou ; 
 
 Stars have no fuch glory now. 
 
 Though untouched by any need, 
 
 Still with men Thou deign'Jl to feed. 
 
 Needs no more the uttered word. 
 
 Wind and wave no lefs have heard, 
 
 Own their Lord, and pathway meet 
 
 Spread before His pajjing Feet. 
 
 Flejhly fetters now forgot. 
 
 Doors of brajs may Jlay Thee not ; 
 
 Other, yet the Same but free 
 
 To come and go as liketh Thee. 
 
 Lord ! our hope Thou biddejl rife, 
 
 Grafping Life beyond the jkies, 
 
 Where Thy Glory we Jhall view 
 
 In Thine Image clothed anew. 
 
330 (Eafler. i 
 
 Si Sl^orte mui %z rurcitan0. j 
 
 THOU Who once from death dicl/l rije,; 
 Effulgent with new ViSories, j 
 
 Lighten the darknefs of our night, I 
 And Jhield us with Thy Gifts of might.] 
 
 Oh, grant that when our limbs Jhall lie J 
 
 Wrapt in Jleep's needful lethargy, \ 
 
 Our Spirits then from fetters free, j 
 
 May upward jbar, O Lord, to Thee. ^ 
 
 And lejl the fiery darts that fly "^ 
 
 By night Jhould work us injury, 
 With thy Right Hand viSorious keep 
 
 Watch o'er Thy Servants, whik they Jleep. 1 
 
 And when the cord jhall be unwound 
 With which our guilty race is bound, | 
 
 Grant that we be not crujhed beneath - ; 
 
 The weight of everlajling Death. 
 
 SLixfi fetimmet freuO, g;e feieffeafelier. 
 
 ff MM Pl P ! found your joyful Jongs viflorious 
 
 lIkS) I And jubilant to Jesus Christ to-day! 
 
 kji^^l Back to His Own He comes All- 
 
 ' glorious ; 
 
 The Grave's Jlrong portals burjl to make Him way. 
 He fank below, in pain and jbre difgrace : 
 He mounts above : His pathway Angels trace. 
 
%m'bt& CIjnftD reliempti, ^u 331 
 
 Our God prevails ! yes, Fraud and Malice 
 Their little day may triumph o'er the Jujl ; 
 
 God gives them back their poijbned chalice ; 
 Our Strength is He, our Helper and our Trujl. 
 
 He gave indeed His Son to mortal pain : 
 
 This Day He Jhows Him glorified again. 
 
 Praije, praife to Him ! the Lord is rijen ! 
 Now is He Saviour, Lord, and God indeed : 
 
 Redeemer from Sin's deadly prifon : 
 From Death Redeemer and from all our need. 
 
 The Father hath avouched Him His this Day : 
 
 We reach our Country through no other way. 
 
 Blifs, Blijs, to us ! now Death hath o'er us 
 No power to fright ; to Immortality, 
 
 Though Earth her veil may jpread before us, 
 Our Spirits now are conjecrate and free : 
 
 Could Christ arije thus potent from the Grave, 
 
 His Flock Jhall rife whom thus He died to jave. 
 
 ilaulie0 C^riftD retiempti ftoce moliulemur 
 fupplicu 
 
 RAISE to Christ with fuppHant voices 
 Let His ranjbmed People Jing, 
 Let the world, which now rejoices, 
 Blefs the Son of God, its King. 
 Ye, of Heaven's Jhrine the warders. 
 Fellow-citizens of earth. 
 
33^ (Eaffer. 
 
 Standing in your nine -fold Orders, 
 Join us to your fejlal mirth. 
 
 Sing aloud, O highejl Regions, 
 
 Lowejl Deeps, your echoes raije, 
 To the Lord in glad allegiance 
 
 Let all Spirits give their praije, 
 God, as Man Himjelf concealing, 
 
 Born in Flejh to fave mankind. 
 Bearing Jhame for Jinners' healing, 
 
 Yet as God in Wonders Jhined. 
 
 With our human form invejled, 
 
 Truly Man, He dwelt below. 
 And no Godhead manifejled 
 
 At the tempting of the Foe. 
 Craft with Wifdom He defeated, 
 
 And the knots of jin untied, 
 On the Crojs His Work completed, 
 
 There for us a Viflim died. 
 
 To His Father Jacrificing, 
 
 By His Death He Sin hath Jlain, 
 Now, with noble Pomp arijing. 
 
 From the depths He comes again 
 Comes viSorious over Evil, 
 
 Spoiling Hell of all its prey. 
 Binding in His chains the Devil 
 
 On this glad triumphant Day : 
 
 Day which brightejl radiance giveth, 
 Now that Egypt's gloom is o'er, 
 
Sin (Eafter CaroL 333 
 
 When He rofe, Who ever liveth 
 
 In the Flejh which Mary bore : 
 Christ, Who here with mortals tarried, 
 
 While the jlraying Jheep He Jbught, 
 Which, upon His Shoulders carried, 
 
 To the Father He hath brought. 
 
 SLn (Eatter CaroU 
 
 jjHE Son of David bowed to die, 
 For man's tranjgrejfion Jlricken ; 
 The Father's Arm of Power was nigh 
 The Son of God to quicken : 
 Praije Him that He died for men ; 
 Praije Him that He roje again. 
 
 Death jeemed all-conquering when he bound 
 
 The Lord of Life in prijbn ; 
 The might of Death was nowhere found 
 
 When Christ again was rijen : 
 Wherefore praife Him, night and day, 
 Him Who took Death's Jling away. 
 
 otli cl)ort0 pzvznnib\i&, 
 
 AINTS on earth, and Saints in light 
 In your fongs of praije unite ; 
 Praije to Christ, the Heavenly King 
 O'er Death's bondage triumphing. 
 
334 (Batttv. 
 
 Flejh and Soul Death's law divides, 
 Still The Word with each abides ; 
 Flejh and Soul Death rends in twain, 
 He reknits their life again. 
 
 Whom the Virgin's Womb revealed. 
 Womb of Virgin ne'er unfealed, 
 From the Jealed Cave outbroke, 
 In death's womb to life awoke. 
 
 Love, the fweetejl known on high, 
 Sternly, Jesu, bade Thee die ; 
 Love, the Priejl, Thy bitter Death 
 To the Father offereth. 
 
 Jesu, Rifen Saviour, give 
 Grace Thy rifen Life to live, 
 Grace from jins dark fetters free 
 Works of love to offer Thee. 
 
 liitt tlje portalsf. 
 
 I FT the portals I He is rifen ; 
 
 He hath conquered Death and jin ; 
 Open wide the gates of Heaven, 
 Let the King of Glory in. 
 
 Lo ! the Stone is rolled away. 
 And the Guards in fear have fled ; 
 
 Angels in their white array 
 
 Guard the fpot where He was laid. 
 
feurfum Corlia fublctiemu^. 33s 
 
 Seek Him not He is not here ; 
 
 In the dead of night He roje : 
 Tell His Brethren not to fear, 
 
 He hath conquered all their foes. 
 
 He hath broke the Jinners chain> 
 He hath cajl down Satan's might, 
 
 And behold He comes again 
 
 Clothed in Beauty, Power, and Light. 
 
 Lift the portals ! He is rijen ; 
 
 He hath conquered Death and Jin ; 
 Open wide the gates of Heaven, 
 
 Let the King of Glory in. 
 
 )urrum Corlia fubletiemugf. 
 
 I FT to Heaven your hearts adoring, 
 Lift to Heaven your praijes jbaring^ 
 
 High as His redeeming Name 
 Whom upon His Throne victorious 
 Angels ranked in order glorious 
 Magnify with Jweet acclaim. 
 
 For the Spoiler now is jpoiled. 
 By the Crojs his wiles are foiled ; 
 
 Paradife is free again. 
 From the jlave, whofe chains are riven, 
 Praifes wafted up to Heaven 
 
 Thrill with joy that high domain. 
 
33^ (Eatter. 
 
 Over Jin's dark doom prevailing 
 He hath jlilled the voice of wailing, 
 
 Wakening all the world to life. 
 Nor alone is He ajcending 
 But with all the fpoils attending 
 
 Won in His triumphant Strife. 
 
 Oh, the found of high rejoicings 
 Of Angelic fejlal voicings 
 
 In the Jtately Courts above ; 
 Whence the Son for ever Blejsed 
 On a world by night oppressed 
 
 Sheds the rays of Light and Love. 
 
PART VI. 
 
 arcenfion anti IPentecofl* 
 
 THE ASCENSION OF OUR DIFINE LORD 
 
 AND THE DESCENT OF THE 
 
 HOLT SPIRIT, 
 
 SDu, font Df0 fraeia ur li^xiXszn^ banO* 
 
 HRIST, Who for us didjl evil quell, 
 The night of Death and flames of 
 
 Hell, 
 Oh, raije us from this changeful land 
 To Jit with Thee on God's Right 
 
 Hand. 
 
 Thy Father's Bidding Thou hajl done. 
 And to Thy Father's Houje art gone. 
 Yet, though the Jkies Thy Glory hide, 
 Unfeen with us Thou dojl abide. 
 
 Amongjl Thy Flock, O Shepherd dear, 
 Thou wilt remain for ever near, 
 
338 afcenaon ano i^entecott* 
 
 Near through Thy Spirit, through Thy Word, i 
 Through cleanfing Bath and myjlic Board. ^ 
 
 Thy Guidance, until time Jhall end, j 
 
 Will lead Thy Pilgrims as they wend, 
 Until Thou come/l from the Height 
 To earth again, in glorious Might. 
 
 Then they whoje faith unfhaken Jlood, 
 Who in Thy Footjleps bore the Rood, 
 Where Thou art gone, in Joy Jhall be, j 
 
 And take their Crown, O Lord, from Thee. ] 
 
 %l)m act ffone up on ^iut) ! 1 
 
 HOU art gone up on High ! \ 
 
 Why gaze they upwards there ] 
 
 Into the jilent air, \ 
 
 That holy Band ? \ 
 
 Is it in grief, or doubt, or love, j 
 
 With eyes upturned to Heaven above i 
 
 Wondering they Jland ? i 
 
 Thou art gone up on High ! \ 
 
 Yet to their weary fight, | 
 
 Clothed as in Heaven bright, \ 
 
 The Angels come ; 
 
 They bring the warning words below, 
 
 And His Apojlles needs mujl go J 
 
 Without Him Home. ' 
 
?^pmnum canamu0 (Bloriae. 339 
 
 Thou art gone up on High ! 
 Yet Jhall the Holy One 
 Not leave on earth alone 
 
 Whom He doth jend ; 
 Thefe Comfort, Truth, and inward Power, 
 Strength for the trial and the hour 
 
 Ever defend. 
 
 Thou art gone up on High ! 
 Help us our Souls to raije, 
 Upwards on Thee to gaze, 
 
 Strength to obtain ; 
 So to go forth and do Thy Will, 
 And reach at lajl that holy Hill 
 
 Where Thou dojl reign. 
 
 I^pmnum canamug (Eloriae* 
 
 N Hymn of Glory let us Jing, 
 New Songs to Christ of triumph ring. 
 Now by His new and living road 
 Ajcending to the Throne of God. 
 
 On myjlic Mount of Olives raijed 
 Th' Apojlles, as they Jlood and gazed. 
 With Mary, Maiden-Mother bright, 
 Saw Jesus wing His radiant Flight. 
 
 The glijlening Angels ajk on High 
 Why Jland ye gazing up the Sky ? 
 
340 jarcenQon anli ^tntttott. 
 
 Lo ! here the Saviour ; hither come, 
 In high triumphal Glory home. 
 
 And thus theyjing jhall He return, 
 As now ye jee His Footjleps burn. 
 To highejl Heaven's empyreal height, 
 Upmounting o'er the fields of light. 
 
 Lord, grant us thither to afcend, 
 Our ceajelejs yearnings thither bend. 
 Where Faith to-day dijcerns Thee gone, 
 High feated on Thy Father's Throne. 
 
 Be Thou our Gladnejs here below. 
 In Heaven above our Treajure Thou, 
 Be all our Glory, Lord, in Thee, 
 Through all the long Eternity. 
 
 SL ^rieft for ttier after tfie )rlier of 
 Steele!) ifeHec* 
 
 TERNAL King, eternal Priejl 
 Think not the Saviour's Work has^ 
 
 ceajed : I 
 
 As here, on earth, for men He died, 
 And won the Church to be His Bride ; 
 E'en jb in Heaven, He lives to plead 
 
 For every ranjbmed Jinner's need. ] 
 
 Exalted to His Heavenly Throne, i 
 
 He loves and watches o'er His Own ; i 
 
3Iam C^riftugf attra afceniierat. 341 
 
 For Ijrael's joy, for Zion's peace, 
 His InterceJJions never ceaje ; 
 While daily He prejents afrejh, 
 For man, the Offering of His Flejh. 
 
 There's not an earnejl prayer we Jay, 
 
 Nor Heavenward Jigh we breathe away ; 
 
 There's not a penitential tear, 
 
 Or Sacrifice we offer here ; 
 
 But He with twofold Power and Love 
 
 Repeats it, in our name, above. 
 
 Perpetual Priejl, within the Vail, 
 
 Whofe Supplications never fail, 
 
 Who deign'Jl Thy Prejence to bejlow 
 
 On Altars of the Church below. 
 
 From God's Right Hand Thy Succour lend 
 
 To keep us faithful to the end. 
 
 3|am C^rittugs attra aCcenHerat. 
 
 O former jcenes of glorious Light, 
 Rejuming His forjaken Crown, 
 Our Rijen Lord had winged His flight, 
 To Jend the Promijed Spirit down. 
 
 The week of weeks had pajjed away. 
 
 And Pentecojl drew on apace; 
 His chojen few had met to pray. 
 
 And thus await the coming Grace. 
 
342 afcenaon ano ^entecoff. 
 
 When Juddenly a Sound from Heaven, 
 A mighty rujhing round them came ; 
 
 And, glittering on them, Signs were given. 
 Like cloven Tongues of lambent Flame. 
 
 The God was come, the Spirit-God, 
 From God the Father and the Son : 
 
 What wondrous Gifts were then bejlowed ! 
 What glorious Miracles were done ! 
 
 Forthwith th' Apojlles preached the Word 
 
 To Jinners on that holy day ; 
 And thousands, turning to the Lord, 
 
 Made hajle to wajh their Jins away. 
 
 O Jesu, on Thy Throne of Love, 
 
 Hear now Thy fuppliant Church below ; 
 
 And now Thy Spirit from above. 
 With Pentecojlal Grace, bejlow. 
 
 We wait in prayer for this high Boon, 
 This glorious Gift Oh, hear our voice ; 
 
 Come ! Spirit of our God, come jbon. 
 And make this Jbrrowing world rejoice. 
 
 Ifjcrovg T,coodoTYig. 
 
 ESUS, Lord of Life eternal. 
 
 Taking thoje He loved the bejl. 
 Stood upon the Mount of Olives, 
 And His Own the lajl time blejl ; 
 
;uo 6d0 ^asiUvi gloria quo fealugf^ 343 
 
 Then, though He had never left It, 
 Sought again His Father's Breajl. 
 
 Knit is now our flejh to Godhead, 
 
 Knit in everlajling bands : 
 Call the world to highejl fejlal : 
 
 Floods and oceans, clap your hands : 
 Angels, raife the jbng of triumph : 
 
 Make refponfe, ye dijlant lands. 
 
 Loojing Death with all its terrors 
 Thou ajcended'jl up on High ; 
 
 And to mortals, now Immortal, 
 Gavejl Immortality, 
 
 As Thine own Dijciples Jaw Thee 
 Mounting ViSor to the Sky. 
 
 ^uo tjo0 a^agittrf glorfa quo &alu0. 
 
 ERALDS of your God ! 
 Hajle, where every nation 
 Calls ye to proclaim 
 All His glad Salvation, 
 Your Majler's Glory o'er the world to bear ; 
 The Firjl-fruits of the Brethren ajk your care. 
 
 O what rich return 
 
 Straight the good Seed maketh : 
 In three thoujand hearts 
 
 Root it firmly taketh ; 
 
344 afcenOon anli ^tntecoft^ 
 
 And God matures the crop ; each teeming field ! 
 
 Doth to His Praije a wondrous harvejl yield. j 
 
 Lo ! in anguijh deep 
 
 Multitudes repenting | 
 Tears of Jbrrow weep, 
 
 For their Jins lamenting ; ; 
 
 They long in Baptijm's clean/mg fountain laved, ] 
 From all their pajl tranjgrejQions to be Javed. 
 
 Nor on Judah's Jhore j 
 
 Doth this Fire tranjcendent i 
 
 Light aloud outpour ; \ 
 
 But where'er rejplendent 
 
 The circling Sun dijplays his quickening beams, j 
 
 Each region with their peaceful triumphs teems, j 
 
 Every idol Jhrine j 
 
 Fajl to ruin crumbleth ; \ 
 
 Christ with Power Divine \ 
 
 Human wifdom humbleth ; I 
 
 Tyrants abajhed give way, and e'en, dijmayed. 
 
 The persecutor's furious arm is Jlayed. j 
 
 Lo ! the Spirit's Grace 
 
 Forms a new Creation ; J 
 
 Look from Thy holy Place, * 
 
 God of our Salvation : i 
 
 And light within us aljb from above, ^ 
 
 Thy bright and renovating flame of Love. \ 
 
345 
 
 (Boa 10 gone up toitl^ a mert? noiTe. 
 
 ING ! O Heavens, O Earth, rejoice ! 
 Angel harp, and human voice. 
 Round Him, as He rijes, raije 
 Your Ajcending Saviour's praije. 
 Bruised is the Serpent's head, 
 Hell is vanquijhed, Death is dead. 
 And to Christ, gone up on High, 
 Captive is captivity. 
 All His Work and Warfare done, 
 He into His Heaven is gone. 
 And, bejide His Father's Throne, 
 Now is pleading for His Own : 
 AJking Gifts for Jinful men, 
 That He may come down again, 
 And, the fallen to rejlore, 
 In them dwell for evermore. 
 
 flDpen! ^t(Bam. 
 
 PEN ! ye gates, for the battle hath ended. 
 The warfare is over, the viSory won : 
 Mighty the Foe who his kingdom de- 
 fended. 
 But mightier things by our Captain are done. 
 
346 arcendon anU ?9entccott^ 
 
 Sound ! found your harps ! in your Manfions of 
 glory, 
 Ye Angels, who heralded Peace at His Birth ; 
 Now welcome Him back, while man takes up the ^ 
 jlory. 
 And echoes the tidings of Peace upon earth. 
 
 Olivet ! henceforth for evermore holy. 
 
 As Bethlehem, Tabor, thy name we will call ; 
 
 He trod thee dejpijed, rejefled, and lowly. 
 Behold Him now triumphing, Lord over all. 
 
 Higher, yet higher, behold Him ajcending ; 
 
 See ! MeJJengers coming apparelled in white ; 
 See Him now vanijh, the Marvel is ending. 
 
 The Cloud is receiving Him out of our /ight. 
 
 Open ! ye gates, yet again Jhall the thrilling 
 Command be repeated, and all men Jhall hear 
 
 Saints, as their heritage. Heaven is filling. 
 The cursed, as Hell firjl re-echoes their fear. 
 
 ^1)0 ^^itit Cfiam* 
 
 AIL on, O Ships, acrofs the main, | 
 
 Bear on, bear on, the myjlic Chain. I 
 
 Drop down the bright Links in the deep 1 
 
 Below where Jlorms and tempejls jweep. 
 
 In the Jark jea-depths let them lie, . 
 For ever hid from human eye. 
 
%l)t Sepftic Cl)aim 347 
 
 Bear on the lajl Links to the land 
 And lay them on the golden Jand 
 
 A living bridge the depth's below, 
 Where living thoughts pajs to and fro 
 
 Bearing their MejQTage evermore, 
 Peace and Goodwill from Jhore to jhore. 
 
 Toil on, O Church, through Jlorm and blajl 
 Where He, Thy Lord, thy track has cajl. 
 
 Let go thy loved ones, one by one, 
 To rejl awhile when work is done. 
 
 Lojl in time's dark and Jhorelefs deep, 
 Unknown, forgotten, let them Jleep, 
 
 Links in that Chain which reacheth o'er 
 From earth unto the Heavenly Jhore : 
 
 One end with Him, where He is gone 
 Safe Jlored beneath the golden Throne ; 
 
 One end on earth, which He has left 
 Awhile of its new Life bereft : 
 
 Binding to Him awhile unfeen, 
 With the great gulf of Time between. 
 
 Along that line of living Dead 
 The Fire of Pentecojl is Jped : 
 
348 afcenaon anli ^entecoa. 
 
 Along thofe Links beneath the deep 
 His Grace and Mercy ever jweep : 
 
 Along that Chain His Word is given 
 Peace and Goodwill from earth to Heaven. 
 
 WitnU )an(te ^piritusf. 
 
 OME ! O Holy Spirit, come ! 
 Earthward from Thy Heavenly home 
 Flajh the flowing Radiance bright. 
 
 Come ! Thou Father of the poor ; 
 Come ! Thou Giver of good Jiore ; 
 Come ! of hearts Thou Jbvran Light. 
 
 Comforter the truejl, bejl, 
 Who the Soul with pleajant rejl 
 Pleajantly doth entertain. 
 
 Eaje in toil and Cordial fweet, 
 
 Shelter in the burning heat, 
 
 Soothing Influence in pain. | 
 
 O mojl blejfed blejjed Light, 
 
 Shine with j*plendour pure and white, 
 
 Shine upon Thy Saints within ; 
 
 For in man, without Thy Grace, 
 Nothing ever can have place, 
 Nothing void of Jhame and Jin. 
 
Supreme laertor Coelitum. 349 
 
 Wajh to whitenejs every Jlain, 
 Slake the thirjly foil with rain, 
 Heal the hurt that needs Thy Care ; 
 
 Bend the Jlubborn to Thy Sway, 
 Cheer the cold with genial day. 
 Make the crooked Jlraight and dear. 
 
 Holy Spirit, to the jujl. 
 Who in Thee believe and trujl. 
 Give the Jacred Sabbath-rejl ; 
 
 Give the Guerdon they have won, 
 Give jupreme Salvation's crown, 
 Give the ages ever blejl. 
 
 Supreme Eeotor Co^litum^ 
 
 READ King, to Whom th' Angelic 
 
 Hojls do cry, 
 Who tramplejl Death 'neath Thy 
 viSorious Feet, 
 And opejl a Path unto the glorious Jky, 
 Marked by Thy Blood ; from the Eternal Seat, 
 Where Thou, with the Life-giving Paraclete, 
 Sit'Jt by Thy Father's Side, look on us now. 
 Nor leave us comfortlefs : let our wants meet 
 Thy pitying Eyes. Thy covenanted Bow 
 Is left upon Thy Path, and marks the clouds below. 
 
1 
 
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 350 aCcenaon anli ^entecott, | 
 
 Thou didjl give birth to us with piercing throes, i 
 And direfl travail pains, while the dark tide 
 Of woes o'erwhelmed Thee, and brought Death's \ 
 
 repofe ; j 
 
 Then the rude lance opened Thy bleeding Side, j 
 And thence was taken Thine own Jpotlejs Bride, j 
 The Mother of us all. From Thy calm Jhore ] 
 Send forth Thy Spirit of Truth, Who Jhall ] 
 
 abide : I 
 
 Wajhed in Thy Blood, the Church Jhall Him \ 
 
 adore. 
 And Thee and Father Blejl worjhip for ever- j 
 
 more. j 
 
 ISEN Lord, enthroned on high, \ 
 
 Now the toils of earth are o'er, \ 
 
 Hear Thy Church's daily cry 1 
 
 Rijing Heavenward evermore 
 
 Lord, to Jave us make good Jpeed ; 
 
 Jesu, Majler, intercede. 
 
 Now the Battle-Jlrife is done 
 
 Which the ViSor fought fo well. 
 
 For the Crown of Life is won 
 
 From the vanquijhed King of Hell 
 Lord, to Jave us make good Jpeed. 
 
 Breaker of the bonds of Death, 
 Captor of Captivity, 
 
Ce l^eatienlj ^ntercetCon. 351 
 
 Pray for us to Him Who faith. 
 
 All things doth He give to Thee 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
 Virgin-born, to Thee we kneel, 
 Gifts for man Who didjl receive, 
 
 Sinlefs human flejh, to heal 
 
 The death-tainted Jons of Eve 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
 Second Adam, from Whofe Side, 
 
 In the tranquil fieep of death, 
 IJfued forth the Heavenly Bride, 
 
 Mother to the fons of Seth 
 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
 Bruifer of the Serpent's head, 
 Thou the Serpent on the Tree, 
 
 Healer of the Souls half-dead, 
 All who fainting look to Thee 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
 Judah's Lion, from Whofe Might 
 
 Honey-fweet dijlils the power 
 Which lays low the Beajl of Night 
 
 Seeking whom he may devour 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
 Lamb of God, Who tak'Jl away 
 
 Of our Sin the guilty Jlain, 
 Ranfom Thou for man to pay 
 
 On the Altar as if jlain 
 
 Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 
 
352 afcenttou ano peittecoft. 
 
 When in worjhip low we bend, 
 
 Majler, leave us not alone ; 
 Bid the Holy Ghost defcend 
 
 From the Father's central Throne- 
 LoRD, to Jave us make good jpeed. 
 
 ^ 
 
 Fill the Shrine whence loud and long 
 
 Rolls the pealing Litany, 
 Matin chant and Evenjbng, 
 
 To the Feet of God on high 
 
 Lord, to jave us make good Jpeed ; 
 Jesu, Majler, intercede. 
 
 Hujc lucunlia, %\ix inaffnijs^ 
 
 AY of pleajure, Day of wonder, 
 When the Throne's imprijbned thunder i 
 
 Shook its Fire-drops to the earth ; 
 Give us flaming hearts inditing, 
 Tongues, like ready pen, reciting. 
 All the Theme's JurpaJJing worth. 
 
 On the Church, from Heaven defcending. 
 Bridal Gifts the Lamb is fending. 
 
 On His bright ejpoujals' Day : 
 Now His honied Word dijlilling. 
 Now with holy UnSions thrilling 
 
 Shines the Flinty Rock's array. 
 
 Flejhly hearts, and fiery laving, 
 For the Stony Tablets' graving, 
 
 
I^Dfanna in tliz Wsl^tt^ 353 
 
 Writ with wrathful Sinai's ire ; 
 For the Hojl, the few united, 
 From that Upper-chamber lighted 
 
 Through the earth with flames of Fire. 
 
 Oh, what Day of joys abounding 
 Was that mighty Wind's rejbunding, 
 
 When the Fire with Water ran ; 
 When three-thoujand Spirits winning 
 Was the MeJJage's beginning 
 
 To the univerjal man. 
 
 In new bottles, not in olden, 
 
 Mujl the New-wine's Jlrength be holden, 
 
 Widowed Church prepares the Jlore ; 
 They who jaw the Lord afcending 
 Fill their vejjels without ending 
 
 With His UnSions evermore. 
 
 I^ofanna m tlje msitttt, 
 
 GLORIOUS Jerufalem, Joy of all the 
 
 earth, 
 Open wide thy pearly gates, uplift the 
 Jlrain of mirth ; 
 Rejoice, rejoice dear Mother, ]b beautiful and free, 
 For behold, the King of Kings cometh wondroujly 
 to Thee. 
 
 All ye holy Angels, welcome back the Mighty Son ; 
 The Crojs and pain are over, the ViSory is won ; 
 
 A A 
 
J54 SLttmtion am ^entecoft* 
 
 Hofannas in the highejl, ye armies bright outpour, 
 For the Lord God Omnipotent jhall reign for 
 evermore. 
 
 Ye Incenfe-clouds adore Him, ye jwinging Cenjers | 
 
 greet, | 
 
 Thou Sea of cryjlal, thunder thy praijes at His j 
 
 Feet : I 
 
 Oh, all is Joy within thee. City of living Light, j 
 
 And the Wounds of God Incarnate for aye Jhall j 
 make thee bright. 
 
 With Garments dyed, from Bozrah, the ViSor 
 
 comes alone ; 
 Let every thing created His awful Conquejl own ; 
 No more the bending Sceptre, no more the thorny 
 
 Crown, 
 The Lord hath triumphed glorioujly, and all His 
 
 foes cajl down. 
 
 WLmi ! Creator )piritu3* 
 
 OME ! Creator-SPIRIT high, 
 Re-creating ever ; 
 Given and Giving from the Jky, 
 Thou the Gift and Giver. 
 Thou the Law within us writ, 
 Finger Thou that writeth it, 
 Injpired and Injpirer. 
 
^ lieiagf, ^attor ^anto. 355 
 
 With Thy jevenfold Graces good 
 
 Sevenfold Gifts be given, 
 For jevenfold Beatitude 
 
 And Petitions Jeven. 
 Thou the pure, unjlained fnow. 
 That Jhall never fuUied flow ; 
 Fire that burns not though it glow ; 
 Wrejller ne'er defeat to know. 
 
 Giving Words of Wijdom. 
 
 Kindle Thou Thyfelf in us. 
 
 Thou both Light and Fire ; 
 Thou Tliyfelf Jlill into us, 
 
 Breath of Life, injpire. 
 Thou the Ray and Thou the Sun, 
 Sent and Sender, Thee we own ; 
 Of the BleJJed Three in One, 
 Thee we, Juppliant, call upon 
 
 Save us now and ever. 
 
 g liejagf, i^attor ^anto^ 
 
 ND wilt Thou in this vale 
 Obfcure and deep, O blejfed Shepherd, 
 
 leave 
 Thy lonely flock to wail, 
 Thyjelf pure air to cleave. 
 That realms of Peace eterne may Thee receive ? 
 
 To whom Jhall thofe that had 
 Thy Fellowjhip, that lately were fo blejl, 
 
356 aCcenOon am ^znmott. 
 
 Now dejblate and jad, 
 The leaners on Thy Breajl, 
 Incline their hearts, of Thee when dijpojQTeJfed ? 
 
 What objeS Jhall employ 
 Their eyes, that have Thy AjpeS's beauty known, 
 
 Not caujing them annoy ? 
 Where Jhall they hear a tone 
 Not dull or harjh after Thy Sweetnejs gone ? 
 
 Who Jhall henceforth refrain 
 The wild wind's rage, and on the troubled jea 
 
 Make halcyon calm to reign, 
 When they dejcry not Thee ? 
 By what Jlar guided Jhall their wanderings be ? 
 
 O Cloud, whofe envious hajle 
 Impairs the fleeting joy they yet might know, 
 
 Whither away Jo fajl ? 
 What riches with Thee go ! 
 How poor Thou leav'Jl us, and how blind below ! 
 
 ^aetata Cfirifti tempora* 
 
 OW the holy times, foretold ^ 
 
 In Prophetic Jlrains of old, I 
 Strengthening with her might the breajl, | 
 
 Doth the truth of Faith attejl : | 
 
 How the Lord of all mankind I 
 
 Comes, in holy Flejh injhrined, ii 
 
^aetata Cljrifti tempora^ 357 
 
 Man, to whom He being gave, 
 Self-dejlroyed, from death to fave. 
 
 Self-abafed, in mortal guije, 
 Man, He fufFers, and He dies ; 
 Rijlng, from the Grave again, 
 God, incapable of pain : 
 
 RiJing, as had been foretold 
 By His jacred Seers of old. 
 He, for long days four times ten, 
 Preached Salvation's work to men : 
 
 Then, when theje were all complete, 
 Mounting to His Father's Seat, 
 Gifts on man bejlowing, He 
 Captive led Captivity. 
 
 Yet the heralds of His State 
 He commands awhile to wait, 
 Till Himjelf the might Jupply 
 Of His Spirit from on High. 
 
 We, triumphant in the fame, 
 Our Salvation's Lord proclaim, 
 Saints on earth, and Saints above. 
 Joining in our Hymns of Love. 
 
 Grant that we, Almighty Friend, 
 Ceafelefs in devotion tend 
 Thither, where Thou fitt'Jl in Light, 
 Throned upon Thy Father's Right. 
 
3s8 jafcenOon anti i9entecott* 
 
 (Bott U\\tn ant gen l^unmtL 
 
 O ! God to Heaven afcendeth ; 
 Throughout its regions vajl, 
 With jhouts triumphant blendeth 
 The Trumpet's thrilling blajl : 
 Sing praije to Christ the Lord, 
 Sing praije with exultation. 
 King of each heathen nation, 
 The God of Hojls adored. 
 
 With Joy is Heaven rejbunding, 
 
 Christ's glad return to jee ; 
 Behold the Saints Jurrounding 
 
 The Lord Who Jet them free : 
 Bright myriads thronging come ; 
 
 The Cherub-band rejoices, 
 
 And loud Seraphic voices 
 Welcome Messiah home. 
 
 No more the way is hidden, 
 
 Since Christ our Head aroje : 
 No more to man forbidden 
 
 The road to Heaven that goes. 
 Our Lord is gone before, 
 
 But here He will not leave us ; 
 
 In Heaven He'll foon receive us, 
 He opens wide the door. 
 
(Sott fal)ret mt sm Wtnmth 359 l 
 
 i 
 
 Christ is our place preparing, ^ 
 
 To Heaven we too Jhall rije, | 
 
 And, Joys Angelic Jharing, | 
 
 Be where our Treajure lies : 1 
 
 There may each heart be found ; ^ 
 
 Where Jesus Christ has entered, J 
 
 There let our hopes be centred, | 
 
 Our courje Jlill Heavenward bound. I 
 
 May we, His Servants, thither 1 
 
 In heart and mind ajcend, I 
 
 And let us Jing together i 
 
 We jeek Thee, Christ our Friend, 
 
 Thee, God's Anointed Son, i 
 
 Our Life, and Way to Heaven, | 
 
 To Whom all Power is given, 
 
 Our Joy and Hope and Crown. 1 
 
 When, on our vijion dawning, j 
 
 Will break the wi|hed-fbr hour \ 
 
 Of that all glorious Morning, \ 
 
 When Christ Jhall come with Power ? 4 
 O come ! thou welcome Day, 
 
 When we, our Saviour meeting, 
 
 His jecond Advent greeting, J 
 
 Shall hail the Heaven-jent Ray. | 
 
 j 
 
 I 
 
360 SLtttntion anil ^tntttoH. 
 
 Btata now putiia^ 
 
 GAIN the Jlowly circling year 
 Brings round the blejjed hour, 
 When on the Saints the Comforter 
 Came down in Grace and Power. 
 
 In fajhion of a Fiery Tongue 
 
 The Mighty Godhead came ; 
 Their lips with eloquence He Jlrung, 
 
 And filled their hearts with flame. 
 
 Straightway with divers Tongues they fpeak, 
 
 InJlinS with Grace Divine ; 
 While wondering crowds the caufe mijlake, 
 
 And deem them drunk with wine. 
 
 Theje things were myjlically wrought 
 
 The Pajchal time complete, 
 When IfraePs Law remijjion brought 
 
 Of every legal debt. 
 
 God of all Grace ! to Thee we pray. 
 
 To Thee adoring bend ; 
 Into our hearts this facred day 
 
 Thy Spirit's Fulnejs jend. 
 
 Thou, Who in ages pajl didjl pour 
 
 Thy Graces from above. 
 Thy Grace in us where lojl rejlore. 
 
 And Jlablijh Peace and Love, 
 
361 
 Bacfe returmng to !^t0 ton* 
 
 ACK returning to His Own, 
 Death for mortals tried and known, 
 Takes the Lord His fapphire Throne. 
 
 Human nature glorified, 
 With the Scars that aye abide. 
 Pleads that He for jinners died. 
 
 Now the glorious battle's won ; 
 Heaven and earth conjoined in one, 
 Triumphs the Eternal Son. 
 
 Smiles the Everlajling Sire ; 
 Glows the Boundlejs Spirit's Fire ; 
 Three in One ! all worlds admire. 
 
 Now as Priejl for ever Jealed, 
 
 See the Incarnate Lamb revealed, 
 
 Through Whofe Wound the world is healed. 
 
 He, above the glowing Jkies, 
 Proffers in myjlerious wife 
 His eternal Sacrifice. 
 
 We on earth with Him unite 
 In the pure and bloodlefs Rite : 
 Speechlefs Wonder infinite ! 
 
 Yea, the Bridegroom and the Bride, 
 
 By Celejlial bonds allied, 
 
 Clajp the Crofs on which He died, 
 
362 afcenaon anti i@enteco(f. 
 
 In the Bride her Lord doth dwell 
 Thence her unattainted jpell ; 
 Thence this matchlefs Miracle ; 
 
 Thence her Saviour, fraught with praije. 
 At the Father's Feet Jhe lays ; 
 Thence the Spirit fires her gaze. 
 
 aaifiile up to l^eatien (Boa gaetj. 
 
 HILE up to Heaven God goeth 
 In Majejly from earth ; 
 Its blajl the Trumpet bloweth, 
 All jubilant with mirth. 
 Sing praije then, nothing loath, 
 Sing praije and gratulation, 
 The King of our Salvation 
 Is Lord of Sabaoth. 
 
 To greet the Lord ajcending, 
 
 The wide Heaven laughs with glee ; 
 And, on their King attending, 
 
 The Saints, whom Christ jet free. 
 Around their Saviour throng, 
 
 With Seraphs jweetly Jinging, 
 
 And Cherub voices ringing 
 The welcome of their jbng. 
 
 We know the way that leadeth 
 
 To our exalted Head ; 
 We know the Path that jpeedeth 
 
 To Heaven where Christ hath fped. 
 
aai!)fle up to l^eaten (BoH gottf). 363 j 
 
 Our Lord is gone before, j 
 
 He will not here forjake us, j 
 
 But to His Home will take us, ^ 
 
 And open wide the door. | 
 
 We too the Houje will enter, ) 
 
 The Manjion of our Lord ; | 
 
 We too our hopes will centre, j 
 
 Where lies our Treajure jlored ; \ 
 
 Lift up your hearts each one, | 
 
 Where Christ hath onward hajlened : i 
 
 On Him your hopes be fajlened ; i 
 
 To Him your race be run. 1 
 
 i 
 
 Let us to Heaven go prejfling, i 
 
 With mighty hearts yet meek ; 1 
 
 Let us Jing jweet our BleOing I 
 
 Thee, Jesu Christ we Jeek ; i 
 
 Thee, O Thou Son of God, I 
 
 Who doji all Might inherit ; i 
 
 Thee, Crown of heart and Spirit, 
 
 Thee, true and living Road. | 
 
 When will that morn break o'er us ; 1 
 
 When come the ble]Jed time, I 
 
 That Christ will jland before us, j 
 
 In Lordlinefs fublime ? | 
 
 Thou day. Oh hajle and cheer \ 
 
 Our Souls the Saviour meeting, j 
 
 Our hearts the Saviour greeting, j 
 
 Sweet Day of days, appear. I 
 
364 afcenCon anU ^entecott^ \ 
 
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 ]IT Thou on My Right Hand, My Son : 
 faith the Lord 5 
 
 Sit Thou on my Right Hand, my Son ; ] 
 Till in the fatal hour 
 Of My Wrath and My Power, ] 
 
 Thy foes Jhall be a footjlool to Thy Throne. j 
 
 Prayer Jhall be made to Thee, My Son ^faith ; 
 
 the Lord ; 
 
 Prayer jhall be made to Thee, My Son ! j 
 
 From earth and air and fea l 
 
 And all that in them be, ' 
 
 Which Thou for Thine Heritage hajl won. ] 
 
 Daily be Thou praised, My Son ^faith the Lord j 
 Daily be Thou praised. My Son ; 
 
 And all that live and move, 
 
 Let them blejs Thy bleeding Love, j 
 
 And the Work which Thy Worthiness hath done. | 
 
 }9romiC[a %tl\n0 concipe gautifa^ 
 
 ARTH, Thy face adorn 
 
 With promijed joys and fmiles ; 
 Thee this happy Morn 
 With Heaven reconciles ; 
 Thy God His ancient Wrath has put away, 
 Thy Saviour enters the domains of Day. 
 
Sixmv i&am'0 et ^iliU 365 
 
 O Christ! Who ViSor 
 
 Hajl Death and Hell cajl down ; 
 Won by Thine own Blood, 
 Put on Thy glorious Crown ; 
 Proceed and reign, Thy regal Sceptre take, 
 The world unto Thee doth jubmijjion make. 
 
 Why, O Dijciples, 
 
 Gaze ye thus up on High ; 
 At your God rijing 
 Far far above the Jky ? 
 As your Redeemer doth now Heavenward jbar. 
 Thence jhall He, dread Avenger, come once more. 
 
 Christ ! Thou Who fittejl 
 
 Throned at Thy Father's Side, 
 To jhare Thy Triumphs 
 
 Us Thine own Children guide ; 
 Sore is the confliS ; all Thine Aid bejlow, 
 Thou mighty Captain, to defeat the foe. 
 
 Simov ^atrijS tt ifilii* 
 
 OVE of Father and of Son, 
 True and glorious Helping One, 
 
 Comforter and Hope of all : 
 Of the Saints' unfading Light, 
 Prize of thoje that do aright, 
 Lifter up of them that fall ; 
 
366 afcenaan anti pentecoft. | 
 
 Giver of all Holinejs, I 
 
 Fortitude and Ble]Jedne]s, I 
 
 Lover of all Righteoujhejs, | 
 
 Gracious, and of perfeS Might, I 
 
 Merciful and Infinite ; | 
 
 Ever Dearejl, Purejl, | 
 
 Wijejl, Strongefl, Sure/l, j 
 
 Ever moji unfailing Tru{l, I 
 
 Ever Tender, ever Jujl ; 1 
 
 Lightener of hearts, through Whom the Father ! 
 
 and the Son we find, -\ 
 
 Spirit of Counjel, Balm for Jin, Giver of joy, and^ 
 
 Source of mind ; i 
 
 Unchanging, Gentle, Lowly, J 
 
 Unconquered, Noble, Holy, i 
 
 Ever Loving, ever Swift, 
 
 Mojl Divine and chofen Gift ; 1 
 
 Under/landing clear beflowing, | 
 
 Giver of AfFeftion glowing, | 
 
 Truth in Love for ever jhowing ; 
 
 The Spirit of the Father, 
 
 The Spirit of the Word, 
 
 The Comforter Who quickeneth. 
 
 The Finger of the Lord ; 
 
 Highejl, Sweetejl, Kindejt, Bejl, 
 
 Bountiful and Lowliejl ; 
 
 Who as He wills, and when He wills. 
 
 And where He wills, His Grace injlils. 
 
 Teaches, fills, and lifts, 
 
 Enriches with His Gifts ; 
 
SL i@ainter'0 ?leg;ernr. 367 
 
 To gladden the Apojlles, to take their grief away, 
 The Spirit of all Knowledge, He comes to earth 
 
 to-day. 
 He comes in all His Fulnejs, the EverlaJlingLoRD, 
 And the fount of perfeS Wijdom upon their Souls 
 
 is poured. 
 
 PAINTER, long ago, wrought out the 
 Jlory 
 Of the great Love of Christ our 
 Lord; 
 How He, the Prince of Life and Glory, 
 
 The Very and Eternal Word, 
 Enthroned before the glajQTy Sea, 
 Still mourns for Jin exceedingly. 
 
 And thus he piSured Him Whofe Look ]b tender. 
 No art may paint, no hues exprejs, 
 
 God in His Majejly of Jplendour, 
 But wearing Jlill His PaJJion-drejs 
 
 The purple Robe which may not hide 
 
 His wounded Hands and Feet and Side. 
 
 Once more His blejfed Face looks marred with 
 anguijh ; 
 His Brow Jlill bears the thorny Crown ; 
 
368 SittmUm anU ^mtttoH. 
 
 And Jlill in death He jeems to languijh, 
 
 And in an Agony look down 
 On thoje Who nail Him yet again 
 Fajl to the Crofs of jharpejl pain. 
 
 ^tlix 2Diess mortalibugf* 
 
 LEST Day, when doomed to die no 
 more, 
 Our Saviour op'ed the Jlarry way, 
 Through Heaven's eternal door. 
 That had been clojed for aye. 
 
 Our Head hath pierced the Jkies, and we 
 The body left, but not alone. 
 
 If one in Charity, 
 
 In Glory Jhall be one. 
 
 Yea, He hath gone, but Jlill is nigh, 
 Unfeen, in Spirit prefent jlill. 
 
 Doth every limb fupply. 
 
 And all the body fill. 
 
 But, oh, that day, when from His Throne, 
 Th' Avenger of our crimes to be, 
 
 The Heavens Jhall let Him down 
 
 In terror's panoply. 
 
 He, once arraigned as criminal, J 
 
 The Judge returns, and from afar 1 
 
^mt ift ffefaljren (Bottegf ^ofin* 369 
 
 Sitting on High Jhall call 
 His judges to the bar. 
 
 He died that He from death might jave : 
 What vengeance Jhall for them remain, 
 
 To whom a Saviour's Grave, 
 
 The Blood of God is vain. 
 
 Then let the guilty now come forth, 
 Ere Love in terror disappears, 
 
 And flames of wakening wrath 
 
 Extinguijh with our tears. 
 
 ^mt (ft ffefafiren (Battel &oI)m 
 
 j]0-DAY the Son of God hath gone 
 Up to the Heavens' highejl Throne. 
 
 To Olivet, as Gofpels tell, 
 He came to bid His Own farewell. 
 
 While BleJJing them He rofe on High 
 In Might and Glory to the Jky. 
 
 He to His Father went His Way, 
 To reign with Him above for aye. 
 
 The Gates are opened for the King, 
 And Heavenly hojls in Gladnejs Jing. 
 
 The Son of Man is clothed with Might, 
 And jeated on the Father's Right. 
 
 Where Thou, Lord Jesu, didjl afcend, 
 Bring us, Thy Servants, at the end. 
 B B 
 
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 E^^ 
 
 37 ^fcenCon anU |entecott. 
 
 Wlmi feuptctie >ptrttugf, | 
 
 PIRIT Superne, come down again, ] 
 Kind Patron of the poor opprejl : j 
 Great Gift and bounteous Giver ! deign j 
 To be our heart's abiding Guejl. 
 
 Thou Radiant Dove of Truth, defcend \ 
 
 On natures plunged in error's night : j 
 
 EJJential Strength, the weak defend ; j 
 
 The dark illumine, Source of Light. j 
 
 Come, and the empty Jhows dejlroy ] 
 
 Which cheat weak jenje with jhares impure ; \ 
 
 Lejl, far from Thee, true Fount of Joy, I 
 
 Their gaudy hues our feet allure. j 
 
 So be Thy Prejence in our hearts, i 
 
 So Thou alone within us Jhine, 
 That, dead to all vain Earth imparts. 
 
 Our life may be Thy Breath Divine. J 
 
 Melt theje cold bofoms. Sacred Love, | 
 
 With holy flames of Heavenly Fire, | 
 
 Till yielding Self, to God above. 
 An offering of jweet jmell expire. 
 
 Far have we gone from Thee ajlray. 
 
 Back to Thy Throne our footjleps bend : 
 
 Be Thou the exiles' homeward Way, 
 And Thou its everlajling End. 
 
371 
 
 H^t: 3m^S^^ 3!^f> tumt mtl). 
 
 EJOICE, ye Saints, in glad accord, 
 Unto His Kingdom goes your Lord. 
 His Work on earth is now complete, 
 And Death is crujhed beneath His Feet. 
 
 For all the world He hath atoned. 
 
 And God hath Him in Glory throned. 
 
 Far as the Heavenly realms extend 
 
 His Might and Kingdom have no end. 
 
 For evermore He reigneth King, 
 
 And keeps His Church beneath His Wing. 
 
 He is your Head, O raije the hymn. 
 
 Ye Chrijlians, with the Seraphim. 
 
 Our Strength and Might are Thine alone, 
 
 And we, O Saviour, are Thine Own. 
 
 Upon the Crojs Thou diedjl to fpare. 
 
 And madejl us Thy Glory Jhare. 
 
 When faithful pilgrimage is o*er. 
 
 Thou openejl the Heavenly door : 
 
 Thou hajl prepared for us a place 
 
 Where we Jhall ever fee Thy Face. 
 
 Teach us to jeek for things on high, 
 
 Where Thou dojl Jhine in Majejly, 
 
 And make us ever trujl Thy Love 
 
 Until we look on Thee above. 
 
372 accenaon am pmtecoft^ 
 
 O crowned Redeemer, in that Jight 
 We, Thine for aye, Jhall find delight, 
 And mid the Saints' exulting throng 
 Sing in Thy Praije the glad new Song. 
 
 %fit 3Dap Of i&entecott* 
 
 HE Day of Pentecojl, 
 When down the Holy Spirit came, 
 And jat, like cloven Tongues of Flame, 
 On the Apojlles' hojl : 
 
 The Day of Pentecojt, 
 When firjl, in all His wond'rous Power, 
 Himjelf, as everlajling Dower, 
 
 Bejlowed the Holy Ghost : 
 
 The Day of Pentecojl, 
 When that amazing Boon was given 
 By which on earth we dwell in Heaven, 
 
 And joy when Jlricken mojl : 
 
 The Day of Pentecojl, 
 When that Celejlial Grace was won 
 By which alone we reach the Son, 
 
 And count His Crojs our boajl : 
 
 This Day of Pentecojl 
 Has dawned again our Souls to cheer 
 Then bring us all to Jesus near, 
 
 O God, the Holy Ghost ! 
 
^aoaquam ^ottem et mferna, 373 
 
 ETTocpocre TrvXocg, 
 
 XALT, exalt, the Heavenly Gates, 
 Ye Chiefs of mighty name, 
 The Lord and King of all things waits, 
 Enrobed in earthly frame. 
 So to the higher jeats they cry. 
 The humbler Legions of the Jky. 
 
 For Adam's fake, by Serpent guile 
 
 DiJlreJJed, deceived, overthrown. 
 Thou left'Jl Thy native Home awhile. 
 
 Thou left'Jl the Father's Throne : 
 Now He is decked afrejh with Grace, 
 Thou feek'Jl once more the Heavenly place. 
 
 Glad fejlal keeps the earth to-day. 
 
 Glad fejlal Heaven is keeping : 
 Th' AJcenJion-pomp in bright array. 
 
 Goes proudly Jky-ward fweeping : 
 The Lord the mighty deed hath done, 
 And joined the Jevered into one, 
 
 ^Dftquam ^ottem et inferna. 
 
 HEN all the Powers of Darknefs 
 Jpurning, 
 The Saviour was at length re- 
 turning 
 To God's own Conjblations : 
 
374 aifcenaon am ^mmoit. 
 
 As at His Coming, at His Going, 
 The Angels yield, with transport glowing, 
 Their radiant Minijlrations. 
 
 And up above the Conjlellations, 
 Beyond all mortal objervations, 
 
 Is raijed His Frame Corporeal, 
 Who rules the world with Guidance tender 
 Coequal with the Father's Splendour 
 
 And Force imperatorial. 
 
 But late enfranchijed, late viflorious. 
 Now is He jet in Heaven All-glorious, 
 
 Lord of each Principality : 
 No more to tajle of dijjblution ; 
 Or cleanje by death the dread pollution 
 
 That cleaves to our mortality. 
 
 Once, once made Flejh, Who lived jb lonely 
 And deigned to offer once, once only 
 
 For Jin His great Oblation ! 
 By Him no further pains are owing, 
 And He enjoys a Peace overflowing 
 
 With perfeS Exultation. 
 
 'Twas as He rofe, that, thus imprejjing 
 Upon the Twelve He was addrejjing 
 
 The Maxims of His Myjlery, 
 He jaid Seek men, though forced ajunder, 
 And teach them every one by Wonder 
 
 And Evangelic Hijlory. 
 
'^10 tfie lad of tit 2Da]?gf. 375 
 
 My Path unto My Father wending, 
 I Jbon /hall be again dejcending ; 
 
 The Lord of InterceJJion 
 Shall give you Words to Sin unjparing, 
 And dauntlefs breajls, and Souls of daring 
 
 Within your own pojjeflion. 
 
 Upon the Jick, and on the pining, 
 Your confecrated hands inclining 
 
 Shall give all rejloration : 
 Spreading o'er all the powers of harming, 
 Foes, plagues, the Jhakes that know no charming. 
 
 An utter defolation. 
 
 He who is found in Me believing, 
 And duly at your hands receiving 
 
 The true Purification, 
 He Jhall have eaje from all tranjgrejjion. 
 And with the Saints, in glorious fejjion. 
 
 Eternal Delegation. 
 
 '^(0 t!)e lad of tlje SDapjSv 
 
 IS the lajl of the days He mujl Jbjourn 
 below. 
 The firjl that His orphan Dijciples 
 muJl mourn : 
 He has toiled, Hehas bled, Hehasrijen,HemuJl go; 
 The Stranger from Heaven to His Home muJl 
 return. 
 
376 SUttnUon anti pentecoft^ 
 
 In the Jlill early morning, ere man is abroad, 
 He led forth His Friends, with Jweet Words by 
 the way. 
 
 To the jcene they [o oft in His Converje had trod, 
 Where at Olivet's foot His loved Bethany lay. 
 
 And there, as around Him they tearfully gazed, 
 (His AJpeS all beaming, all breathing with Love, ) 
 
 His Hands, like a Priejl and a Father, He raifed, 
 And gave His deep BleJJing 'twas echoed above. 
 
 Midjl His Words, more unearthly His Countenance 
 grew; 
 And lo ! like a Spirit, He Heavenward afcends ; 
 And a bright Cloud has caught Him too foon from 
 the view. 
 As they gaze through their tears, of His heart- 
 bleeding Friends. 
 
 He is gone what a parting yet mark where attend 
 Two Angels of comfort, and calm their dejpair : 
 
 Why gaze ye ? This Jesus, ye Jaw thus ajcend. 
 Shall yet come fn like manner, and ye Jhall be 
 there. 
 
 He has finijhed His Work ; He has glorified God ; 
 
 The Forerunner has gained his reverjion of Blijs : 
 And now mujl His Followers tread where He trod, 
 
 Till they fee Him, are like Him, and rejl where 
 He isv. 
 
J3D 3lB;tti0 ^pirttujs paraclitu 377 
 
 No longer by Jight, they mujl journey by faith ; 
 And with prayer, and with patience, muJl 
 Heavenward move on ; 
 And the Saviour's Own Spirit Jhall gladden 
 their path ; 
 And they jbon Jhall arrive where that Saviour 
 is gone. 
 
 i3D Igntjf ^piritus ^araclitu 
 
 FIRE of the Comforter, O Life of 
 
 all that live. 
 Holy art Thou to quicken us, and Holy, 
 Jlrength to give/. 
 To heal the broken-hearted ones, their forejl 
 
 wounds to bind, 
 O Spirit of all Holinejs, O Lover of Mankind ! 
 O Jweetejl Tajle within the breajl, O Grace upon 
 
 us poured 
 That faintly hearts may give again their perfume 
 
 to the Lord. 
 O purejl Fountain, we can fee, clear mirrored in 
 
 Thy Streams, 
 That God brings home the wanderers, that God 
 
 the lojl redeems. 
 O Breajlplate jlrong to guard our life, O Bond of 
 
 Unity, 
 O Dwelling-place of Righteoufnefs, fave all who 
 trujl in Thee ; 
 
378 SLttmCion anil pentecoft^ 
 
 Defend thoje who in dungeon dark are prijbned by 
 
 the foe, 
 And, for Thy Will is aye to fave, let Thou the 
 
 captives go. 
 O Jurejl Way, that through the height, and through 
 
 the lowejl deep. 
 And through the earth dojl pajs, and all in firmejl 
 
 union keep ; 
 From Thee the clouds and ether move, from Thee 
 
 the moijlure flows, 
 From Thee the waters draw their rills, and earth 
 
 with verdure glows ; 
 And Thou dojl ever teach the wife, and freely on 
 
 them pour 
 The infpiration of Thy Gifts, the gladnejs of Thy 
 
 Lore. 
 All praife to Thee, O Joy of Life, O Hope and 
 
 Strength, we raije. 
 Who givejl us the prize of Light, Who art Thy- 
 
 felf All Praife. 
 
 ge fe)aintlj^2Banli0* 
 
 E Saintly-Bands that circle round 
 
 The Throne of God, ye Sons of Light 
 Polluted ne'er by fms of Earth, 
 
 And clad in robes of dazzling white. 
 Oh, touch your ever-tuneful lyres again. 
 And joyfully pour forth the high Seraphic Jlrain. 
 
f e fe)aintl?^Banii0^ 379 1 
 
 Ye beauteous clouds, that now as gates I 
 
 Of the eternal City Jland, | 
 
 And hide from mortals' earth-dimmed Jight, I 
 
 The untold Glories of that Land, j 
 
 Ope wide your Portals now your King is near, j 
 
 Let Joy and Gladnejs reign throughout your blue- i 
 
 arched Sphere. \ 
 
 Lo ! now He comes His Work is o'er, I 
 
 The Heaven-dejigned Tajk is done ; J 
 
 And bruised is the Serpent's head, | 
 
 O'er Death and Grave the vidory won : | 
 
 For man had merited the Wrath of God, I 
 
 Redemption's bought by Jhedding of His guiltlejs 
 
 Blood. 
 
 i 
 
 Lo ! now He comes let jbngs of joy 1 
 
 The mourning heart with gladnejs cheer ; : 
 
 He comes ! and in His Body bears I 
 
 The deep imprints of nail and Jpear | 
 
 By men, as Priejl, to intercede, I 
 
 And memory of His bleJOied Pajjion ever plead. i 
 
 Why, mortals, gaze ye idly here ? | 
 
 He'll come once more to vijit earth ; | 
 
 Not as dejpijed and Jpurned of men, i 
 
 A Humble Child of lowly birth, ^ 
 
 To hold o'er all an undijputed Reign ] 
 
 As King of Glory, Judge of men, He'll come again. 
 
38o 
 
 aCcenaon anli pentecott. 
 
 OME, O Spirit, gracioujly, 
 Fount of Light, jhine lucidly 
 
 In the gloomiejl night : 
 Be Thou Peace to weary Souls, 
 When the turbid ocean rolls, 
 Then Let there be Light. 
 
 Scatter far vain fantajies, 
 Heal the wounded confciences 
 
 Poijbned by their Jin : 
 Fill each heart with Charity 
 From Thy Bounteous Deity 
 
 Pouring Grace within. 
 
 Charity which flows from Thee, 
 Triple mail of Charity, 
 
 Gird around our heart ; 
 Lejl our great noSurnal Foe 
 Slay us with a jecret blow 
 
 From his fiery dart. 
 
 Guard the trembling penitent, 
 Mingle peaceful heart-content 
 
 With his anxious Jtrife ; 
 Make the jlream of flowing tears 
 Lead on through the vale of years 
 
 To eternal Life. 
 
i Jiovr^y ^l)? mins outCpreaD* 381 
 
 AVIOUR, Thy Father's Promijejend: 
 Spirit of HoHnejs, defcend : 
 Lo ! we are waiting for Thee, Lord, 
 All in one place with one accord. 
 Come and convince us all of Jin, 
 Lighting Thy Lamp our hearts within ; 
 Thy Temples but alas ! how Jlow 
 Thy Prejence and Thy Voice to know. 
 Convince us all of Righteoujhejs : 
 By that great Work Thy People blejs, 
 Which our High Priejl hath wrought alone, 
 And carried to His Father's Throne. 
 Of Judgment, Lord, convince us too: 
 Teach us in Christ all things to view : 
 Oh, make us pure, with lightened eyes, 
 Harmlejs as doves, as Jerpents wije. 
 
 Horli, Cf)p Mim DutfpreaU. ! 
 
 LORD, Thy Wing outjipread, \ 
 
 And us Thy flock enfold ; i 
 
 Thy broad Wing jpread, that covered I 
 
 Thy Mercy-jeat of old : j 
 
 And o'er our nightly roof, i 
 
 And round our daily path, j 
 
 Keep watch and ward, and hold aloof ) 
 
 The Devil and his wrath. 
 
382 arcenaon anlj pentecoft* I 
 
 1 
 
 For Thou dq/l fence our head, 
 
 And jhield yea, Thou alone ] 
 
 The peafant on his pallet-bed, ^ 
 
 The prince upon his throne : ^ 
 
 Make then our heart Thine Ark, ; 
 
 Whereon Thy Myjlic Dove I 
 May brood, and lighten it, when dark, 
 
 With Beams of Peace and Love, i 
 
 That dearer far to Thee j 
 
 Than gold or cedar-Jhrine I 
 
 The bodies of Thy Saints may be, j 
 
 The Souls by Thee made Thine ; j 
 
 So never more be Jlirred J 
 
 That Voice within our heart. 
 
 The fearful Word that once was heard 
 Up ! Let Us hence depart. 
 
 Coelo0 arcenDit SoDie* 
 
 HE King of Glory, Christ mojl High, 
 Ajcends this day above the jky. 
 
 At God's Right Hand for evermore, 
 He jits, while Heaven and earth adore. 
 
 Fulfilled is David's myjlic Jlrain, 
 
 Who Jang Messiah's boundlejs Reign 
 
 I Jet my King on Sion's hill. 
 
 The utmojl earth Jhall do His Will. 
 
feflence m beaten. 383 
 
 In this our day of highejl joy, 
 
 Be Hymns to Christ our glad employ. 
 
 Thoje Hymns with Angel fongs we blend, 
 Dear Lord, Who dojl to Heaven ajcend. 
 
 ^(lence m l^tatien* 
 
 OME, Holy Ghost ; the Lamb has 
 broke 
 The hidden Scripture's jeals ; 
 Yet from the Throne no thunders woke. 
 No golden trumpet peals : 
 Myjlerious rejl of Light reprejl, 
 
 As when the day was won, 
 The fun Jlood Jlill on Gibeon's hill, 
 The moon in Ajalon ! 
 
 'Tis/ilence Jlill in all the Heaven, 
 
 Above, below, around ; 
 The Angels with the trumpets feven, 
 
 Who Jland prepared to found ; 
 The Saint before the golden Shrine, 
 
 The River by the Tree ; 
 And where the piftured harps recline 
 
 Upon the glajfy Sea. 
 
 Hold fajl the Rock, thou little Flock, 
 
 So fainting, and fo few ; 
 Lift, lift your hands the Angel (lands 
 
 With incenfe lit for you : 
 
384 SLtttnfxm arib ^tnmoH. 
 
 Thofe prayers Jhall be a cloudy Jea, 
 From myriad cenjers hurled ; 
 
 Earth's utmojl fpace your Meeting-place, 
 Your Upper-room the world. 
 
 iFeli;i: 2Dfe3 mortaUbusf. 
 
 HAPPY Day, to mortals dear, 
 When, by His precious Blood Jhed here, 
 The Man-God reached the agelejs hall 
 Clofed unto mankind Jince the Fall. 
 
 Where He, our Head, is gone before, 
 His Members thither too Jhall foar. 
 For, joined to His Humility, 
 Joined to His Glory we Jhall be. 
 
 Ajcended Lord, Who in Thy Grace 
 Preparejl for Thine Own a place, 
 Draw us, we pray, with cords of Love 
 From exile to our Home above. 
 
 There living Jlreams abundantly 
 With their Jweet draughts Jhall fatisfy 
 Thoje Souls from fear and trouble free, 
 Thoje happy Souls which dwell with Thee, 
 
 Giver of bounty, Blejsed Lord, 
 Thyjelf Jhalt be our great Reward, 
 When our brief Jbrrow here is o'er 
 Thou wilt give Joy for evermore. 
 
Slnni peracti0 menabusf. 385 
 
 And when we come to that one Fold, 
 Thee, Face to face, we Jhall behold, 
 For ever there Thy Praifes Jing, 
 For ever love Thee, Christ the King. 
 
 Jesu, Who never leavejl thofe 
 Whom once Thy Loving-kindnefs choje, 
 Send down Thy Spirit from Thy Throne, 
 Salvation's pledge, to teach Thine Own. 
 
 Sinni peractijs menabujj. 
 
 YEAR'S Jwift months have pajjed 
 away. 
 The Joys of Pentecojl are here ; 
 At length returns the wijhed-for day 
 Again believing hearts to cheer. 
 
 'Twas then the Spirit of the Lord 
 Filled with Celejlial Joys the earth ; 
 
 His radiant Glories all abroad 
 
 From Heaven throughout the world go forth. 
 
 For thus the Son of God mojl High 
 His Promije to the Apojlles made, 
 
 Afcending o'er the lofty Jky, 
 
 To Jend His Holy Spirit's Aid. 
 
 Now He by furejl proofs is here, 
 
 Apojlles' voices witnefs bear. 
 And various nations far and near, 
 
 In divers tongues His Power declare, 
 c c 
 
386 
 
 Slfcenaon anft |^encoft. 
 
 (S:) (Beift &e0 ^etrn, nur tieine l^utu 
 
 HOLY Ghost Thy Heavenly Dew 
 The hearts of jinners can renew ; 
 Thou dojl within our breajls abide, 
 And Jlill to holy aSions guide. 
 Thou mak'Jl the Soul with joy to Jing, 
 When Jbrrow's clouds are deepening ; 
 With Jesus Christ Thou mak'Jl us one, 
 Earnejl of Heaven, from God's high Throne. 
 Bejl Gift of God, and man's true Friend, 
 Into my inmojl Soul dejcend ; 
 The mind of Jesus Christ impart, 
 And confecrate to Thee my heart. 
 Teach me to do my Father's Will, 
 To lie, beneath His Guidance, jlill ; 
 Lighten my mind, and oh, incline 
 My heart to make His Pleafure mine. 
 From jpot and blemijh make me pure, 
 My future Blifs in Heaven jecure ; 
 When lojl in darknejs, give me Light, 
 And cheer me through death's dreary night. 
 
 i&entecoftal ^ppe anli ^tttitppe* 
 
 HEN Ifrael came from Egypt's land, 
 And after fifty days they jland 
 
 At Sinai's chofen place ; 
 The People jlood in fear and awe, 
 While their Dread Lord proclaimed His Law 
 Of Wrath, and not of Grace. 
 
Sl^unUo notjum 3Iu0 aicere. 387 ] 
 
 When Ijrael came to Canaan's Jhore, I 
 The home God promijed long before. 
 
 Yet won by war and toil ; J 
 
 Each Pentecojl they gave the Lord, | 
 
 According to His written Word, | 
 
 Thefiijl-fruitsofthejbil. \ 
 
 * * * I 
 
 Another Pentecojl came round, 1 
 
 Another Law gave forth its jbund, - ' 
 
 Of Grace and not of Wrath ; ] 
 
 The Twelve, baptized with Holy Ghost, ] 
 
 That Law proclaimed to Ijrael' s hojl, ^ 
 
 By Christ the Lord jent forth. 
 
 From every land at home, abroad, j 
 
 EleSed by their God and Lord, j 
 
 By new and Heavenly Birth ; ^ 
 
 Their earthly life they little prize, i 
 
 They give themjelves a Sacrifice, 1 
 
 The firfl-fruits of the earth. j 
 
 a^unliD notum lu0 Dicere. 1 
 
 pS Heralds here, Ajcended God, I 
 
 To publijh Thy new Law abroad, 1 
 
 We wait, within this Sacred Place, | 
 
 Th' Afflatus of Thy Spirit's Grace. j 
 
 Bound to Thy Service, Lord, may we j 
 
 With pure devotion worfhip Thee ; j 
 
 Till, filled with Influence from above, ] 
 
 We tell the world Thy glorious Love. j 
 
388 ^fcenaon anli ^entecoft^ 
 
 About to breathe Thy Spirit's Breath 
 On men, in virtue of Thy Death ; 
 By rich experience make us know 
 What BleJJings from Thy Sufferings flow. 
 
 Exalted to Thy Father's Throne, 
 His vajl Dominion is Thine Own ; 
 Lord, with Divine munificence. 
 To us the promijed Gifts dijpenje. 
 
 Let darknefs from our minds remove, 
 And our great Law be that of Love, 
 Thy potent Hand our hearts prepare, 
 And write this Law for ever there. 
 
 l^Dlp spirit ! long; txptttttt. 
 
 OLY Spirit ! long expefied. 
 
 Come, Thou Slow-returning Dove, 
 And the Olive-branch rejeded. 
 Oh, bring with Thee from above. 
 Holy Spirit ! 
 Let the favour 
 Of Thy Favour 
 Comfort all our hearts with Love. 
 
 Comforter of thofe in Jbrrow : 
 
 Guide to thofe who go ajlray : 
 Teacher, all whofe Lejjons borrow 
 
 Light from what the Lord did fay ; 
 
flDeffnet mvz ^5 ore, $ c* 389 
 
 Holy Spirit ! 
 Let Thy Guiding, 
 Grace providing, 
 Lead us upward into Day. 
 
 O Thou Advocate ! Whofe Pleading 
 
 Wins back thofe whofe Souls have erred, 
 While, for Jinners interceding, 
 Christ their Advocate is heard ; 
 Holy Spirit ! 
 Let Thy Praijes 
 Help to raije us 
 Nearer to th' Eternal Word. 
 
 iDeffnct znvt ^|)ore, furtten ^ffntt ae* 
 
 IFT ye up your Gates, ye Princes ! lift 
 them high. 
 Let the King of Glory enter glorioujly ; 
 Who is He that cometh, girt with 
 Legions bright ? 
 He, the Jlrong and mighty Viflor in the fight. 
 
 Open wide your portals, ye eternal Gates ! 
 For the King of Glory, glorious triumph waits. 
 Who is This, the King Who comes to reign on high, 
 He, Whom hojls of Angels jerve and glorify ? 
 
 Break forth into Jinging, all that dwell on earth, 
 Praijeyour God with joy, and laud His Name with 
 
 mirth : 
 Who in Manger rough a Weeping Infant lay, 
 Over earth and Heaven bears mojl blejQfed Jway. 
 
39<5 afcenaon ano ^cntecoff. ; 
 
 While that great rejoicing jbundeth far and wide, | 
 
 Goes He up in Glory to His Father's Side : j 
 
 He, of all forjaken on the cruel Tree, \ 
 
 Ruleth over all, to all Eternity. \ 
 
 )aluti5S !)umanae )ator* 
 
 UTHOR of lojl man's Salvation, 
 Jesu, each true heart's delight, 
 Framer of the new creation. 
 
 Light of lovers chajle and bright. 
 
 Lord, what mighty Mercy bowed Thee 
 Thus to bear Thy creatures' Jin ; 
 
 Guiltlejs, bidding Death o'ercloud Thee, 
 Guilty Souls from death to win ? 
 
 Burjling through the gulf infernal. 
 Thou unchain 'Jl the captive band ; 
 
 Triumphing in Jlate jupernal, 
 
 Sittejl now at God's Right Hand. 
 
 Oh, may yet Thy Pity turn Thee 
 
 To repair our ruined plight, 
 Cleanjed in beauty to dijcern Thee, 
 
 Filled with Thine all hallowing Light. 
 
 Thou, the Way, dojl Heavenward lead us ; 
 
 Goal, to which our hearts mujl tend : 
 Solace Jweet, 'mid tears to fpeed us ; 
 
 Crown of Life, when tears Jhall end. 
 
391 
 
 IGH praije to God, and laud devout, 
 With dulcet voice and joyous Jhout 
 Let the faithful people pay ; 
 For on the chojen Twelve that day 
 The Holy Spirit's Grace adored 
 In cloven Tongues of Fire was poured. 
 Oh, may the Prefent Paraclete 
 Purge us from every taint of Jin, 
 And build Himjelf a dwelling meet, 
 And pour our inmojl hearts within 
 All Gifts and Graces, that aright 
 Our Life be pleajing in His Sight, 
 Through endkjs ages infinite. 
 Sing we, Jhout we Alleluia, 
 To our God be Praife and Power, 
 Honour, Glory, Strength, and Might ! 
 
 flD Cfirifte, ^ixi notter polu 
 
 CHRIST, Who Leader in the race, 
 Enterejl Thy royal Dwelling-place, 
 Bid upwards draw to that blejl Jphere 
 Thoje whom Thou Jeejl projlrate here. 
 
 With love that knows no bafe alloy, 
 Oh, make us hajlen to the Joy 
 To every earthly heart unknown. 
 Which faith can tajle, and faith alone. 
 
3931 SLttmUm an& ^entecott. 
 
 Then Thou dojl give mojl full Reward 
 Thyjelf unto Thy dear Ones', Lord ; 
 And, the full blijs to overfill, 
 In all Thou workejl all Thy Will. 
 
 And the unjlinted (Ireams that pour 
 Their Divine Jweetnejs evermore, 
 Shall gladden the blejl inmates there, 
 Releajed from every fear and care. 
 
 ^riump^e ! plauHant a^aria. 
 
 ITH all your floods attending 
 Beat, Seas, upon the Jhore. 
 Ye Saints, more lowly bending, 
 Exalt Him more and more 
 The Lord of Lords ajcending 
 Above the Jlarry floor. 
 
 The Name which God has given, 
 
 All knees Jhall lowly bow 
 Of things in earth and. Heaven, 
 And things the earth below. 
 
 Ho ! Heavenly warders, glorious, 
 
 Your portals lift on high ; 
 The King of Kings viSorious 
 
 Let in on all the Jky ; 
 His Triumph meritorious 
 
 With praijes magnify. 
 
 Who is the King of Glory, 
 
 Who comes with Garments dyed 
 
From Bozrah's wine-prejs gory, 
 
 And Edom's purple tide ? 
 The Jlrong man's deathful foray 
 
 The Jlronger has defied. 
 
 The Father's Right Hand gracing, 
 
 Thy Throne, O Lord, prepare ; 
 The goal of all our racing. 
 
 The mark of every prayer ; 
 No pity's touch effacing 
 
 With Thee ajcending there. 
 
 The Name which God has given, 
 
 All knees Jhall lowly bow. 
 Of things in earth and Heaven, 
 And things the earth below. 
 
 AvBcrrvig rpii^f^epog. 
 
 FTER three days Thou didjl rife 
 Vijible to mortal eyes : 
 Firjl th' Eleven worjhipped Thee, 
 Then the rejl in Galilee : 
 Then a Cloud in glory bore 
 Thee to Thine own Native-Jhore, 
 
 Boldly David poured the Jlrain : 
 God afcends to Heaven again : 
 With the Trumpet's pealing note 
 Alleluias round Him float ; 
 As He now, by hard-won right. 
 Seeks the Fount of purejl Light. 
 
394 SUtmUm anil ^entecoft* 
 
 Crime on crime, and grief on grief, 
 Left the world without relief: 
 Now that aged, languid race 
 God hath quickened by His Grace ; 
 As Thy going up we Jee, 
 Glory to Thy Glory be. 
 
 WHitvz ig( our at^atter noto ? 
 
 HERE is our Majler now? 
 Vainly our eyes, 
 Seeking to follow Him, 
 Turn to the Jkies : 
 He is gone up on High, 
 Yet to us Jlill is nigh ; 
 He leaves us not. 
 
 Still He IS near to thofe 
 
 Met in His Name, 
 He with His Children walks 
 
 Through trial's flame ; 
 Near when His loved ones call, 
 Near when they lowly fall, 
 
 Still He is near. 
 
 It Jhall be given us 
 
 His Crown to Jhare, 
 So while on earth we live 
 
 His Crofs we bear ; 
 Ours Jhall His Glory be. 
 Ours then His Vidory 
 
 Valiantly won. 
 
SDe arcenaone 2DDmmU 39s 
 
 Where is the Promije now 
 
 That He will come ? 
 When will He lead His Own 
 
 To His bright Home ? 
 True is His Word and fure, 
 His Promije Jhall endure. 
 
 He Jhall return. 
 Sadly the weary ones 
 
 Wait for His Word, 
 Gladly the true in heart 
 
 Watch for their Lord. 
 Shall He come jbon or late ? 
 Blejsed are they that wait, 
 
 Till He appear. 
 
 2De arcenaone 2DDmmf* 
 
 HERE'S rapture in the Heavenly height, 
 And mujic 'mid the worlds of light. 
 For Glory's King afcends on High 
 Crowned with immortal ViSory. 
 
 He came to die, but lives again ; 
 The tyrant Death himjelf is jlain 
 While e'en the fpoils of conquered Hell 
 Shall the Redeemer's triumph jwell. 
 
 Rifen, that He might others raife ; 
 Sold, He the price of others pays ; 
 The wandering Jheep that far had Jlrayed 
 Has heard His Voice, and prized His Aid. 
 
 Rife, then, above thy fmful birth ; 
 Now live the life of Heaven on earth ; 
 
39^ SLttmrion anU pentecott. 
 
 Members of Christ mujl follow on 
 When He, their Head, before is gone. 
 
 Jesus ! the Glory, the Delight 
 
 Of Angels, clothed with Heavenly Might, 
 
 Do Thou our inmojl Souls injpire 
 
 To jeek Thee Jlill with warm dejire. 
 
 Grant us in Thee alone to live ; 
 Lead us ourjelves to Thee to give ; 
 And jlill Thy Love Divine impart. 
 And warm and cheer Thy People's heart. 
 
 ^fje l^eatien0 for tljeir miglitj I&ing; 
 prepare^ 
 
 HE Heavens for their mighty King 
 Prepare, when He Jhall captive bring 
 Captivity, and bear it high 
 In triumph, far above the jky. 
 They take their harps, they Jland, they wait 
 For His Return, at Heaven's gate 
 He comes then burjls the holy fong 
 Far through the aijles of Heaven ; and long 
 Re-echoes through th' eternal Hall. 
 Ten thoujand chariots at His Call 
 Roll down to earth, like thunder loud 
 Their noife ; and the Angelic crowd. 
 Ten thoujand times ten thoufand, all 
 Before His awful Prefence fall : 
 Then burjls the Hymn afrejh and fills 
 With joy the everlajling Hills. 
 
397 
 31 toiU not leatje pou ComfortleCgf^ 
 
 WILL not leave you Comfortlefs 
 The Promijed Spirit comes to blejs ; 
 The Pentecojtal Day is come, 
 And with one mind, in common home. 
 The Jad Difciples of the Lord 
 Waiting, obey His folemn Word. 
 Oh, let His Word with us abide, 
 While thus we keep our Whitjuntide ! 
 
 Sudden, above, and all around, 
 A mighty Wind, a rujhing Sound 
 Comes from the Clouds ajiinder riven ; 
 Rejijllejs comes it comes from Heaven- 
 Its Power expanjive makes its way. 
 And fills the chamber where they pray. 
 Oh, may that Power with us abide 
 To cheer us in our Whitjuntide ! 
 
 Not Sounds alone, but Sights are there, 
 For cloven Tongues of Fire appear ; 
 Brighter than jewelled diadem 
 They rejl on each and all of them : 
 The Heavenly Influence fpreads : and they 
 Exulting hail the glorious Day. 
 
 And oh, may we with thankful pride 
 Thus hail our glorious Whitjuntide ! . 
 
 Filled from one Source, the Holy Ghost, 
 (Jesus their theme, His Crojs their boajl) 
 
398 aCcenCoii anli pentecott. 
 
 No other teaching they require, 
 Kindled, injpired by Heaven's own Fire, 
 In Tongues ne'er learnt they Jesus preach, 
 E'en as the Spirit's Breathings teach. 
 Oh, help us, teach us. Heavenly Guide, 
 To keep aright our Whitjuntide ! 
 
 The tidings jbon were noijed abroad 
 Of Powers that fpoke the Prejent God ; 
 And numbers vajl of pious men, 
 From every clime 'neath Heaven's ken. 
 Each in his native language heard, 
 From men untaught, the jacred Word. 
 Oh, Jpread thoje tidings far and wide, 
 Blejl Founder of our Whitjuntide ! 
 
 Well might thoje lijleners cry Oh ! jee, 
 Are not they all from Galilee ? 
 How in our proper tongue doth each 
 Catch words of Wifdom from their jpeech ? 
 To keep a Feajl from far we came, 
 A holier Feajl we now proclaim. 
 And oh, what they far off dejcried. 
 May we enjoy each Whitjuntide ! 
 
 &urelp 31 come qufcfelp. 
 
 U RELY the Majler faid I come ' 
 Quickly to earth again : 
 And yet how long our eyes have watched 
 And waited but in vain. 
 
pentecoa^ 399 
 
 Long ? and in vain ? O foolijh heart, 
 When will thy faith grow Jlrong, 
 
 And learn that when the watch is pajl 
 Thou Jhall not deem it long. 
 
 No watch too long for Him Who comes : 
 
 Nor any waiting vain 
 For Crowns like thofe which God jhall give 
 
 When He hath come again. 
 
 O Coming Lord ! Who Jlill delay'Jl 
 
 Thy Chariot-wheels in Love, 
 To give us time to fit ourjelves 
 
 For higher rooms above. 
 
 Increaje our faith Nay ! wajh our Souls 
 
 More clean from guilty Jlain ; 
 Lejl, though Thou comejl quickly, we 
 
 Who wait jhould wait in vain : 
 Give us Jbme right to fay E'en ]b, 
 
 Lord Jesus, come again ! 
 
 SON of God, Who wentejl up on high 
 
 Only to come more nigh. 
 More nigh Thy orphaned Twelve the 
 firjl of us 
 Thy Sons innumerous, 
 Lo, at the break of Pentecojlal Day 
 
400 aCcenCon anU pentecott. 
 
 We lijl what God will fay, 
 In Sion, in the Mountain of Thy choice 
 We wait the Jlill fmall Voice. 
 
 He fpeaks ! He fpeaks ! now he that hath an ear 
 
 Let him the loved Voice hear 
 That where I am My Own might be alway 
 
 On earth I would not Jlay ; 
 A little while, and in My gracious Rain 
 
 To earth I came again. 
 That I with man might dwell and be his Friend 
 
 Even unto the end. 
 
 The Flejh Which died, Which nevermore Jhall die, 
 
 'Twas That I bare on high ; 
 My Death, My Life, to work 'mid Jin and woe, 
 
 'Twas That I fent below ; 
 Summed in the mighty Wind and Tongues of Fire 
 
 Are all ye can dejire 
 That ye may work with This your God and be 
 
 Mine through Eternity. . 
 
 Amen ! Amen ! jb be it. Lord, with all 
 
 Who love Thy Fejlival ! 
 Thou hajl not left us orphans ; to our need 
 
 The Comforter indeed. 
 The Eternal Father's Promije, Thy Work's 
 Crown, 
 
 The Spirit hath come down ; 
 The Father, thus, and Son, in Souls may dwell 
 
 For ever. It is well. 
 
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 HTMNS^ 
 
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 Page 
 
 69 
 
 87 
 
 393 
 
 360 
 
 230 
 
 78 
 
 CHILD is born in Bethlehem . . . 
 ^li^S% m jS, Afar the eaftern Sky is glowing , 
 
 337. After three days Thou didft rile . 
 
 304. Again the flowly circling year 
 
 195. A Holy, Pure, and Spotlefs Lamb 
 67. All hail ! thou Night, than day more bright . 
 
 112. All Nations of the earth rejoice 133 
 
 234. Alleluia! Christ is rilen 281 
 
 247. Alleluia! Jesus lives 295 
 
 197. Along the fteep and weary road ..... 233 
 
 200. Am I a ftone, and not a fheep ? 236 
 
 287. An Hymn of Glory let us fmg 339 
 
 301. And wilt Thou in this vale ? 355 
 
 269. Angels to our Jubilee 320 
 
 310. A Painter, long ago, wrought out the ftory . 367 
 
 201. A Stranger in the pale moonlight . . . . 237 
 330. As Heralds here, A fcended God .... 387 
 129. As ftars of night when morn is near . . . 153 
 244. As thofe who feek the break of day .... 292 
 
 * The Hymns are not numbered in the Text; but by a reference 
 to the Page they can at once be found both in the Index of the 
 Firft Lines and Table of Contents. 
 
4o6 "imtx Of t^e firft ?Line0. 
 
 No. ^ Page 
 
 118. As with gladnefs men of old 143 
 
 333. Author of loft man's Salvation 390 
 
 60. Ave! Maria 70 
 
 327. A year's fwift months have pafTed away . 385 
 
 305. Back returning to His Own 361 
 
 54. Before the paling of the Stars 63 
 
 45. Behold the Bridegroom cometh 50 
 
 261. Behold the Day the Lord hath made . . . 310 
 
 196. Behold the Man 23a 
 
 63. Bend to our hymns, Redeemer 74 
 
 148. Beneath Thy Crofs I ftand 176 
 
 87. Bethlehem hath opened Eden 102 
 
 185. Blefted Crofs ! all hail to thee 219 
 
 9. BlefTed Ruler of the Sky 10 
 
 311. Bleft Day, when doomed to die no more . . 368 
 
 T77. Blood is the Price of Heaven 209 
 
 no. Brighteft and beft of the Sons of the Morning 131 
 
 107. Bring, happy Day, to light 127 
 
 151. Brother in Christ ! Thy heart prepare . , 179 
 
 271. By God's ftrong Arm ftretched forth to fave . 313 
 
 146. By Jesus* Grave on either hand 173 
 
 267. Choir of the new Jerufalem 318 
 
 270. Christ is rifen! Alleluia! 321 
 
 274. Christ is rifen ! the Lord is come .... 326 
 
 19. Christ the Son of God moft High ... 22 
 
 119. Christ, through grief and toil we come . . 144 
 
 265. Christ, upon the Friday flain 315 
 
 231. Christ, we fmg Thy faving Paffion . . . 277 
 
 103. Christ went about the earth 122 
 
 285. Christ, Who for us didft evil quell . . . 338 
 
 202. Christ's peerlefs Crown 238 
 
 219. Cold is the wind 260 
 
 4. Come and releafe us. Son of God .... 5 
 
 300. Come! Creator-SpiRiT high 354 
 
 ^. 46. Come ! for the Lord hath called us ... . 52 
 
 325. Come, Holy Ghost ; the Lamb has broke . 383 
 
 295. Come! O Holy Spirit, come ! 348 
 
 321. Come, O Spirit, gracioully 380 
 
 83. Come out of doors, and leave thy fheep ... 97 
 
 94. Come! tune your heart ....... 109 
 
J^mtX of tt)e ifirft ?Line0^ 407 
 
 No. Page 
 
 89. Come ye Lofty 1 Come ye Lowly ! . . . 104 
 
 22. Creator of the ftarry height 26 
 
 167. Crofs ! whereon my Saviour bled .... 199 
 159. Crucify! O Crucify ! 191 
 
 184. Dark is the tomb and dreary is the dwelling . 217 
 
 168. Darkly frowns the evening Sky 200 
 
 298. Day of pleafure, Day of wonder 352 
 
 101. Dear Saviour when Thy chofen three . . 119 
 
 Deep hidden, by Divine Decree 38 
 
 Down through the hulhed and thickening air . 214 
 
 Draw out, fad heart, thy melody 268 
 
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 181 
 225 
 
 296. Dread King, to whom th' Angelic Hofts do cry 349 
 
 308. Earth, thy face adorn 
 
 106. Enthroned upon the Mountain-height 
 288. Eternal King, eternal Prieft . . . 
 
 ' 174. Eventful night is this 
 
 316. Exalt, exalt the Heavenly Gates . . 
 
 223. Fine Linen bring for Winding-ftieet 
 
 105. From daylight's portals 
 
 268. From the Regions unbeholden . . 
 78. From where the rifmg Sun goes forth 
 
 57- 
 
 37. 
 237. 
 
 72. 
 127, 
 
 55' 
 
 Glory to God 1 we were In bitter need 
 God calls you by His Voice of Might . 
 God is gone up with a merry noife . . 
 God is the Lord Who fhows us Light 
 Gold, Frankincenfe, and Myrrh . . . 
 Great King, from Heaven's high Throne 
 
 80. Habakkuk in ancient fong .... 
 169. Hail! Crofs moft fweet and holy . . . 
 
 240. Hail ! Day of days, in peals of praife 
 263. Hail ! Day of days, in peals of praife . 
 
 241. Hail! Day of joyous reft 
 
 171. Hail ! that Head with forrows bowing . 
 238. Hail! the holy Day of days .... 
 149. Hail to the Crofs! the Wood which bore 
 
 5. Hark ! a glad exulting throng . . . 
 66, Hark ! heard ye not the ancient Seer ? . 
 
 364 
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 340 
 206 
 
 373 
 
 266 
 125 
 
 319 
 
 90 
 
 66 
 
 42 
 
 284 
 
 83 
 
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 No. Page 
 
 20. Hark! through the lonely Wafte .... 24 
 
 158. Hafte! lovely Bride 189 
 
 229. He comes ! He comes ! 273 
 
 242. He is not here ! What words of cheer . . . 290 
 
 239. He is rifen ! He is rifen ! 286 
 
 272. He is rifen! to die no more 324 
 
 2. Heavily with dread thou loomeft 2 
 
 291. Heralds of your God ! 343 
 
 334. High praife to God, and laud devout . . . 391 
 
 182. Holy Father I from Thy Throne .... 215 
 
 44. Holy Sion's Feaft is fpread 49 
 
 331. Holy Spirit, Long-expe6^ed 388 
 
 214. Hope of thofe that have none other . . . . 254 
 
 "^253. How brightly glows the morning red ! . . . 302 
 
 143. How fhall I look upon that brow ? , . . , 169 
 
 109. How ftrongly and how fweetly 129 
 
 58. Hufh ! the Virgin's Song is ringing .... 67 
 
 226. I bore with thee long weary days and nights 269 
 
 35. I heard a Voice at the Matin chime .... 40 
 
 204. I love the Crofs. 'Tis a holy Form . . . 240 
 
 170. I thirft! O meek Redeemer, Thou didft cry . 203 
 
 341. I will not leave you Comfortlefs . . . . 397 
 
 175. If I have only Him 207 
 
 213. If thou doft wifli to joy indeed 252 
 
 153. If thou wilt indeed and truly 183 
 
 53. In her Lord His Church rejoices .... 61 
 
 85. In the nations Light hath rifen 99 
 
 17. Incarnate GoD ! what tongue can tell ... 20 
 
 93. Infant! born the world to free 108 
 
 166. Into the world which awe and gloom enfold . 199 
 
 179. It is finifhed ! 212 
 
 221. It is finifhed I He hath feen 263 
 
 7. Jesu, our Captain and our King .... 8 
 
 220. Jesu, Solace of my Soul 262 
 
 III. Jesu, the heart's own Sweetnefs and true Light 131 
 
 165. Jesus, gentle Suff'rer fay 197 
 
 230. Jesus lives no longer now 275 
 
 290. Jesus, Lord of Life eternal 342 
 
 i6i. Jesus, Whofe Hands, Whofe Feet, Whofe 
 
 Head '93 
 
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 104. Joy hath come to all of US ....... 124- 
 
 157. Joy In Hades, joy unknown 188 
 
 i5i. Joy! O joy ! ye broken hearted 300 
 
 259. Let Chriftian's grateful Hymn of praile . . 308 
 
 156. Let us now the Crucified One 186 
 
 I. Life of the World unfailing ...... 1 
 
 Lift the Portals ! He is rifen 334 
 
 Lift to Heaven your hearts adoring . . . . 335 
 
 Lift ye up your Gates, ye Princes . . . . 389 
 
 Light of the anxious heart 164 
 
 Like filver lamps in a diftant fhrine .... 60 
 
 Lo ! Christ is rifen this Day 327 
 
 Lo ! God to Heaven afcendeth 358 
 
 Lo ! I come to do Thy Will 220 
 
 Lo ! now the bright and gladfome Day draws 
 
 nigh -' ' 44- 
 
 Lo ! on the inglorious Tree . . . . . . 219 
 
 Lo ! the Day the Day of Life 53 
 
 Lo ! the gates of Death are broken .... 291 
 
 Lo ! the new-born Star appearing . . . . 159 
 
 Lo ! the pilgrim Magi 137 
 
 Lo ! the Thorn hath crowned the Flower . . 241 
 
 Lord Jesu, when we ftand afar 205 
 
 Love of Father and of Son . . . . . . 365 
 
 248. Mary! put thy grief away 297 
 
 193. Mylterious Darknefs! welcome now thy gloom 227 
 
 189. Night caft unwonted gloom around . . . 223 
 
 79. Night fpreads her fable veil 92 
 
 207. No fongs fhall break our gloom to-day . . . 244 
 
 8. Not too anxious for to-morrow 9 
 
 Now from his cradle comes the Child ... 19 
 
 Now is born our great Salvation 95 
 
 Now let me clofe mine eyes 13 
 
 Now let our Mother the Church in each nation 139 
 
 Now let us fit and weep ^ 245 
 
 Now the holy times foretold 356 
 
 Now the world's frefh dawn of birth . . , 272 
 
 Now thy Gentle Lamb, O Slon 305 
 
 Now to the new-born King 85 
 
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 215. O Calvary! 255 
 
 172. O Christ, O Saviour Dear 204.! 
 
 24. O Christ the Vine with living Fruit . . . 28' 
 
 335. O Christ, Who Leader in the race . . . 391: 
 
 86. O come ! Creator Spirit loi; 
 
 319. O Fire of the Comforter, O Life of all that live 377; 
 
 102. O firft in faith that overcame , i2ii 
 
 232. O give us Peace 278; 
 
 297. O glorious Jerufalem, Joy of all the earth . . 353; 
 
 138. O glorious fcene, paffing fair 163] 
 
 326. O happy Day to mortals dear 384! 
 
 328. O Holy Ghost, Thy Heavenly Dew . . . 38^ 
 
 144. O Holy Dove affift my love 170 
 
 194. O Jesu, in Thy Torture 2251 
 
 120. O Light of Light, Lord Jesu 145 
 
 150. O Lord the Wildernefs to me 17! 
 
 323. O Lord, Thy Wing outfpread 381 
 
 42. O Lord, Who in Thy wondrous Love . . 47 
 64. O Maiden in Thy lowly Bower 75 
 
 276. O Myftery of Myfteries 328 
 
 343. O Son of God, Who wenteft up on high . . 399 
 278. O Thou Who once from death didft rife . .330 
 
 227. O weary Heart in weary Breaft 270 
 
 14. O Wisdom, that proceeded 15 
 
 100. O ye who feek the Lord ....... 119 
 
 38. O'er the diftant Mountains breaking ... 43 
 
 245. Oh ! to write 293 
 
 206. Oh, touch not thou that holy Head .... 242 
 
 43, Oh! what is human life below? 47 
 
 211. Oh, what fhame and defolation 249 
 
 135. On Tabor's Mount how canft thou hope to 
 
 ftand 160 
 
 61. On the Birthday of the Lord 71 
 
 154. Only ftay of Man's Salvation 185 
 
 293. Open! ye Gates, for the battle hath ended . 345 
 
 218. Our BlelTed Lord ftill on the Crofs behold! . 259 
 
 236. Our Pafchal Joy at laft is here 283 
 
 28. Parted from Thee for evermore .... 32 
 
 X31. Praife the Lord, ye Heavens above . . . . 156 
 
 280. Praife to Christ with fuppliant voices . . . 331 
 
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 6. Prepare to meet thy God 8 
 
 a6o. Put on thy beautiful robes, Bride of Christ . 309 
 
 246. Rabboni ! Mafter, Lord Divine .... 294 
 
 256. Raife the high Hymn to Him Who died . . 305 
 
 266. Rejoice! Rejoice! 317 
 
 314, Rejoice, ye Saints, In glad accord .... 371 
 
 32. Rife, O Lord, In all Thy Glory .... 36 
 
 297. Rifen Lord, enthroned on High 350 
 
 98. Sab^an Odours load the air 115 
 
 322. Saviour, Thy Father's Promife fend . . 381 
 
 294. Sail on, O Ships, acrofs the main 346 
 
 282. Saints on earth, and Saints in light . . . . 333 
 
 15. Scarce difcerning ought before us .... 17 
 
 124. See! from where the purple morning . . . 149 
 
 180. See! Jofeph comes with Spices' ftore . . . 213 
 
 133. See them bending in the Manger .... 158 
 
 142. See ! where in fliame the GoD of Glory hangs 168 
 
 91. Shout ye Heavens with laud and praifmg . . 106 
 
 224. Silence in the Houfe of Prayer 267 
 
 292. Sing! O Heavens, O Earth rejoice! .... 345 
 
 69. Sing the Holy Child Christ 80 
 
 307. Sit Thou on My Right Hand 364 
 
 178. Six weary hours extended 211 
 
 77. Sleep ! Holy Babe 89 
 
 81. Son of God, before Thee 94 
 
 56. Spirit of Midnight bounding with happlnefs . 65 
 
 313. Spirit Superne, come down again .... 370 
 
 235. Spring is in its beauty glowing 282 
 
 88. Stars of Glory, Ihine more brightly .... 102 
 
 222. Stay! grieved One, ftay ! 265 
 
 216. Strike boldly down the tree of malice . . . 256 
 
 342. Surely the Mafter faid I come quickly . . 398 
 
 70. Swathed, and feebly wailing 81 
 
 126. Sweet Babe, That wrapt in twilight fhade . . 150 
 
 23. Thanks and pralfe and joy and blefling . . 27 
 
 II. That fearful Day, that Day of fpeechlels dread 12 
 
 141. The awful noon-tide gloom Is o'er .... 166 
 
 163. The bleffed Crofs (hines now to us . . . . 195 
 
412 31ntie;; of t!je ficd %im0. | 
 
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 96. The Cedar of Lebanon, Plant of renown . . ml 
 
 13. The Chariot! the Chariot! its wheels roll on fire 14 ' 
 
 147. The Crofs is ever good 174 : 
 
 315. The Day of Pentecoft 372 j 
 
 340. The Heavens for their mighty King prepare . 396 ; 
 
 73. The Herald lights from Heaven on golden wing 84 j 
 
 249. The joyful Morn ! 298 j 
 
 324. The King of Glory, Christ, moft High . . 382 i 
 
 25. The Lord draws nigh, the righteous Throne's : 
 
 Afleffor 29 : 
 
 254. The Lord is rifen to-day 303 \ 
 
 152. The Lord of Might from Sinai's brow . . . 182 \ 
 
 10. The Lord fhall come in dead of night ... 11 i 
 
 36. The Mighty One, the King of kings ... 41 ! 
 
 62. The Moon that now is fhining 72 ; 
 
 18. The night is far fpent, and the Day is at hand 21 ! 
 
 136. The nobleft cities upon earth 161 
 
 217. The Race is nearly finifhed 257 
 
 183. The Royal Banner floats on high . . . . 216 
 
 250. The i-uddy Morning clear and bright . . . 299 
 
 264. The Soldiers were watching 314 
 
 281. The Son of David bowed to die 333 
 
 31. The Son of Man ftiall come 35 
 
 123. The Star before doth Itilly glide 148 . 
 
 29. The Voice of one that cries 34 
 
 49. The Wonder-working Mafter 57 
 
 121. The wondering Sages trace from far ... 146 
 
 26. The World is grown old, and her pleafures are 
 
 paft 31 
 
 132. The World's Reftorer, Christ, of kings the 
 
 King 157 
 
 137. There are three Gifts, three Homages . . . 162 
 212. There is nothing more that they can do . . 251 
 339. There's rapture in the Heavenly height . . . 395 
 
 40. They will appear 45 
 
 21. Thine Advent is at hand 25 
 
 191. This Day, remote from earth's rude noife . . 226 
 
 113. This Feaft above all others rated '34 
 
 233. This is indeed the Day of God 280 
 
 71. This is the feftal Light 82 
 
 286. Thou art gone up on High 338 
 
 122. Thou That art the Father's Word . . . 147 
 
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 Thon, Who to fave 325 
 
 Thoufands have felt Thy healing Power . . 192 
 
 Three ancient Men in Bethlehem's Cave . . 128 
 
 Thrice blefled fruitful Theme of Mirth . . . 108 
 
 Thrice joyful night 76 
 
 Through miry paths I laboured on . . . . 172 
 
 Through the iilent midnight hours .... 136 
 
 'Tis paft, that night of deepeft gloom . . . 312 
 
 'Tis the Feaft of the change that lb rapidly ended 1 52 
 
 'Tis the laft of the Days He mull fojourn below 375 
 
 To Bethlehem, Sinners, hafte 141 
 
 To Calvary afcending 221 
 
 To Christ the Lord 79 
 
 To-day in Bethlehem iii 
 
 To-day the Son of God hath gone .... 369 
 
 To earth from Heaven glad Tidings I unfold . 149 
 
 To former fcenes of glorious Light .... 341 
 
 To hang transfixed upon the bitter Crofs , . 59 
 
 To the Lord for ever Glorious 117 
 
 To welcome Him Who fhall for ever reign . 34 
 
 Touch me not, Mary 301 
 
 Tree which Heaven has willed to dower . . 248 
 
 Truly at the Manger-fhed 154 
 
 'Twas in the Winter cold 98 
 
 'Twas Midnight . . . 105 
 
 Up! found your joyful fongs vi6lorIous . . . 330 
 
 Up that dark Hill funereal, faint with ill . , 234 
 
 50. Virgin Mother, oh, rejoice ! 5^ 
 
 3. Wake ! the ftartling Watch-cry pealeth . . 4 
 
 258. We are rifen with Christ to-day .... 306 
 
 48. We fmg to Thee, Emmanuel 55 
 
 190. Weepnot for me, oh! weep not Salem's Daughters 224 
 
 199. Weeping as they go their way 235 
 
 75. Welcome ! that Star in Judah's (ky .... 86 
 
 255. Welcome the triumphant token 304 
 
 41 . We watch to fee the Star of Gladnefs rife . .. 46 
 
 140. What Star is this that beams abroad .... 164 
 
 203. When acrofs the heart deep waves of forrow , 239 
 
 317. When all the Powers of Darknefs fpurning . 373 
 
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 162. When Christ let fall that Sanguined Shower 194 
 
 209. When evil thoughts bring trouble nigh . . . 246 
 
 176. When God came down from Heaven . . . 208 
 
 529. When Ifrael came from Egypt's land . . . 386 
 
 97. When the World (lept 113 
 
 155. When they fcoiirged and mocked and bound Him 186 
 
 338. Where is our Mafter now? 394 
 
 34. Whether there many be, or few 39 
 
 27. While Adam's race fore wounded lay ... 32 
 
 306. While up to Heaven God goeth 362 
 
 164. Who is This with Garments gory . . . , 196 
 
 336. With all your floods attending . . . . , 392 
 
 277. Words may not Thy Glory tell 329 
 
 192. Ye, for eafe of heart who long 227 
 
 320. Ye Saintly-Bands that circle round . . . . 378 
 
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 very confiderable extent. Here then we have a volume, which 
 will fupply food to the devout mind, in connection with the great 
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 and to many minds, we apprehend, there will be found to be more 
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 cates, that the Hymns contained in this Work are all devoted to | 
 one fubjel. Some idea of the labour incurred by the Editor may j 
 be gathered from the fa6l, that the Book contains 165 Hymns j 
 devoted to the Holy Communion. Thefe have been feleded from j 
 every available Source, many of them being Tranflations from i 
 Mediafcval Hymns, while others are original compofitions. There j 
 are copious Indices, and an explanatory Preface which is not the i 
 leaft interefting part of the work. It would be abfurd to fay a word ! 
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 fome few inaccuracies are found in its pages, we think the Editor's* 
 labours have been marked with confiderable fuccefs . . . There] 
 are no lefs than 165 Compofitions, the colledling, tranflating, and^ 
 arranging of which fupply abundant evidence of the earneft dili-l 
 gence and painftaking care of the Editor. The Wejleyan Times, i 
 
 " This elegantly got-up Book \Lyra Eucharijiica'] fcarcely comes] 
 within our province, but we wifh to call attention to it as contain- ; 
 ing a number of very beautiful pieces upon the fubjedl to which it< 
 is confecrated. Some of the Tranflations are original, and not a few> 
 among them are admirable." The Journal of Sacred Literature. 
 
 ** Lyra Eucharijiica and the Divine Liturgy, both of them com-] 
 pilations by the Rev. Orby Shipley, are got up with great typogra-j 
 phical luxe, and are edited with Mr. Shipley's ufual care." The\ 
 Ecclejiologiji. \ 
 
 *' The peculiar ftamp and beauty of the binding of this Hymnalj 
 \Lyra Eucharijiica"^, which has been evidently defigned with moft: 
 exquifite tafte, in accordance with the ftridleft rules of mediaeval art,j 
 is the firft circumftance which ftrikes the Reader on taking it intoj 
 his hands. Opening the Volume, everything is in character withl 
 the exterior mediaeval title-page mediaeval defigns, vignettes, andj 
 illuftrations mediaeval printing and the Hymns themfelves] 
 abundantly mediaeval and antique." The London Re'vietv, | 
 
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