3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine-press trod :

He groans-he dies-behold the Man! . He lives-behold the God!

4 In vain the watch, the stone, the seal, Forbid the Lord to rise;

He breaks the gates of death and hell,
Paradise!

And opens

1 HAIL the day, that sees Him rise

Glorious to His native skies :

Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n,
Enters now the highest heav'n.
2 There the glorious triumph waits ;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ has vanquish'd death and sin;
Take the King of Glory in.

3 Lo! the heav'n its Lord receives,
Yet He loves the earth he leaves:
Though returning to His throne,
Still he calls mankind his own.

4 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death he pleads;
Near himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

5 O! though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure height,

Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.

HYMN XXIX. P. M.

(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

1 CHRIST is gone up with a joyful sound,

He is gone to his bright abode;

The armies of heav'n they throng around,
To hail their ascended God.

2 He is gone to his glorious throne on high,
And to claim the victor's crown;
And captive he leads captivity,

And the foe he has overthrown.

3 He is gone to pour, from the fount of love, Rich gifts on a sinful race;

To prepare a place for the saints above,
And to shed the Spirit's grace.

4 O bless the Lord for such mercy shewn! O bless, with our latest breath,

The mighty God, in whose hands alone
Are the issues of life and death!
5 Christ is gone up with a joyful sound,
He is gone to his bright abode;

With the Seraphim pure who his throne sur-
O praise our ascended God!

Whit-Sunday.

HYMN XXX.

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1 SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love!
Shed thy blest influence from above;
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this Sacred Day!

2 In ev'ry clime, by ev'ry tongue,
Be God's amazing glory sung:
Let all the list'ning earth be taught
The acts our Great Redeemer wrought.

2 Unfailing Comfort! Heav'nly Guide! Still o'er thy favour'd Church preside! Still may mankind thy blessing prove, Spirit of Mercy, Truth, and Love!

HYMN XXXI. 6 EIGHTS.

1 CREATOR, Spirit! by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every pious mind!

Come, pour thy joys on all mankind!
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee!

2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high, Rich in thy seven-fold energy!

Thrice Holy Fount! Thrice Holy Fire!
Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire!
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing!

3 Eternal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's Name:
Let God the Son be glorified,

Who for the world's redemption died!
And equal adoration be,

O blessed Comforter, to Thee!

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HYMN XXXII. P. M.

ET songs of praises fill the sky!
Christ, our ascended Lord,
Sends down his Spirit from on high,
Fulfilling all his Word:

All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

2 The Spirit, by His heav'nly breath,
New life creates within:

He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin :

All hail the day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

3 Come, Holy Spirit! from above,
With thy celestial fire;

Come, and with flames of zeal and love
Our hearts and tongues inspire!
Be this our day of Pentecost,
The coming of the Holy Ghost!

HYMN XXXIII. c. M.

1 SPIRIT of Truth! on this Thy day
To Thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality!

2 We ask not, Lord, thy cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long Thy praises to proclaim
With fervour in our own.

3 No heav'nly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share ;
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near,
And bless Thee in our prayer.

4 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove,

Do Thou thy trembling servants stay,
With Faith, with Hope, with Love!

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(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")

OUR

UR blest Redeemer, ere He breath'd
His tender last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeath'd,
With us to dwell.

2 He came, in semblance of a dove,
With shelt'ring wings outspread;
The holy balm of peace and love
Ön earth to shed.

3 He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,

While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

4 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each thought, that calms each And speaks of heav'n.

5 And ev'ry virtue we possess,

And ev'ry vict'ry won,
And ev'ry thought of holiness,
Are His alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,

Our weakness, pitying, see!

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O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee!