97. The victorious Saviour. (Isa. lxiii,)

ST. JAMES. C. M.

VICTORIOUS from the dreadful fight,
All hail, triumphant Lord! ;
Let ev'ry foe confess thy might,
By ev'ry saint ador'd.

Thy garments, red with glorious stains,
The fearful conflict tell,

When thou alone didst break our chains,
And crush the strength of hell.
Let the redeem'd exalt thy name;
Let angels praise above;
And songs of gratitude proclaim
The triumphs of thy love.

TUESDAY BEFORE EASTER.

98. Christ's Example of Patient Endurance. (Isa. 1. 5-7.)

ST. AUSTIN'S.

GO to dark Gethsemane,

P. M.

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
There your Saviour's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of him to watch and pray.
See him in the judgment-hall,
Bound, and beaten, and arraign'd;
Sad, forsaken, mock'd by all,
Yet by heav'nly love sustain'd;
Ye that suffer shame, or loss,
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.

Follow on to Calvary;

There the blessed Jesus view,
Dying on th' accursed tree,
Made a sacrifice for you:

"It is finish'd," hear him cry;
Look on him, and learn to die.

99. Christ the Refuge of Sinners. (Hosea. xiii. 9.)

ST. PETER. P. M.

ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath, and make me pure.

Merit I have none to bring,
Only to thy cross I cling:
Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

THURSDAY BEFORE EASTER.

100. For the Blessings of the Holy Communion. (1 Cor. xi. 23-26.)

LEBBEUS. P. M.

BREAD of our life, in mercy broken!
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed!
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed;
And be thy feast to us the token,
That by thy grace our souls are fed.

101. The Types fulfilled, and Redemption finished,

(John xix. 30.)

CALVARY. P. M.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary:
See the rocks are rent asunder!
Darkness veils the mid-day sky:
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.
Oh what joy to helpless sinners
These triumphant words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord :
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, his dying words record.
All the types and shadows finish'd
Of the ceremonial law :

Man's redemption now completed,
Death and hell no more shall awe :
"It is finish'd!"

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join the triumph to proclaim:
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise the Saviour's name:
Hallelujah!

102.

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

Pardon in Christ. (Heb. x. 14.)

YE that in these courts are found

List'ning to the gospel sound;
Lost and guilty as ye are;
Full of sorrow, sin, and care;
Glorify the King of kings;
Take the peace the gospel brings.
Turn to Christ your suppliant eyes;
View his perfect sacrifice;

See in him your sins forgiven;
Follow in his steps to heaven:
Glorify the King of kings;
Take the peace the gospel brings,

103. Gratitude for Redemption. (Heb. x. 19—22.)

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
The hopes that once I trusted most,
I quit them all for Jesus' blood.

See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?,
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small :
A love so boundless, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

104. Christ our Ransom. (Isa. liii. 4—6.)

O GOD, we praise thy wondrous love,
And bless our Saviour's name;
Who, man's salvation to procure,
Despis'd reproach and shame.

Through sorrow, pain, and death, he pass'd,
Thy pleasure to fulfil;

He magnified thy holy law,

And finish'd all thy will.

All we, forgetful of thy love,

Like sheep had gone astray;
But thou hast laid the curse on him
Who bore our griefs away.

To God, the everlasting king,
Be endless praises given;
Who sent his only Son to die,
And bring our souls to heaven,

105. Christ our Redeemer. (Gen. xxii, 18.)[

IRISH. C. M.

O LAMB of God! the victim slain,
On whom our sins were laid;
Whose life for ev'ry soul of man
Was once an off'ring made.

The great Redeemer, thee we own,
Of all our fallen race;

Our faith would look to thee alone,
And rest upon thy grace.

Didst thou, to raise our hopes on high,
Forsake thy throne above;
And give thyself for us to die,

Son of the Father's love?

O make us thine, that we may know
And feel our sins forgiven:
So shall we do thy will below,
And praise thy love in heaven.

106. For the Conversion of the Jews. (Third Collect.)

SAVOY. L. M.

OH, why should Israel's sons once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around:
Disown'd of heaven, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground!
O God of Israel, rend in twain
The vail which hides their Shiloh's light;
The sever'd olive branch again
To its own parent stock unite.

While Judah views his birthright gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move,
The Saviour he denied to own;

The Lord he crucified, to love.

Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise;
With eager feet one temple throng;
One God with mutual rapture praise.