107. Buried with Christ in Baptism. (Collect.)

EYWOOD. P. M.

THAT holy rite, that solemn vow,
May we its heav'nly influence know,
Born from above, and kept, and blest:
So pass'd thy people through the flood;
So, guided by the shadowing cloud,
They gain'd the promis'd Canaan's rest.
Baptiz'd into the Saviour's death,
Oh may we die to all beneath,

And live henceforth to him alone:
Serve him with zeal and patience here,
And wait till he, our life, appear,

And raise us to a heav'nly throne.

108. Pleading Christ's Sufferings. (1 Pet. iii. 18.)

BY thy birth and early years;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy fasting, and distress,
In the lonely wilderness :
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus! look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By thine hour of dark despair;
By thine agony of prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn;
Cross and passion, pangs and cries;

By thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesus! look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By thy last expiring groan ;
By the seal'd sepulchral stone;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power from death to save;
Mighty God! ascended Lord!
To thy throne in heaven restor❜d;
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Hallelujah,

Unto Christ our heav'nly king,

Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

For the pains which he endur'd,
Our salvation have procur'd:
Now he reigns eternal king,
Where the angels ever sing,

Hallelujah,

110. The Christian Sabbath. (John xx. 1.)

ST. ANN'S. C. M.

THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise
In concert with the blest;

And, worshipping with joyful lays,
Improve this holy rest.

Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
In faith and hope we grow;
Thy power, thy love, thy glory see,
And triumph here below.

On this glad day to ransom'd men
Are brighter scenes display'd,
By God, th' eternal Word, than when
The universe he made.

He rises, who mankind has bought
With grief and pain extreme:

'Twas great to speak a world from nought;
'Twas greater to redeem.

111.

Deliverance by the Saviour's Victory. (Col. iii. 1-7.)

PORTSMOUTH NEW.

THE happy morn is come:
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save:

Captivity is captive led,

P. M.

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

Who now accuseth them

For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On him our help is laid;
By him our vict'ry won:
Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

112. Death vanquished, and Heaven opened. (Rom. vi. 10.)

ST. JAMES. C. M.

THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more,—

The Light, which scatters all your fears,
Your risen God, adore!

Alone the dreadful race he ran;
Alone the winepress trod;

He died, and suffer'd as a man ;

He rises as a God!

In vain the watch, the stone, the seal,
Forbid the Lord to rise:

He breaks the gates of death and hell,
And opens Paradise.

113.

Christ's Sufferings and Triumph.
(Acts ii. 22-24.)

WAREHAM. L. M.

HE dies, the Man of sorrow dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A fearful trembling shakes the ground.
Trace, sons of men, in sad review,
His grief, who bow'd beneath your load;
Who freely gave his life for you,

Pour'd forth in streams of precious blood.
Yet wipe away your tears, and tell
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led his captive, Death, in chains.
Sing, "Live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save:"
Sing, "Where, O Death, is now thy sting,
And where thy victory, O Grave?"
114. Christ's Resurrection an Earnest of ours.
(Rom. vi. 8, 9.)

ST. CECILIA. P. M.

OH joyful sound! Oh glorious hour!
When Christ, by his almighty power,
Arose, and left the grave:
Now let our songs his triumph tell,
Who broke the chains of death and hell,
And ever lives to save.

"The first-begotten from the dead,"
Behold him rise, his people's head,
Immortal life to bring:

What! though the saints like him shall die,
They share their leader's victory,

And triumph with their king.

No more we tremble at the grave;
For he, who died our souls to save,
Will raise our bodies too:

What! though this earthly house shall fail,
The Saviour's power will yet prevail,

And build it up anew.

115. An apostolic Ministry. (Matt. xxviii. 17-20.)

ABRIDGE. C. M.

ALL that supplies our daily need,
Thy hands, O Lord, bestow :
The means of grace, the hope of heaven,
From three alone must flow.

Thou hast ordain'd the ministers,
Who bring us heav'nly food,
That they may keep the chosen flock,
Bought with thy precious blood.

Oh may thy love constrain their hearts;
Let needful strength be given;
Fill them with zeal and wisdom here;
And crown their work in heaven.

TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK.

116. Christ coming to Judgment. (1 Cor. xv. 51-57.)

HELMSLEY. P. M.

DAY of Judgment, day of wonders!
Hark, the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than ten thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

See the Judge our nature wearing,
Robed in Majesty divine!
Ye, who long for his appearing,
Then shall in his glory shine.
Gracious Saviour!

Own me in that day for thine!

Then to all who have confessed,
Lov'd, and serv'd the Lord below,
He will say, Come near, ye blessed,
Take the kingdom I bestow;
You for ever

Shall

my love and glory know!

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