Thou earth, thy lowest centre shake! Thou sun, with deepest gloom be black! 'Tis man's redeemer dies. See streaming from the unhallow'd tree Let sin no more our souls enslave! For Easter Day. HYMN XIV. P. M. NO God! the God of truth and love, T With joy advance the hymn divine: Let men on earth, like saints above, To him in strains harmonious join: For he did own his Son this day, And death resign'd his glorious prey. He rose, he rose, the Saviour rose, He reigns with ceaseless pow'r to save: F Cease then, ye mortals! cease to mourn, But, O most holy! most ador'd! HYMN XV. P. M. HRIST the Lord is ris'n to day! Hal. (Sons of men your homage pay,) Hal. Now he reigns above the sky, Hal. Hal. Sunday after Ascension Day. HYMN XVI. L. M. UR Lord is ris'n from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! "Ye everlasting doors give way." "Loose all your bars of massy light, "And wide unfold th' ætherial scene; "He claims these mansions as his right, "Receive the King of Glory in. "Who is the King of Glory,-who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, "The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, "And Jesus is the conqueror's name." Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Who is the king of glory,-who? B For Whitsunday. HYMN XVII. C. M. EHOLD! the sacred gift descends, Lo! heav'n to truth new vigour lends, Lo! men in human lore unskill'd, Their minds with grace cælestial fill'd, From hence to realms and climes remote, And souls with their instructions fraught, O Thou! whose wisdom, power and love, Let thy blest Spirit rule our hearts, - HYMN XVIII. L. M. REATOR Spirit! by whose aid, The world's foundations first were laid; Come, visit ev'ry pious mind: Come, pour thy joys on human kind! From sin and sorrow set us free; Make us thy temples, worthy thee: Illume our dull, and darken'd sight, Thou source of uncreated light! Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire: Make us eternal truths receive: For Trinity Sunday. HYMN XIX. C. M. HALL, holy, holy, holy Lord! Be endless praise to thee, Supreme, essential One, ador'd Thee, gracious Father, we confess We worship evermore. Three persons equally divine, We magnify and love; While choirs of saints and angels join,, To sing thy praise above.. |