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Thou earth, thy lowest centre shake!
With Jesus sympathize!

Thou sun, with deepest gloom be black! 'Tis man's redeemer dies.

See streaming from the unhallow'd tree
His all atoning blood!-
Is this the Infinite ?-'Tis He;-
Our Saviour and our God.

Let sin no more our souls enslave!
Break, Lord the tyrant's chain!
O! save us, whom thou cam'st to save!
Nor bleed, nor die in vain!

For Easter Day.

HYMN XIV. P. M.

NO God! the God of truth and love,

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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 left the gloomy silent grave!
Triumphant o'er his deadly foes,

He reigns with ceaseless pow'r to save:
Angels the joyful truth proclaim,
And bless the great Redeemer's name.

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Cease then, ye mortals! cease to mourn,
Extend your hopes beyond the tomb;
Though human dust to dust shall turn,
These forms again more fair shall bloom;
For he who died, now lives on high,
Who man shall raise no more to die.

But, O most holy! most ador'd!
Jehovah! Father! Friend of all!
From sin revive us by thy word-
Renew our souls no more to fall:
That, at the last loud trumpet's sound,
Thy heirs with Christ we may be found.

HYMN XV. P. M.

HRIST the Lord is ris'n to day! Hal. (Sons of men your homage pay,) Hal.

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Now he reigns above the sky,
Where the angels ever cry.

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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:
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
"Ye everlasting doors! give way.

"Who is the king of glory,-who?
"The Lord of glorious pow'r possest;
"The king of saints, and angels too :
God over all, for ever blest!"

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For Whitsunday.

HYMN XVII. C. M.

EHOLD! the sacred gift descends,
The mystic tongues appear;

Lo! heav'n to truth new vigour lends,
And pow'r divine is here.

Lo! men in human lore unskill'd,
With eloquence endu'd,

Their minds with grace cælestial fill'd,
Once ignorant and rude.

From hence to realms and climes remote,
They light and life convey:

And souls with their instructions fraught,
Their Saviour's laws obey.

O Thou! whose wisdom, power and love,
This day such wonders wrought,
Teach us in goodness to improve,
In deed, in word, and thought.

Let thy blest Spirit rule our hearts,
And save us from our foes:
For this alone true peace imparts,
And lasting bliss bestows.

- 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:
Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us, while we sing.

Make us eternal truths receive:
And practice all that we believe:
Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind..

For Trinity Sunday.

HYMN XIX. C. M.

HALL, holy, holy, holy Lord!

Be endless praise to thee,

Supreme, essential One, ador'd
In co-eternal Three!

Thee, gracious Father, we confess
Thee, blessed Son, adore;
Thee, Spirit of truth and holiness,

We worship evermore.

Three persons equally divine,

We magnify and love;

While choirs of saints and angels join,, To sing thy praise above..

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