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The Anth. O victorious mystery of the crofs! Grant that in triumph we may enter the celeftial court.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.

The Prayer. O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before. At the Third HOUR.

IN

V. By the Sign of the Crofs, &c.
The Verfe.

NCLINE unto my aid, O God.
R. O Lord make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c.

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Hymn.

T the third hour they raife their cry.

And all demand their God fhould die : Then crown'd with thorns in purple veft. The King of Kings, the people's jeft, Was forc'd to bear that fatal Crofs, Where conq'ring Death, he paid our lofs.

The Anth. The fentence of death is reverfed, and levelled againft cruel death itself, whilft Chrift on the Crofs cancels the Bonds of our offences.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.
The Prayer, O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before
At the Sixth HOUR.

V. By the fign of the Crofs, &c.

INC

The Verfe.

NCLINE unto my aid, O God.
R. O Lord make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c.

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The Hymn.

T the fixth hour, the noon of day,
Chrift's facred arms extended lay
Nail'd to the cross amidst the thieves.
Whilft gaul his facred thirst relieves :
Thus God they with derifion pay,
The Lamb that takes their fins away,

The Anth. By a tree we were made flaves, and by the Crofs we were set free: the fruit of the tree feduced us, the Son of God redeemed us.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.

The Prayer. O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before.

At the Ninth HOUR.

V. By the Sign of the Crofs, &c.

Verfe.

NCLINE unto my aid, O God.
R. O Lord, make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c.

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The Hymn.

T noon, the fatal hour of three, All Nature fhook, amaz'd to fee How Chrift the God of nature dy'd: His parting fighs and wounded fide: The fun's eclips'd, the rocks relent; And all but man, his pains refent.

The Anth. O wonderful effect of goodnefs! Even death itfelf then died when life expired on the cross.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.

The Prayer. O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before.

A EVEN-SONG.

V. By the fign of the Cross, &c.

IN

The Verfe

NCLINE unto my aid, O God.
R. O Lord make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c.

The Hymn.

HE fable evening mourns its lofs,

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Whilft Chrift is taken from the Crofs:

Thus God and Man, by mortal frife
Paid down the ranfom of our life:
And thus the Crown of Glory lay
Trodden and mix'd with common clay.

The Anth. O bleffed Crofs, which alone was worthy to bear the ranfom of the world! Sweet is the wood, fweet the nails, and sweet thy load! Thou alone art more higher than tallest cedars: On thee did hang the Saviour of the world: On thee did Chrift triumph, and death by death was made a flave for

ever.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.
The Prayer. O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before.

At COMPLIN.

V. By the fign of the Crofs, &c.

COR

Verfe.

YONVERT us, O God our Saviour.
R. And turn away thy anger from us.
V. Incline unto my aid, O God.

R. O Lord make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c.

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Hymn.

HE complin hour concludes our praise And Chrift in his fepulchre lays : With him embalm'd is treafur'd up The facred pledge of future hope; And Scriptures are fulfill'd: may we O Chrift preferve thy memory.

The Anth. Save us God, Saviour of the world; who by thy crofs and blood haft redeemed us; help us, we beseech thee, our God.

V. We adore thee, O Chrift, &c.

The Prayer. O Lord Jefus Chrift, as before.

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The Recommendation,

CCEPT, O Chrift, the humble vows,
And to the laft our cause efpouse :

That we may find fupport in thee,
In death's deplored agony. Amen.

The Office of the Holy Ghoft.

At Mattins.

V. The Grace of the Holy Ghoft, enlighten our fenfes and hearts.

Which is faid in the beginning of all hours of this Office. Verfe.

praife.

ORD, open my lips.

R. And my mouth fhall declare thy

V. Incline unto my aid, O God.
R. O Lord make hafte to help me.
Glory be to the Father, &c. Alleluia.

From Septuagefima to Eafter, instead of Alleluia, is faid
Praise be to thee, O Lord, King of eternal Glory.

O

Hymn.

DOVE divine, with wings difplay'd, Extend the cover of thy fhade, And make our fouls bear fruit to thee: Thou, by whofe pregnant fhadow, we Foretold by Gabriel's meffage, own The fruitful Maid, and Chrift her Son.. The Anth. Come, O Holy Ghoft, replenifh the hearts of thy faithful, and kindle in them the fire of thy love.

V. Send forth thy fpirit, and they fhall be. R. And thou fhalt renew the face

created.

of the earth.

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