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4 By that fount of blessing

Thy dear love expressing,
All my aching sadness

Turn Thou into gladness.
5 Lord, in mercy guide me,

Be Thou e'er beside me;
In Thy ways direct me,
'Neath Thy wings protect me.

H. Collins. 284

7s, 6s. LORD Jesus, by Thy passion,

To Thee I make my prayer,
Thou who in mercy smitest,

Have mercy, Lord, and spare. 2 Oh, wash me in the fountain

That floweth from Thy side.
Oh, clothe me in the raiment

Thy blood hath purified.
3 Oh, hold Thou up my goings,

And lead from strength to strength, That unto Thee in Zion

I may appear at length.
4 Oh, hearken to my knocking,

And open wide the door,
That I may enter freely

And never leave Thee more. 5 Oh, bring me, loving Jesus,

To that most blessèd place,
Where angels and archangels

Look ever on Thy face, 6 Where gladsome alleluias

Unceasingly resound,
Where martyrs, now triumphant,

Walk robed in white and crowned.

7 Oh, make my spirit worthy

To join that ransomed throng ;
Oh, teach my lips to utter

That everlasting song.

8 Oh, give that last blest blessing

That even saints can know,
To follow in Thy footsteps

Wherever Thou dost go.
9 Not wisdom, might, or glory,

I ask to win above;
I ask for Thee, Thee only,
0 Thou eternal love!

R. F. Littledale.


BLESSED Saviour, Thee I love,
All my other joys above,
All my hopes in Thee abide,
Thou my hope, and naught beside:
Ever let my glory be,

Only, only, only Thee.
2 Once again beside the cross,

All my gain I count but loss,
Earthly pleasures fade away,
Clouds they are that hide my day ;
Hence, vain shadows, let me see
Jesus, crucified for me.

3 Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,

Thine to live, and Thine to die;
Height or depth, or earthly power,
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more :
Ever shall my glory be,
Only, only, only thee.

G. Duffield.


RESTING from His work to-day,
In the tomb the Saviour lay ;
Still He slept, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,

Hidden by the sealed stone.
2 Late at even there was seen

Watching long the Magdalene,
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried Lord was laid.

3 So with Thee, till life shall end,

I would solemn vigil spend ;
Let me hew Thee, Lord, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmèd cell

None but Thee may ever dwell.
4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,

True affection's offering;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around ;
And in patient watch remain
Till my Lord appear again.

T. Whytehead. 287

8,8,8,4. MORN's roseate hues have deck'd the sky, The Lord has ris'n with victory ; Let earth be glad, and raise the cry,

Alleluia ! 2 The Prince of life with death has striven,

To cleanse the earth His blood has given, Has rent the veil, and opened heaven.

Alleluia !

3 And He, the wheat-corn, sown in earth,

Has given a glorious harvest birth :
Rejoice, and sing with holy mirth

Alleluia !

4 Our bodies, mouldering to decay,

Are sown to rise to heavenly day ;
For He by rising burst the way.

Alleluia !

5 And he, dear Lord, that with Thee dies,

And fleshly passions crucifies,
In body like to Thine shall rise.

Alleluia !

6 Oh, grant us, then, with Thee to die,

To spurn earth's fleeting vanity,
And love the things above the sky.

Alleluia !

7 Oh, praise the Father and the Son,

Who has for us the triumph won,
And Holy Ghost, the Three in One.
Alleluia !

Latin. Tr. W. Cooke.


75,8s. With Alleluia. JESUS lives ! thy terrors now

Can no longer, death, appall us ;
Jesus lives! by this we know
Thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us.

Alleluia !

2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death

But the gate of life immortal ;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Alleluia !

3 Jesus lives! for us He died ;

Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.

4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well

Naught from us His love shall sever,
Life, nor death, nor pow’rs of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Alleluia !

5 Jesus lives ! to Him the throne

Over all the world is given ;
May we go where He has gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.

Alleluia !
C. F. Gellert. (Jesus lebt ! mit Ihem auch ich.)

Tr. Miss F. E. Cox. Alt.


L. M. Lift up, lift up your voices now, The whole wide world rejoices now; The Lord hath triumphed gloriously, The Lord shall reign victoriously.

2 In vain with stone the cave they barred,

In vain the watch kept ward and guard;
Majestic from the spoiled tomb,
In pomp of triumph Christ is come.

3 He binds in chains the ancient foe;

A countless host He frees from woe ;
And heaven's high portal open flies,

For Christ has risen, and man shall rise. 4 And all He did, and all He bare,

He gives us as our own to share ;
And hope and joy and peace begin,
For Christ has won, and man shall win.

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