105.

Christ our Redeemer. (Gen. xxii. 18.)

IRISH. C. M.

O LAMB of God! the victim slain,
On whom our sins were laid;
Whose life for ev'ry soul of man
Was once an off'ring made.

The great Redeemer, Thee we own!
Of all our fallen race;

Our faith would look to thee alone,
And rest upon thy grace.

Didst thou, to raise our hopes on high,
Forsake thy throne above;
And give thyself for us to die,-
Son of the Father's love!

O make us thine, that we may know
And feel our sins forgiven:
So shall we do thy will below,
And praise thy love in heaven.

106. For the Conversion of the Jews. (Third Collect.)

SAVOY. L M.

OH why should Israel's sons, once blest,
Still roam the scorning world around;
Disown'd of heaven, by man opprest,
Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground!
O God of Israel, rend in twain
The vail which hides their Shiloh's light;
The sever'd olive branch again

To its own parent stock unite.

While Judah views his birthright gone,
With contrite shame his bosom move
The Saviour he denied to own;

The Lord he crucified to love.

Haste, glorious day, expected long,
When Jew and Greek one prayer shall raise;
With eager feet one temple throng;
One God with mutual rapture praise!

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.

109.

Adoration of a risen Saviour.

(1 Cor. xv. 20-22.)

SALISBURY.

P. M.

JESUS Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy-day;
Who so meekly on the Cross,

Suffer'd to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah,

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.)

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

Captivity is captive led,

For Jesus liveth, who was dead.

Who now accuseth them

For whom their Surety died?
Who shall their souls condenin
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.