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5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death

May we, with thee, arise
To an eternal Easter day
Of glory in the skies! Amen.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 167 PARADISE, O Paradise,

O " rest?

Who would not seek the happy land

Where they that loved are blest;
Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,
All rapture, through and through,

In God's most holy sight. 2 O Paradise, O Paradise,

The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?

Where loyal hearts, etc. 3 0 Paradise, O Paradise,

We long to sin no more;
We long to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;

Where loyal hearts, etc. 4 O Paradise, O Paradise,

We shall not wait for long;
E'en now the loving ear may catch
Faint fragments of thy song;

Where loyal hearts, etc.
5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,

O keep us in thy love,
And guide us to that happy land
Of perfect rest above;
Where loyal hearts, etc. Amen.

Frederick W. Faber, 1862, ait.

Also the following 16 Holy Father, cheer our way 409 When our heads are bowed with woe 410 God of the living, in whose eyes 462 O thou in whom thy saints repose

Easter-Day 168

10.10. with refrain HAI

AIL! festal day, to endless ages

known, When Christ, o'er death victorious, gained

his throne. 2 Now with the Lord of new and heavenly

birth His gifts return to grace the springing

earth. 3 He reigns supreme, who died the death of

shame; And all created things adore his Name. 4 Fulfill thy promise, King of love, we pray! The third morn brightens; rise, and come

away. 5 No mouldering tomb shall hold thee in

repose; No stone the ransom of the world enclose. 6 Who holdest all things in thy hollowed

hand, No rocky barrier can before thee stand. 7 Cast off thy grave-clothes; let them there

remain: Come forth to us, our All, our only gain.

8 Creator, Fount of Life, thou knowest the

grave; And thence returning, thou art strong

to save.

9 Light of the world, show us thy face

once more, The day that died with thee, to-day


10 A countless people, from death's fetters

free, Own thee Redeemer, join and follow


11 The shades of death are pierced, his laws

undone, And trembling chaos flees the rising sun.

Amen. Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609;

Tr. Theodore A. Lacey, 1884


shall say:


Five 1l's TELCOME, happy morning!” age

age Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won

to-day! Lo! the Dead is living, God for evermore! Him their true Creator, all his works adore! Welcome, happy morning!” age to age

shall say.

2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for

spring, All fresh gifts returned with her returning


Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every

bough, Speak his sorrow ended, hail his triumph


Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won


3 Months in due succession, days of length

ening light, Hours and passing moments praise thee in

their flight. Brightness of the morning, sky and fields Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise

to thee. “Welcome, happy morning!” age to age

and sea,

shall say

4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, Thou from heaven beholding human na

ture's fall, Of the Father's Godhead true and only

Son, Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won


5 Thou, of life the Author, death didst

undergo, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength

to show; Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfill

thy word, 'Tis thine own third morning! rise, O

buried Lord! Welcome, happy morning!” age to age 6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with

shall say.

Satan's chain: All that now is fallen raise to life again; Show thy face in brightness, bid the

nations see;

Bring again our daylight: day returns

with thee! Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won

to-day. Amen. Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609; Tr. John Ellerton, 1868

170 D. TOME, ye faithful, raise the strain

Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought his Israel

Into joy from sadness;
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke

Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot

Through the Red Sea waters. 2 'Tis the spring of souls to-day;

Christ hath burst his prison,
And from three days' sleep in death

As a sun hath risen;
All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying
From his light, to whom we give

Laud and praise undying.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright

With the day of splendour, With the royal feast of feasts,

Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains

Jesus' resurrection.

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