5 The Church of thy dear Son O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand, 6 Give peace, Lord, in our time: Nor lawless deed of crime O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand, 183 W. Walsham How, 1871 C.M. LORD in thy Name thy servants plead, And thou hast sworn to hear; Thine is the harvest, thine the seed, 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with thee; And now that spring has on us smiled, 3 The former and the latter rain, The green ear, and the golden grain, 4 Thine, too, by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. 5 So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That thee, in thy new heaven and earth, HAIL! festal day! to endless ages When God ascended to his starry throne. 2 Now with the Lord of new and heavenly birth, His gifts return to grace the springing earth. 3 Now glows the earth with painted flowers' array, And warmer light unbars the gates of day. 4 Now Christ, from gloomy hell, comes triumphing, And field and grove with flower and leafage spring. 5 The reign of death o'erthrown, he mounts on high, Sent forth with joyous praise from sea and sky. 6 Loose now the captives, loose the prison door, The fallen, from the deep, to light restore. 7 A countless people, from death's fetters free, Own thee Redeemer, join, and follow thee. 8 Creator and Redeemer, Christ our Light! The One begotten of the Father's might; 9 Co-equal, Co-eternal, thou to whom The kingdom of the world decreed shall come; 10 Thou, looking on our race in darkness laid, To rescue man, true Man thyself wast made Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609; 185 8.7.8.7.4.7 LOOK, ye saints; the sight is glorious; See the of now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow; Crown him! Crown him! Crowns become the Victor's brow. 2 Crown the Saviour, angels crown him; Crown the Saviour King of kings. 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, 4 Hark! those bursts of acclamation! King of kings, and Lord of lords. 186 Thomas Kelly, 1809 L.M. IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates! The King of kings is drawing near; 2 The Lord is just, a helper tried; 3 O blest the land, the city blest, 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart! From earthly use for heaven's employ, 5 Redeemer, come! I open wide 6 So come, my Sovereign! enter in! Amen. George Weissel, 1642; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855 187 OU UR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. L.M. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 4 Who is the King of glory, who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, |