EVENTIDE IOS. W. H. MONK Our sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on Thee; Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set us free; And now Thy toil is o'er; Thy grief and pain Have passed a - way; the veil is rent in twain. 275 OUR sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on 3 Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above, Thee; Thou wast abiding ever, Lord of love, Thy stripes have healed, Thy bonds have set Eternal, filling all created things us free; With Thine own presence, Jesus, King of And now thy toil is o'er; Thy grief and pain kings! Have passed away; the veil is rent in twain. 4 E'en now our place is with Thee on the 2 Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect throne, peace [cease, For Thou abidest ever with Thine own; Where all the wicked from their troubling Yet in the tomb with Thee, we watch for Thy tranquil Sabbath in the grave to keep: Thy Father giveth His beloved sleep. RESURGAM P. M. day; O let Thine angels roll the stone away! Edward Wilton Eddis 1864 J. B. CALKIN 276 4 How calm and blest, the dead now rest All their works do follow them, 2 The strife is o'er, naught hurts Thee more: 5 O lead us Thou to rest e'en now, The heart at last hath slumbered That in conflict sore for us Bore our sins unnumbered. With all who, sorely anguished 'Neath the burden of their sins, Long in woe have languished. 3 Thou awful tomb, once filled with gloom, 6 O Lord, our Rock, soon grant Thy flock How blessed and how holy Art thou now, since in the grave Slept the Saviour lowly! To see Thy Easter morning: Tr. by Catherine Winkworth 1862 COME, ye faithful, raise the strain God hath brought His Israel Long and dark, is flying ALEXANDER S. M. 3 Now the queen of seasons, bright With the royal feast of feasts, Who, with true affection, 4 "Hallelujah!" now we cry John of Damascene ab. 700 ROTTERDAM 7s, 6s. D. B. TOURS The day of resur- rec-tion, Earth,tell it out a-broad: The Passover of gladness, The Passo- ver of God. From death to life eternal, From earth unto the sky,Our Christ hath brought us over, With hymns of victory. 279 THE day of resurrection, From earth unto the sky, 2 Our hearts be pure from evil, LANCASHIRE 7s, 6s. D. And, listening to His accents, 3 Now let the heavens be joyful; Their notes let all things blend, John of Damascene ab. 700 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862 H. SMART Through the open gates of gladness All the doubting and dejection Of our trembling hearts have ceased: "Tis His day of resurrection! Let us rise and keep the Feast.-REF. |