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When His heart stern death was rending,
They cried out, “ Thy death-bed leave, "And from off Thy cross descending, “We will upon Thee believe.”
To death resign'd
No, He hath not thence descended,
Or ye would for ever grieve,
'Tis He alone
Lord, with Thee in daily dying
May we die, and with Thee rise ;
To sing our God,
Why for thy Lord dost thou thus weep and mourn,
He, whom thou seekest in the murky tomb,
Why bringst thou myrrh and spices, offerings meet
Thy tears proclaim the greatness of Thy love,
Now go, first witness and first messenger,
All love, and praise, and majesty be Thine,
O CHRIST, our hope, our heart's desire,
Redemption's only spring ; Creator of the world art 'Thou,
Its SAVIOUR, and its King.
How vast the mercy and the love
Which laid our sins on Thee, And led Thee to a cruel death,
To set Thy people free!
But now the bonds of death are burst,
The ransom hath been paid ; And Thou art, on Thy Father's throne,
In glorious robes array’d.
O Christ, be Thou our present joy,
Our future great reward ; Our only glory may it be
To glory in the LORD.
THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL.
WHITHER, Saul, this raging sense
In thy bosom burning,
All thy fury turning ?
Christ is now at hand, behold,
Who His power defieth ?
On the earth he lieth :
He, who, fill’d with threatnings, sped,
Chains and death preparing ; By a gentle hand is led,
With a child-like bearing ; Like a raging wolf he came, But he goes a gentle lamb.