SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. THE Lord of might, from Sinai's brow, Outstretched in fear and wonder. The Lord of love, on Calvary, For us he bore the weight of wo, The Lord of love, the Lord of might, Shall back return to claim his right, O'er Death and Hell defeated. GOOD FRIDAY. O more than merciful! whose bounty gave When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife, EASTER DAY. GOD is gone up with a merry noise Of saints that sing on high: With his own right hand and his holy arm He hath won the victory. Now empty are the courts of death, And he hath tamed the strength of hell, God is gone up with a merry noise With his own right hand and his holy arm FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. LIFE nor Death shall us dissever Sin may seek to snare us, Doubt and fear and grim despair, Their fangs against us try: But his might shall still defend us, And his Holy Spirit send us Comfort ere we die. ASCENSION DAY, AND SUNDAY AF TER. 'SIT thou on my right hand, my Son!' saith the Lord. 'Sit thou on my right hand, my Son, Till in the fatal hour Of my wrath, and my power, Thy foes shall be a footstool to thy throne. 'Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son,' saith the Lord. 'Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son, From earth and air and sea, And all that in them be, Which thou for thine heritage hast won.' Daily be thou praised, my Son,' saith the Lord. 'Daily be thou praised, my Son. And all that live and move, Let them bless thy bleeding love, And the work which thy worthiness hath done.' |