Source and Giver of repose, Only from thy love it flows: Peace and happiness are thine; Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
SAVIOUR! when in dust to Thee Low we bow th' adoring knee, When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all thy pains and woe Suffer'd once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn Litany!
By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of th' insulting tempter's power, Turn, O turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn Litany!
By thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God! O, from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany!
ROCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power!
Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone- Thou must save, and Thou alone!
Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly- Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-lids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on thy judgment throne- Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do,- Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. And oh! when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed,-for Thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
Nor all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain
Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
O MOST merciful!
O most bountiful!
God the Father Almighty!
By the Redeemer's
Sweet intercession,
Hear us, help us when we cry!
SINCE Christ, our passover, is slain,
A sacrifice for all,
Let all with thankful hearts agree
To keep the festival:
Not with the leaven, as of old, Of sin and malice fed; But with unfeign'd sincerity, And truth's unleaven'd bread.
Christ, being raised by power divine, And rescued from the grave, Shall die no more; death shall on Him No more dominion have.
For that He died, 'twas for our sins He once vouchsafed to die;
But that He lives, He lives to God For all eternity.
So count yourselves as dead to sin, But graciously restored,
And made henceforth alive to God, Through JESUS CHRIST our Lord.
But the pains which He endured
Our salvation have procured; Now above the sky He's King,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Where the angels ever sing
He is risen, He is risen! Tell it with a joyful voice,
He has burst his three days' prison, Let the whole wide earth rejoice: Death is conquer'd, man is free, Christ has won the victory.
Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted, With glad smile and radiant brow; Lent's long shadows have departed, All His woes are over now;
And the passion that He bore, Sin and pain, can vex no more.
Come, with high and holy hymning, Chant our Lord's triumphant lay; Not one darksome cloud is dimming Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple East; Brighter far our Easter feast.
He is risen, He is risen!
He has oped the eternal gate; We are free from sin's dark prison, Risen to a holier state;
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
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