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Oh! praise the Father, and the Son,
Who bids us welcome to the skies, And Holy Ghost, by whom alone
We share the Saviour's victories,
(Salutis humanæ Sator. No. 71.)
Oh, Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace,
Now crushed is Satan's doleful reign,
Oh! let thy mercy then prevail,
Be thou our passage to the skies,
(Opus peregisti tuam. No. 72.)
REDEEMER ! now thy work is done! Death owns thy power, the prize is won! And now once more we see thee rise, Returning to thy native skies. A radiant cloud is now thy seat, And earth lies stretched beneath thy feet: While myriads, in their bright array, Attend thee homeward on thy way. Beside the everlasting gates The angel-host enraptured waits : Ile comes,
comes, and God's high throne Receives at length the Holy One. There, Jesu, thou hast never ceased To be our friend, our great high priest: Pleading in our behalf thy blood, That holy reconciling flood. And thence the Church, thy chosen bride, With spiritual gifts supplied, Through all her members draws from Thee Her hidden life of sanctity.
And thence, when perils close around, Thou makest us maintain our ground: 'Tis thy right arm subdues our foes, Thy hand the victor's prize bestows. All praise to Jesus Christ be given, The conqueror who returns to heaven : With praise exalt, ye heavenly host, The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
(Jesu, nostra, redemptio. No. 73.)
O CHRIST, our hope, our heart's desire,
Redemption's only spring ;
Its Saviour and its King.
Which laid our sins on Thee :
To set thy people free ! But now the bonds of death are burst,
The ransom has been paid :
In glorious robes arrayed.
Our sinful souls to spare!
And find acceptance there !
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY.
But lo! the cross, which once the Jew
And Gentile dared despise,
Shines brightly in the skies.
But find no mercy there :
And heighten their despair.
Or to such downfall come!
And from the singer's doom!
Oh, future Judge, to thy great name
All glory we afford!
Be equally adored.
(Nobis Olympo redditus. No. 76.)
On, Christ, who hast prepared a place
Source of all good, thou, gracious Lord,
With open face and joyful heart
Thy never-failing grace to prove,
O future Judge, Eternal Lord,
(0 Christi, qui noster poli. No. 77.)
() JESU, who art
before To thy blest realms of light, Oh, thither may our spirits soar,
And wing their upward flight!
Make us to those delights aspire,
Which spring from love to Thee, Which
pass the carnal heart's desire, Which faith alone can see.