Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoistened foot
Through the Red Sea waters.

'Tis the spring of souls to-day :
Christ hath burst His prison;
And from three days' sleep in death,
As a sun, hath risen.

All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal Feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render :
Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection

Welcomes, in unwearied strains,
Jesu's Resurrection.

Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst the twelve

Thou didst stand, bestowing

That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

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THIS HOLY MORN, SO FAIR AND
BRIGHT..

(Aurora cælum purpurat.)

Free, from the Latin of the Roman Breviary (Dominica in Albis), by the Rev. J. CHANDLER, 1837. Two different texts of this ancient hymnus paschalis in DANIEL, I. p. 83; MONE, I. p. 190 (" Aurora lucis rutilat "). Mone found a copy at Reichenau from the beginning of the ninth century. The Latin text is often divided into two hymns. Another version by CASWALL: "The Dawn was purpling over the sky;" and in the Hymnal Noted: “Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky." Compare also the next hymn.

THIS holy morn, so fair and bright,

Shall hear our praises swell :
For oh, what joy prevails on earth,
What wild despair in hell!

This morn our mighty King arose
From death's infernal cave,
And many a saint, to welcome Him.
Hath left his ancient grave.

In vain they sealed His sepulchre,
And watched around His tomb:
The Lord hath gained the victory,
And death is overcome.

Then calm your grief, dismiss your fears,
Let no more tears be shed:
The mighty Vanquisher of death
Is risen from the dead.

Oh, Jesu! may we ever live

From sin and sorrow free;

Then let us ever die to sin,
And ever live to Thee.

THE MORNING PURPLES ALL THE SKY. (Aurora cælum purpurat.)

On the basis of the same hymn of the Roman Breviary for the Dominica in Albis DANIEL, I. 83. By Dr. A. R. THOMPSON, New York, 1867. Contributed.

THE morning purples all the sky,
The air with praises rings;
Defeated hell stands sullen by,

The world exulting sings:
Glory to God! our glad lips cry;
All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God Most High,
For Christ's great victory!

While He, the King all strong to save,
Rends the dark doors away,

And through the breaches of the grave
Strides forth into the day.

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Glory to God! our glad lips cry;

All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God Most High,
For Christ's great victory!

Death's captive, in his gloomy prison
Fast fettered He has lain ;

But He has mastered death, is risen,

And death wears now the chain.
Glory to God! our glad lips cry ;
All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God Most High,
For Christ's great victory!

The shining angels cry, "Away
With grief; no spices bring;
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day,
Should greet the rising King!'
Glory to God! our glad lips cry;

All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God most High,
For Christ's great victory!

That Thou our Paschal Lamb mayst be,

And endless joy begin,

Jesus, Deliverer, set us free

From the dread death of sin.
Glory to God! our glad lips cry;
All praise and worship be

On earth, in heaven, to God Most High,
For Christ's great victory!

HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!

(Alleluia, Alleluia ! finita jam sunt prælia.) ̧

From the Latin of the 12th century (see DANIEL, II. 363), translated by Dr. J. M NEALE (Mediaval Hymns and Sequences, 3d ed. 1867, p. 168).

HALLELUJAH! Hallelujah!

Finished is the battle now:

The crown is on the Victor's brow!
Hence with sadness!

Sing with gladness,
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

After sharp death that him befell,
Jesus Christ hath conquered hell.
Earth is singing,

Heaven is ringing,
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

On the third morning He arose,

Bright with victory o'er his foes.

Sing we lauding,
And applauding,

Hallelujah!