5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death
May we, with thee, arise
To an eternal Easter day
Of glory in the skies! Amen.

167

O

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862

8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6

PARADISE, O Paradise,

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture, through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

2 0 Paradise, O Paradise,

The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Where loyal hearts, etc.

3 0 Paradise, O Paradise,

We long to sin no more;
We long to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts, etc.

4 O Paradise, O Paradise,

We shall not wait for long;
E'en now the loving ear may catch
Faint fragments of thy song;
Where loyal hearts, etc.

5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,
O keep us in thy love,

And guide us to that happy land
Of perfect rest above;

Where loyal hearts, etc. Amen.

Frederick W. Faber, 1862, alt.

Also the following

16 Holy Father, cheer our way

409 When our heads are bowed with woe
410 God of the living, in whose eyes
462 O thou in whom thy saints repose

168

HA

Easter-Day

10.10. with refrain

AIL! festal day, to endless ages known,

When Christ, o'er death victorious, gained his throne.

2 Now with the Lord of new and heavenly birth,

His gifts return to grace the springing earth.

3 He reigns supreme, who died the death of shame;

And all created things adore his Name.

4 Fulfill thy promise, King of love, we pray! The third morn brightens; rise, and come

away.

5 No mouldering tomb shall hold thee in repose;

No stone the ransom of the world enclose.

6 Who holdest all things in thy hollowed hand,

No rocky barrier can before thee stand.

7 Cast off thy grave-clothes; let them there remain:

Come forth to us, our All, our only gain.

8 Creator, Fount of Life, thou knowest the

grave;

And thence returning, thou art strong to save.

9 Light of the world, show us thy face once more,

The day that died with thee, to-day restore.

10 A countless people, from death's fetters free,

Own thee Redeemer, join and follow thee.

11 The shades of death are pierced, his laws undone,.

And trembling chaos flees the rising sun.

Amen.

Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609;
Tr. Theodore A. Lacey, 1884

169

Five 11's

TELCOME, happy morning!" age to age shall say:

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day!

Lo! the Dead is living, God for evermore! Him their true Creator, all his works adore! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

2 Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring,

All fresh gifts returned with her returning King:

Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough,

Speak his sorrow ended, hail his triumph

now.

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day!

3 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light,

Hours and passing moments praise thee in their flight.

Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea,

Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to thee.

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

4 Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, Thou from heaven beholding human nature's fall,

Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son,

Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day!

5 Thou, of life the Author, death didst undergo,

Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show;

Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfill thy word,

'Tis thine own third morning! rise, O buried Lord!

"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say.

6 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain:

All that now is fallen raise to life again; Show thy face in brightness, bid the nations see;

Bring again our daylight: day returns with thee!

Hell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day. Amen.

Venantius Fortunatus, c. 530-609; Tr. John Ellerton, 1868

170

7.6.7.6 D.

NOME, ye faithful, raise the strain

Of triumphant gladness;

God hath brought his Israel
Into joy from sadness;

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

2 '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.

3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendour,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.