The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayers and anthems
Before Thee we present.
To Thee before Thy Passion
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee now high exalted
Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, &c. Amen.
CHRIST, Who art the Light and Day,
Thy beams chase night's dark shades away;
The very LIGHT of LIGHT Thou art,
Who dost that blessed Light impart.
All-Holy LORD, to Thee we bend,
Thy servants through this night defend,
And grant us calm repose in Thee,
A quiet night from perils free.
Let not dull sleep the soul oppress,
Nor secret foe the heart possess,
Nor Satan's wiles the flesh allure,
And make us in Thy sight impure.
Light slumber let our eyelids take,
The heart to Thee be still awake;
And Thy right hand protection be
To those who love and trust in Thee.
O LORD, our strong Defence, be nigh;
Bid all the powers of darkness fly;
Preserve and watch o'er us for good,
Whom Thou hast purchased with Thy Blood.
Remember us, dear LORD, we pray,
Whilst burthen'd in the flesh we stay;
Thou only canst the soul defend,—
Be with us, SAVIOUR, to the end.
Blest THREE IN ONE, and ONE IN THREE,
Almighty GoD, we pray to Thee,
That Thou would'st now vouchsafe to bless
Our fast with fruits of righteousness. Amen.
OW my tongue the mystery telling,
Of the glorious Body sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the Gentiles LORD and King,
In a Virgin's womb once dwelling,
Shed for this world's ransoming.
Given for us, and condescending
To be born for us below,
He with men in converse blending,
Dwelt the seed of truth to sow,
Till He closed with wondrous ending
His most patient life of woe.
That last night at supper lying
'Mid the Twelve, His chosen band,
JESUS, with the law complying,
Keeps the feast its rites demand;
Then, more precious Food supplying,
Gives Himself with His own Hand.
WORD-made-Flesh, true bread He maketh
By His word His Flesh to be;
Wine, His Blood; which whoso taketh
Must from carnal thoughts be free;
Faith alone, though sight forsaketh,
Shows true hearts the mystery.
Therefore we, before Him bending,
This great Sacrament revere;
Types and shadows have their ending,
For the newer rite is here;
Faith, our outward sense befriending,
Makes our inward vision clear.
Glory let us give, and blessing,
To the FATHER and the SON,
Honour, might, and praise addressing,
While eternal ages run;
Ever, too, His love confessing,
Who from Both with Both is ONE. Amen.
Y the Cross, sad vigil keeping,
Stood the mourning Mother, weeping,
Where her Son extended hung;
For her soul of joy bereaved,
Bow'd with anguish, deeply grieved,
Lo! the piercing sword had wrung.
Oh! how sad and sore distressed
Was the Virgin-Mother blessed
Of the Sole-begotten One;
JESUS on the Cross did languish,
She beneath did look with anguish
On her Dying Glorious SoN.
Who on CHRIST's dear Mother gazing,
Pierced by sorrow so amazing,
Plunged in agony so deep,-
Who on CHRIST's dear Mother thinking,
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,
Would not at her sorrows weep?
For His people's sins rejected,
She her JESUS unprotected
Saw, with thorns, with scourges rent;
Saw her Son from judgment taken,
Her Beloved in death forsaken,
Till His Spirit forth He sent.
With Thy Mother's deep devotion,
Make me feel her strong emotion,
Fount of Love, REDEEMER Kind!
That my heart, fresh ardour proving,
Thee my GOD and SAVIOUR loving,
May with Thee acceptance find!
The following verse may be sung between the verses of Hymns in Passion-Tide :
"Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto My Sorrow."
39. RESTING from His Work to-day,
tomb the SAVIOUR lay;
Still He slept, from Head to Feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealed stone.
Late at even there was seen,
Watching long, the Magdalene;
Early, ere the break of day,
Sorrowful, she took her way
To the holy garden glade,
Where her buried LORD was laid.
So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend;
Let me hew Thee, LORD, a shrine
In this rocky heart of mine,
Where in pure embalmed cell
None but Thou may ever dwell!
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