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3 That meek, that languid eye,

Turns from Himself away ; Invites the trernbling sinner nigh,

And bids him stay.

4 Stay with Him near the Tree,

Stay with Him near the Tomb; Stay till the risen Lord you see,

Stay “till He come."

Easter Eve.

102.

1 RESTING from His work to-day

In the tomb the Saviour lay ;
Still He slept, from Head to Feet
Shrouded in the winding-sheet,
Lying in the rock alone,
Hidden by the sealèd stone.

2

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.

3 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.

4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,

True affection's offering ;
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around ;
And in patient watch remain,
Till my Lord appear again.

T. Whytehrad.

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103.
THOU, sore oppress'd,

The Sabbath rest
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grave art keeping !
All Thy labour now is done,

Past is all Thy weeping!

2

The strife is o'er,

Nought hurts Thee more,
The heart at last hath slumber'd,
That in conflict sore for us

Bore our sins unnumber'd.

3

Thou awful tomb,

Once filled with gloom!
How blessed and how holy
Art thou now, since in the grave

Slept the Saviour lowly !

4

How calm and blest

The dead now rest
Who in the Lord departed !
All their works do follow them,
Yea, they sleep glad-hearted.

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5

O lead us Thou,

To rest e'en now,
With all who, sorely anguish'd
'Neath the burden of their sins,
Long in woe have languish'd.

O Blessèd Rock!

Soon grant Thy flock
To see Thy Sabbath morning,
Strife and pain will all be past
When that day is dawning. Amen.

V. Strauss. C. Winkworth. (tr.)

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IN the tomb behold He lies

Who the dead awaketh :
Christ, our stricken Sacrifice,

Of sweet rest partaketh.
Fear we then no more the gloom

Of Death's narrow dwelling;
Jesus died ! the wondering tomb

Of His praise is telling.
2 Vainly shall His foes rejoice;

Vainly Death detain Him:
Lazarus heard His wakening voice;

What shall then restrain Him?
What shall bind His conquering arm,

Who the mountains rendeth,
And that He may death disarm,
To the tomb descendeth ?

A. T. Russell.

105.

1 All is o'er ; the pain, the sorrow,

Human taunts, and fiendish spite ;
Death shall be despoiled to-morrow

Of the prey he grasps to-night;
Yet once more to seal His doom,
Christ must sleep within the tomb.

2

Close and still the cell that holds Him,

While in brief repose He lies ;
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,

Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:
Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

3 Fierce and deadly was the anguish

Which on yonder Cross He bore;
How did Soul and Body languish,

Till the toil of death was o’er !
But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the Serpent's head.

4 All night long, with plaintive voicing,

Chant His requiem soft and low;
Loftier strains of loud rejoicing

From to-morrow's harps shall flow :
“ Death and hell at length are slain,
Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign.”

Amen.

7. Moultrie,

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106.
JESUS Christ is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day,
Who did once upon the cross,
Suffer to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah!

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing

Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
Who endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

Hallelujah!

3 But the pain which He endured

Our salvation hath procured ;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing.

Hallelujah!
Book of Common Prayer.

107.
1 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

2

Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er ;
Lo! He sets in blood no more.

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