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3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal

Christ hath burst the gates of hell !
Death in vain forbids His rise ;

Christ hath opened Paradise ! 4. Lives again our glorious King :

Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Once He died, our souls to save :

Where thy victory, O Grave ?
5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven,

Praise to Thee by both be given !
Thee we greet triumphant now!
Hail, the Resurrection Thou !

C. Wesley.
Finita iam sunt prælia.

HALLELUJAH ! Hallelujah!
Finished is the battle now;
The Crown is on the Victor's brow !

Hence with sadness :
Sing with gladness

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
After sharp death that Him befel,
Jesus Christ hath harrowed hell,

Earth is singing,
Heaven is ringing,

Hallelujah! 3

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
On the third morning He arose,
Bright with victory o’er His foes,

Sing we lauding,
And applauding,





Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
He hath closed hell's brazen door,
And Heaven is open evermore !

Hence with sadness :
Sing with gladness

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Lord, by Thy Wounds we call on Thee
So from ill death to set us free,

That our living
Be thanksgiving !


7. M. Neale. (tr.) 109. Ad regias Agni dapes. Ат

the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His piercèd side ; Praise we Him, whose love divine Gives His guests His Blood for wine, Gives His Body for the feast; Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. Where the Paschal Blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword ; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, Whose Blood was shed, Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread ; With sincerity and love Eat the Manna from above.



3 Risen now no more to die,

Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light :
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral ;
Thou hast opened Paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.

4 Easter triumph, Easter joy

Sin alone can this destroy ;
From sin's power do Thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise ;
Risen Lord, all praise to Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be. Amen.



'Tis the Day of Resurrection !

Earth! tell it out abroad !
The Passover of Gladness!

The Passover of God !
From death to life eternal,

From earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over,

With hymns of victory.
Our hearts be pure from evil,

That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal

Of Resurrection-Light:


And, listening to His accents,

May hear, so calm and plain,
His own-All Hail!—and hearing,

May raise the victor strain ! 3 Now let the heavens be joyful !

Let earth her song begin!
Let the round world keep triumph,

And all that is therein :
Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend;
For Christ the Lord hath risen,-
Our Joy that hath no end. Amen.

St.John Damascene. 7. M. Neale. (tr.)

Easter Monday.

i He is risen, He is risen!

Tell it with a joyful voice;
He hath burst His three days' prison;

Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, man is free,

Christ hath won the victory.
2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,

With glad smile and radiant brow:
Lent's long shadows have departed,

All His woes are over now,
And the passion that He bore:

Sin and pain can vex no more.
3 Come, with high and holy gladness,

Chant our Lord's triumphal lay;

Not one touch of twilight sadness

Dims yon glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple east ;
Brighter far our Easter feast.

4 He is risen, He is risen!

He hath ope'd the eternal gate :
We are free from sin's dark prison,

Risen to a holier state;
Soon a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream. 5 Three in One, let all adore Thee,

Saints on earth and saints in heaven;
Every creature bow before Thee,

Who hast all their being given;
Who by grace dost us restore,
Praise to Thee for evermore. Amen.

Easter Tuesday.

I I2.

1 COME see the place where Jesus lay;

Believe, and cast thy fears away:
For thee He lives, for thee He died,
Lives thee to bless-lives thee to guide.

O tell to Him thy every grief ;
He lives to yield thy soul relief;
To close in death thy wearied eyes,
And lift thy spirit to the skies.



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