2 Oh! by all the pains and woe Bending from Thy throne on high, By Thy helpless infant years, 3 By Thine hour of dire despair; 4 By Thy deep expiring groan ; Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn Litany! Amen. Sir R. Grant. I 96. Pange lingua gloriosi. 1 Now, my tongue, the mystery telling, Of the glorious Body sing, 2 And the Blood, all price excelling, Given for us, and condescending He with men in converse blending 3 That last night at supper lying, 'Mid the Twelve, His chosen band, Keeps the feast its rites demand; 4 Word-made-Flesh the Bread He breaketh, Maketh it His Body be; Wine, His Blood; which whoso taketh 5 Therefore we before Him bending, Types and shadows have their ending, Faith, the outward sense befriending, 6 Glory let us give, and blessing, I Honour, might, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run; Ever too His love confessing Who, from Both, with Both is One. Amen. 97. O THE mystery, passing wonder When, reclining at the board, "Eat," Thou said'st to Thy Disciples, "That True Bread with quickening stored: Drink in faith the healing Chalice From a dying God outpoured." 2 Christ is now our mighty Pascha, As a Lamb led out to slaughter, Drink we of the Blood He shed. 3 Christ to all the world gives banquet Him, albeit with lips all earthly, Him, the sacrificial Pascha, Priest and Victim all complete. 4 Glory let us give, and blessing, To the Father and the Son, I Honour, might, and praise addressing, Ever, too, His Love confessing, Who, from Both, with Both is One. Amen. SEE Good Friday. 98. Lustra sex qui jam peregit. the destined day arise ! See, a willing Sacrifice, 2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne, 3 Who but Thou had dared to drain Steeped in gall the cup of pain; And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear? 4 Thence poured forth the Water flowed, Mingled from Thy Side with Blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished Sacrifice. 5 Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that Sacrifice to place All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin, and promised good. Amen." Bp. R. Mant. (tr.) I 2 3 99. O COME and mourn with me awhile, And tarry here the Cross beside; O come together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified! Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed; 4 Seven times He spake, seven words of love, And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men: Jesus, our Lord, is crucified ! 5 Come, take thy stand beneath the Cross, Fall gently on thee drop by drop: |