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Types and shadows have their ending,

For the newer rite is here ;
Faith, the outward sense befriending,

Makes the inward vision clear, 6 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.

St. T. Aquinas. 7. M. Neale. (tr. *)



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.”
Christ is now our mighty Pascha,

Eaten for our mystic Bread ;
As a Lamb led out to slaughter,

And for this world offered :
Take we of His broken Body,

Drink we of the Blood He shed.
3 Christ to all the world gives banquet

On that most celestial Meat:
Him, albeit with lips all earthly,

Yet with holy hearts we greet:
Him, the sacrificial Pascha,

Priest and Victim all complete.

4 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.

St. Andrew of Crete. 7. M. Neale. (tr.)

Good Friday.



Lustra sex qui jam peregit.
SEE the destined day arise !
See, a willing Sacrifice,
To redeem our fatal loss,
Jesus hangs upon the Cross !

2 Jesus, who but Thou had borne,

Lifted on that tree of scorn,
Every pang and bitter throe,
Finishing Thy life of woe?

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.)


1 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 ?
Ah ! look how patiently He hangs ;

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !

3 How fast His Hands and Feet are nailed ;

His blessèd Tongue with thirst is tied ;
His failing Eyes are blind with blood ;

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !

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,

And let the Blood from out that Side
Fall gently on thee drop by drop :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !

6 A broken heart, a fount of tears,

Ask, and they will not be denied ;
A broken heart love's cradle is :

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !

7 O Love of God! O sin of man !

In this dread act your strength is tried ;
And victory remains with love ;
For He, our Love, is crucified.

F. W. Faber.

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Sævo dolorum turbine.
O'ERWHELMED in depths of woc

Upon the Tree of scorn,
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind

With racking anguish torn.


See how the nails those hands

And feet so tender rend;
See down His face, and neck, and breast

His sacred Blood descend.


Oh, hear that awful cry

Which pierced His mother's heart,
As into God the Father's hands

He bade His soul depart.


Earth hears, and trembling quakes

Around that tree of pain;
The rocks are rent; the graves are burst;

The veil is rent in twain.


The sun withdraws his light;

The midday heavens grow pale ;
The moon, the stars, the universe

Their Maker's death bewail


Shall man alone be mute ?

Have we no griefs, or fears?
Come, old and young, come, all mankind,

And bathe those feet in tears.


Come, fall before His Cross,

Who shed for us His blood;
Who died, the Victim of pure love,

To make us sons of God.


Jesu, all praise to Thee,

Our joy and endless rest;
Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here,
Our crown amid the blest. Amen.

E. Caswall. (tr.*)



BEHOLD the Lamb of God!

Behold, believe, and live;
Behold His all-atoning Blood,

And life receive.

2 Look from Thyself to Him,

Behold Him on the Tree;
What though the eye of faith be dim?

He looks on thee.

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