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Oh! by all the pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!

2 By Thy helpless infant years,

By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power ;
Turn, oh! turn a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn Litany!

3 By Thine hour of dire despair ;

By Thine agony of prayer ;
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O’er the dreadful Sacrifice;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany!

4 By Thy deep expiring groan;

By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh ! from earth to heaven restored.
Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany! Amen.

Sir R. Grant.

96.

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Pange lingua gloriosi.
Now, 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,

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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.

3 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.

4 Word-made-Flesh the Bread He breaketh,

Maketh it His Body be;
Wine, His Blood; which whoso taketh

Must from carnal thoughts be free;
Faith alone, though sight forsaketh,

Shows true hearts the mystery.
5 Therefore we before Him bending,

This great Sacrament revere:

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. *)

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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.”
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.

98.

Lustra sex qui jam peregit.
I 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.)

99.

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O COME and mourn with me awhile,

And tarry here the Cross beside ;
O come together let us mourn;

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified !

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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 !

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