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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.


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.


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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THOU, sore oppress'd,

The Sabbath rest

grave art keeping !
All Thy labour now is done,

Past is all Thy weeping!


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.


Thou awful tomb,

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

Slept the Saviour lowly !


How calm and blest

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



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.


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.


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.”


7. Moultrie,

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


2 Hymns of praise then let us sing

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


3 But the pain which He endured

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

Book of Common Prayer.

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.


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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