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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. 3. M. Neale. (tr.)

Easter Monday.



1 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 :
Lents 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 12.


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.




3 O come, let us together sing,

The triumph of our heavenly King:
The Lord is risen to die no more ;
O earth, O heaven! your God adore.


A. T. Russell. First Sunday after Easter.

I CHRIST the Lord is risen again !

Christ has broken every chain !
Hark, the Angels shout for joy,
Singing evermore on high,

He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day ;
We too sing for joy, and say:

Hallelujah! 3 He who bore all pain and loss

Comfortless upon the Cross
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us and hears our cry :

Hallelujah! 4 He who slumbered in the grave

Is exalted now to save;
Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings.

Hallelujah! 5 Now He bids us tell abroad

How the lost may be restored,
how the penitent forgiven,
How we too may enter heaven.

Hallelujah! 6 Thou, our Paschal Lamb indeed,

Christ, to-day Thy people feed;
Take our sins and guilt away,
That we all may sing for aye,

R. Brethren. C. Winkworth. (tr.)


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JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us;
Jesus lives! and this we know
Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us.


2 Jesus lives! henceforth is death

But the gate of life immortal ;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.


3 Jesus lives! for us He died ;

Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.


4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well

Nought from us His love shall sever ;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Hallelujah! 5 Jesus lives ! to Him the Throne

Far above all power is given ;
May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in heaven.


6 Praise the Father, praise the Son,

Who to us new life hath given :
Praise the Spirit—Three in One-
All in earth, and all in heaven.




115. 1 COME, and let us drink of that New River,

Not from barren rock divinely poured,
But the Fount of Life that is for ever

From the sepulchre of Christ the Lord.

2 All the world hath bright illumination,Heaven, and earth, and things beneath the

earth :
'Tis the festival of all creation :

Christ hath risen, who gave creation birth.

3 Yesterday with Thee in burial lying,

Now to-day with Thee arisen I rise ;
Yesterday the partner of Thy dying,
With Thyself upraise me to the skies.

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

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