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Come, labour on !
The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure,
Blessed are those who to the end endure ;-
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,

O Lord, with Thee !

Sexagesima Sunday.

61.

Auctor beate sæculi. 1 JESU, Creator of the world !

Of all mankind Redeemer blest !
True God of God ! in Whom we see

The Father's Image clear expressed ! 2 Thee, Saviour, love alone constrained

To make our mortal flesh Thine own;
Thou as a second Adam cam’st,

For the first Adam to atone.
3 That self-same Love, which made the sky,

Which made the sea and stars and earth, Took pity on our misery,

And broke the bondage of our birth. 4 O Jesu! in Thy breast divine

That self-same Love doth ever glow;
For ever, mercy to markind

Shall from that ceaseless fountain flow. 5 For this Thy pierced and wounded Heart

Poured forth the Water and the Blood,
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,

And reconcile the world to God.

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6 To God the Father, and the Son,

All praise and power and glory be,
With Thee, O Holy Comforter,
Through time and through eternity. Amen.

62.

Ira justa Conditoris.
HE who once in righteous vengeance

Whelmed the world beneath the flood,
Once again in mercy cleansed it

With His own most precious blood,
Coming from His throne on high
On the bitter Cross to die.
O the wisdom of the Eternal,

O the depth of love Divine,
O the sweetness of that mercy

Which in Jesus Christ doth shine !
We were sinners doomed to die,

Jesus paid our penalty.
3 When before the Judge we tremble,

Conscious of His broken laws,
May His blood, in that dread moment,

Cry aloud and plead our cause,
Bid our fears for ever cease,

Be our pardon and our peace !
4 Prince and Author of salvation,

Lord of majesty supreme,
Jesu, praise to Thee be given

By the world Thou didst redeem :
Glory to the Father be,
And the Spirit, one with Thee. Amen.

E. Caswall. (tr.)

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63.
ALMIGHTY God! Thy word is cast

Like seed upon the ground:
Oh! may it grow in humble hearts,

And righteous fruits abound.
Let not the foe of Christ and man

This holy seed remove ;
But give it root in praying souls

To bring forth fruits of love.
3 Let not the world's deceitful cares

The rising plant destroy,
But may it in converted minds

Produce the fruits of joy.
4 Let not Thy word so kindly sent

To raise us to Thy Throne
Return to Thee, and sadly tell

That we reject Thy Son. 5 Great God! come down, and on Thy word

Thy mighty power bestow ;
That all who hear the joyful sound
Thy saving grace may know. Amen.

7. Cawood. * Quinquagesima Sunday.

64. Vos ante Christi tempora. How

blest were they who walked in love With Christ, while yet He dwelt above, First children of Almighty grace, First fathers of the faithful race !

2 Oh how can words of equal worth,

The wonders of their faith set forth ;
Or tell of all the longing sighs

Their hope uplifted to the skies?
3 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

They deemed the world an empty show;
To purer joys their hearts were given,

The resting-place they sought was heaven. 4 The soul that truly cleaves to God

Still longs to gain that blest abode :
Forbid, O Lord, our souls to roam,

And fix them on our future home. 5 To God the Father, God the Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal praise be ever given
By all on earth, and all in Heaven. Amen.

7. Chandler. (tr. *)

65.
1 LORD of mercy and of might,

Of mankind the life and light,
Maker, Teacher infinite,

Jesus, hear and save!
2 Who, when sin's primæval doom

Gave creation to the tomb,
Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb,

Jesus, hear and save!
3 Mighty Monarch, Saviour mild,

Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled,

Jesus, hear and save!

4. Throned above celestial things,

Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings,

Jesus, hear and save!
5 Who shall yet return from high,

Robed in might and majesty,
Hear us, help us, when we cry.
Jesus, hear and save! Amen.

Bp. R. Heber.

66.

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Supreme Motor cordiun. i GREAT Mover of all hearts, whose Hand Doth all the secret springs command

Of human thought and will,
Thou, since the world was made, dost bless
Thy saints with fruits of holiness,

Their order to fulfil.

2

Faith, hope, and love, here weave one chain ;
But love alone shall then remain,

When this short day is gone :
O Love, O Truth, O endless Light,
When shall we see Thy Sabbath bright,

With all our labours done?
3 We sow ’mid perils here and tears ;
There the glad hand the harvest bears,

Which here in grief hath sown :
Great God Triune, the increase give ;
And these Thy gifts, by which we live,
With heavenly glory crown. Amen.

I. Williams. (tr.)