3 Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One,
Glory as of old to thee,

Now and evermore shall be.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Christ the Lord is risen to-day. Amen.

178

A

Thomas Scott, 1769, and Thomas Gibbons, 1778

Eight 7's

T the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from his piercèd side;
Praise we him, whose love divine
Gives his sacred Blood for wine,
Gives his Body for the feast,
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

2 Where the Paschal blood is poured,
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go

Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, Paschal victim, Paschal bread;

With sincerity and love

Eat we manna from above.

3 Mighty victim from the sky,

Hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now no more can death appall,
Now no more the grave enthrall;
Thou hast opened Paradise,
And in thee thy saints shall rise.

4 Easter triumph, Easter joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;

From sin's power do thou set free
Souls newborn, O Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Risen Lord, to thee we raise;
Holy Father, praise to thee,
With the Spirit, ever be. Amen.

179

Latin; Tr. Robert Campbell, 1849, alt.

E is risen, he is risen;

HR

8.7.8.7.7.7

Tell it out with joyful voice:
He has burst his three days' prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.

2 Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted,
With glad smile and radiant brow:
Lent's 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 hymning,
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay;
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o'er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.

4 He is risen, he is risen;

He hath opened heaven's gate: We are free from sin's dark prison, Risen to a holier state;

And a brighter Easter beam

On our longing eyes shall stream.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1846, alt.

180

F

ORTY days of Eastertide

Four 7's

Thou didst visit oft thine own;
Now by glimpses, Lord, descried,
Handled now, and proved, and known:

2 Known, most Merciful, yet veiled;
Else before the awful sight
Surely heart and flesh had failed,
Smitten with exceeding light.

3 Risen Master, fain would we,

Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch thy movements, mark thy ways; 4 Catch by faith each glad surprise Of thy footsteps drawing nigh; Hear thy sudden greeting rise, "Peace be to you! It is I!" 5 Secrets of thy kingdom learn, Read the vision open spread, Feel thy word within us burn, Know thee in the broken Bread.

6 So thy glory's skirts beside,

Gently led from grace to grace,

We thy coming may abide,

And adore thee face to face. Amen.

Jackson Mason, 1889, alt.

Also the following

193 Alleluia! sing to Jesus

261 Awake, and sing the song

352 Again the morn of gladness

520 Alleluia! Alleluia

555 O sons and daughters, let us sing 556 Joy dawned again on Easter-Day 557 God hath sent his angels

558 Easter flowers are blooming bright 559 On wings of living light

FOR SUNDAYS AFTER EASTER

212 How firm a foundation

251 O God of God! O Light of Light
259 Praise to the Holiest in the height
326 The King of love my Shepherd is
405 Peace, perfect peace
449 Jesus, still lead on

472 Triumphant Sion, lift thy head
515 There is a blessèd home

521 Rejoice, the Lord is King

181

Rogation Days

C.M.D.

Since thou the earth hast trod,

Thou reignest, and by thee come down
Henceforth the gifts of God.

Thine is the health and thine the wealth
That in our halls abound,

And thine the beauty and the joy
With which the years are crowned.

2 Lord, in their change, let frost and heat, And winds and dews be given;

All fostering power, all influence sweet,
Breathe from the bounteous heaven.

Attemper fair with gentle air

The sunshine and the rain,

That kindly earth with timely birth
May yield her fruits again:

3 That we may feed the poor aright,
And, gathering round thy throne,
Here, in the holy angels' sight,
Repay thee of thine own:

That we may praise thee all our days,
And with the Father's Name,
And with the Holy Spirit's gifts,
The Saviour's love proclaim. Amen.

Edward White Benson, 1860, alt.

182

T0

O thee our God we fly
For mercy and for grace;

O hear our lowly cry

And hide not thou thy face.

6.6.6.6.8.8

O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our fatherland.

2 Arise, O Lord of hosts;

Be jealous for thy Name,
And drive from out our coasts

The sins that put to shame.

O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our fatherland.

3 Thy best gifts from on high

In rich abundance pour

That we may magnify

And praise thee more and more.
O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand,
And guard and bless our fatherland.

4 The powers ordained by thee,
With heavenly wisdom bless;
May they thy servants be,

And rule in righteousness.

O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand
And guard and bless our fatherland.