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1 Now at the Lamb's high royal feast,
In robes of saintly white, we sing,
Through our Red Sea in safety brought
By Jesus our immortal King.

2 Q depth of love! for us He drinks
The chalice of His agony;
For us a Victim, on the Cross

He meekly lays Him down to die.

3 Hail, purest Victim Heav'n could find,
The pow'rs of Hell to overthrow;
Who didst the chains of death destroy,
Who dost the prize of life bestow.

4 Hail, victor Christ! hail, risen King!
To Thee alone belongs the crown,
Who hast the heavenly gates unbarr'd,
And dragg'd the Prince of darkness down.

5 O Jesu, from the death of sin

Keep us, we pray; so shalt Thou be
The everlasting paschal joy

Of all the souls new-born in Thee.

Rise, glorious Victor, rise.

1 RISE, glorious Victor, rise
Into Thy native skies,-
Assume Thy right;
And where in many a fold
The clouds are backward roll'd,
Pass through those gates of gold,
And reign in light.

2 Enter, Incarnate God;
No feet but Thine have trod
The serpent down;
The full-voiced trumpets blow,
Saviour, triumphant go,
Wider the portals throw;
And take Thy crown.

3 O Lord, ascend Thy throne;
For Thou shalt rule alone,
Beside Thy Sire

And blessed Paraclete,

The Three in One complete,
Before whose awful feet
All foes expire.

O Thou, in whom our love doth find.

1 COME, Holy Ghost, Creator, come

From Thy bright heav'nly throne;
Come, take possession of our souls,
And make them all Thy own.
Thou who art call'd the Paraclete,
Best gift of God above,

The living spring, the living fire,
Sweet unction and true love.

2 Thou who art sev'nfold in Thy grace,
Finger of God's right hand;
His promise teaching little ones
To speak and understand;

O, guide our minds with Thy bless'd light,
With love our hearts inflame;

And with Thy strength, which ne'er decays,
Confirm our mortal frame.

3 Far from us drive our deadly foe;
True peace unto us bring;

And through all perils lead us safe
Beneath Thy sacred wing.
Through Thee may we the Father know,
Through Thee th' eternal Son,
And Thee, the Spirit of them both,
Thrice-blessed Three in One.

4 All glory to the Father be,
With His co-equal Son;

The same to Thee, great Paraclete,
While endless ages run.

48. Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams.

1 COME, Holy Ghost, send down those beams
Which sweetly flow in silent streams
From Thy bright throne above;
come, thou Father of the poor;
G come, thou source of all our store;
Come, fill our hearts with love.

2 O Thou, of comforters the best;
O Thou, the soul's delightful guest,
The pilgrim's sweet relief;
Thou art true rest in toil and sweat,
Refreshment in th' excess of heat,
And solace in our grief.

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3 Thrice-blessed light, shoot home Thy darts,
And pierce the centres of those hearts
Whose faith aspires to Thee;
Without Thy Godhead nothing can
Have any price or worth in man,
Nothing can harmless be.

4 Lord, wash our sinful stains away,
Refresh from heaven our barren clay,
Our wounds and bruises heal;

To Thy sweet yoke our stiff necks bow,
Warm with Thy fire our hearts of snow,
Our wand'ring feet repeal.

5 Grant to Thy faithful, dearest Lord,
Whose only hope is Thy sure word,
The seven gifts of Thy Spirit;
Grant us in life Thy helping grace,
Grant us at death to see Thy face,
And endless joy inherit.

Jerusalem, thou city blest.

1 JERUSALEM, thou city blest,
Dear vision of celestial rest, -
Which far above the starry sky,
Piled up with living stones on high,
Art, as a bride, encircled bright
With million angel-forms of light.

2 Thy gates a pearly lustre pour,
Thy gates are open evermore,
And thither evermore draw nigh
All who for Christ have dared to die,
Or, smit with love of their dear Lord,
Have pains endured and joys abhorr'd,

3 That house on high, it ever rings
With praises of the King of kings;
For ever there, on harps divine,
They hymn th' eternal One and Trine;
We here below the strain prolong,
And faintly echo Zion's song.

The joys and glories of Heaven.

1 WHO can paint that lovely 4 There no sun his circuit wheel