IN THE PASCHAL SEASON.

UNTIL THE ASCENSION.

AT MIDNIGHT.

The Lord is King, and hath put on glorious apparel; the Lord hath put on His apparel, and girded Himself with strength."Ps. xciii.

"Adeste, cœlitum chori."

ANGELS come, on joyous pinion,

Down the Heav'n's melodious stair;
Triumphing o'er death's dominion,

Up to this our lower air,
Christ is rising,

And doth burst the sepulchre.

All in vain the posted station
Of the armed soldiery,-

All in vain the faithless nation

Sets the seal and watches nigh;

Ye need not fear,

None shall reach where He doth lie!

He Himself, from sleep awaking,

Who spontaneous bears the gloom, Through your seals, and without breaking, Shall come forth and leave the tomb;

Death cannot hold

Him born of a Virgin's womb.

When His heart stern death was rending, They cried out, "Thy death-bed leave, "And from off Thy Cross descending, "We will upon Thee believe." To death resign'd,

He would suffer no reprieve.

No, He hath not thence descended,

Or

ye would for ever grieve,

But from death He hath ascended,

Will ye not in Him believe?

"Tis He alone

Can your chains of death relieve.

Lord, with Thee in daily dying
May we die, and with Thee rise;
And on earth, ourselves denying,
Have our hearts within the skies,
To sing our God,

Three in One, sole good and wise.

AT THE MATTINS.

The God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus (that great Shepherd of the sheep,) through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work to do His will, working in you that which is well pleasing in His sight.-HEB. Xiii.

"Aurora lucis dum novæ."

THE new morn hath ris'n,

From the tomb's murky prison,

Go, sound the trumpet forth, and the immortal jubilee.

The Lamb, from the skies,

Hath made the sacrifice,

Rend away the temple veil, and ope the sanctuary.

The seed laid on earth

Hath burst to glorious birth,

Amid her empty shrouds the widowed grave sits desolate.

A power hath shook the tomb,

Quickening earth's secret womb

God Himself hath burst the way, and oped the massy gate.

Hence all flesh which hath died

With Him, the crucified,

In His own glory shall arise, crown'd with transcendent dowers;

Then with Thee let us die,

That we may rise on high,

Where Thou lead'st forth the way to the immortal

towers.

Then let us praises sing
To our victorious King,

Who, dying, conquer'd death, and oped our starry

home;

With Father of all might,

And Spirit, fount of light,

Reveal'd in the Eternal Son, who triumph'd o'er the tomb.

AT THE VESPERS.

When this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?-1 COR. XV.

"Forti tegente brachio.”

BOUND by a holy charm,

We pass'd through raging sea,
And 'neath a mighty arm

Burst chains of slavery.

Let us His praise unfold,
Who our Avenger came;
And, robed in pureness, hold
The festal of the Lamb!

He for our souls did bleed;
Oh then, in holy love,
Upon Him let us feed,

And live to God above!

Christ is our sacrifice,

The Lamb come down from high;

Death's angel dread descries

His blood, and passes by.