3. In this festal celebration
Make we earnest supplication,
That our ransomed spirits may,
9. Through CHRIST's mercy, with the blest, Enter on eternal rest,
At the fearful Judgment Day!
1. WHEN in silence and in shade
Earth, at midnight, had been laid,—
Working out the FATHER'S plan,
In the Virgin's womb made man,
GOD His earthly life began.
2. By each mouth His praise be showed,
For the new gift now bestowed;
From on high came down the dew,
From the earth the floweret grew
Health in mortals to renew.
3. Very GoD as Man is born;
Swaddling clothes enwrapt the Morn;
Praise by angel tongues is poured;
Earth is ransomed by the LORD;
Peace to sinners is restored.
4. Ammon's king, in woe and grief,
Owns the dread of Sion's grief;
Trembles haughty Babylon,
When they set the Royal Crown
On our truer Solomon.
5. There the Cross is reared on high,
And their Gon they crucify;
Conquering Life in death hath lain,
Death's contriver falls again,
Death itself by death is slain.
6. After sunset in the grave
Comes our Sun again to save,
And He shows the glory, wo!
By the deeds His hand hath done,
To the Blest around the throne.
7. Holy FATHER, now we crave,
Hear us, and redeem and save;
Let the things we ask be done,
Through thy well-beloved Son,
With Thee and the SPIRIT One.
1. THE Sunday Morn again is here,
That all the faithful must revere,
For on this day, the eighth and first,
Our rising LORD death's fetters burst.
2. And by His flock, hath CHRIST declared. His Resurrection must be shared:
For we, who trust in Him to save,
Have risen with Him, and left the grave.
8. We, one and all, of Him possest, Are made most rich, are made most blest: For all He did, and all He bare,
He gave us as our own to share.
4 Eternal rest, a Home on high,
A blessed immortality,
And peace and gladness, and a throne,
Are all His gifts, and all our own.
5. And therefore kept must Sunday be
In these things' pious memory,
That Christian men to heart may lay
Why this is called the LORD's own day.
6. Ruler of times, GoD ever blest,
The heart's true peace and very rest!
Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
Both on this day and evermore.
1. CHRIST being raised from death of yore,
As on this day, can die no more;
And that which he in body wrought
By us in spirit must be sought.
2. This is the day that we must win
A resurrection from all sin,
Lest by consent the soul, though free,
The slave of Satan's wiles should be.
3. But whence we came, and what our state,
And where we are, and why create,
And whither we must soon depart,
These thoughts to-day should fill the heart
4. From GoD on high to this world's frame,
To darkness out of light we caine,
The work of God Himself, endued
With His own blest similitude.
5. Between this day and Sundays gone
The soul should draw comparison,
And find what progress it has made,
And where its powers have been decayed
6. Each evil way should hate and flee,
The path of right keep earnestly;
And think that each new week will yielo
New struggle in new battle-field:
7. And still rejoice, because we know
That we have time as yet below,
Wherein we may advance apace,
As well to glory, as in grace.
8. Ruler of times, GoD ever blest,
The heart's true peace and very rest!
Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
Both on this day and evermore
SUNDAY EVENING.
1. Be present, holy FATHER,
Unseen by mortal eye;
And CHRIST the WORD Eternal,
And SPIRIT from on high!
2. Thou TRINITY, in Essence
And light and virtue One:
FATHER, and SON, and SPIRIT
Of FATHER and of SON:
3. The toil of day is over;
The hour of rest comes round
And, in its turn, kind slumber
Our members hath unbound.
4. Servant of CHRIST, remember
The Font's Baptismal dew:
Remember thy renewal
In Confirmation too.
5. And thou, O crafty serpent,
Who seek'st by many an art,
And many a guileful winding,
To vex the quiet heart:
6. Depart, for CHRIST is present;
Since CHRIST is here, give place:
And let the sign thou ownest
Thy ghostly legions chase.
7. And though awhile the body
In sleep may lie reclined,
Yet CHRIST, in very slumber,
Shall fill the Christian mind.
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