Holy Father, hear our prayer;
Ever, till the world shall end,
May the song to thee ascend!
Holy Father, hear our prayer.

2 Surely as the fading light

Ushers in the gloom of night,
Will our lives, a fleeting day,
Quickly fade and pass away.
Holy Father, hear our prayer;
Hear us when death's shadows lower
Darkly o'er life's closing hour:
Holy Father, hear our prayer.

RESURRECTION.

28.-P.M.

1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high;
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die :
Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him,
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save.

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,

"The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die."

2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy!

The being he gave us death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,

If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;

But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high; For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

H. WARE, JUN.

29.-7s.

1 ANGEL, roll the stone away;
Death, give up thy mighty prey:
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing in immortal bloom.

2 Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song;
Let the notes be sweet and strong:
Hail the Son of God, this morn,
From his sepulchre new born.

3 Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Calm those unbelieving fears;
Doubt no more his power to save:
See his own deserted grave!

4 Powers of heaven, seraphic fires,
Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres ;
Sons of men, in joyful strain
Hail your mighty Saviour's reign.

5 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell :
Where, O Death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

J. SCOTT.

30.-P.M.

Triumph of Christianity.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness!
Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the Day-star of gladness:
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far:

They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be:
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

FOR COMMUNION.

31.-C.M.

1 O GOD! accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given,
And let this hallowed scene have power
To raise our souls to heaven.

2 Still let us hold, till life departs,

The precepts of thy Son;

Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts
Forget what he has done.

2 Son of the Father, Lord most high ! How glad is he who feels thee nigh! Come in thy hidden majesty ;

Fill us with love, fill us with thee.

3 Jesus is from the proud concealed,
But evermore to babes revealed:
Through him, unto the Father be
Glory and praise eternally.

34.-L.M.

1 OUR hearts, by dying love subdued,
Accept thine offered grace to-day:
Beneath the cross, with souls renewed,
We bow, and own thy gracious sway.

2 In thee we trust, on thee rely;
Though we are feeble, thou art strong:
Oh! keep us till our spirits fly

Thy Son to suffer thus!

Father, what more couldst thou have done
Than thou hast done for us?