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what a scene to our eyes is unfolded, with scourges He is torn, with thorns and cruel nails and with spear He is wounded, for us thus sacrificed.

Hear us, O Saviour, and pardon all our sins, and give us life in Thee. Thou hast suffered for us : we have planted Thy bitter Cross on Mount Golgotha. O grant us Thy grace, our cold hearts to kindle, and to quicken our faith. Thou hast ransomed our souls from the grave and from hell. Thou hast saved Thy redeemed. LORD, we offer to Thee our grateful love and praises at the foot of the Cross. Who suffer here with Thee, shall reign with Thee in glory, in joy, and love, and peace.

Soon, ah, soon from the grave shall Thy all-quickening Spirit call us to life again. LORD, our Redeemer, O hear Thou our petition, bow Thine ear to our prayer. LORD, grant us life eternal.

GOUNOD.

1051 O day of penitence! O day of mourning! Remember how the Incarnate Son of God, nailed to His Cross, hung between earth and heaven, was put to death by His own people's hands, to save us all from Satan's iron bondage. He bore with patience all these cruel wrongs! O come, let us with hearts and voices utter our grief, and weep beside His tomb.

Come, let us kneel, in sorrow and contrition, before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave. Come, rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save.

Just as the sea by stormy winds is driven, whose angry waves do hoarsely rage and roar; the people with madness to the slaughter are crowding, and shouting, “ To death! To death! Crucify Him !”

Striving to save Him, Pilate has vainly laboured : His cruel foes thirst for their Victim's Blood. Behold, they crown with thorns His sacred Head, beat Him with scourges, and then smite Him on His cheek.

Come, let us kneel in sorrow and contrition, before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave. Come, rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save. Slowly, ah slowly, drag on the fatal hours. Now having drained His bitter cup of pain, the Lamb of God completes His Sacrifice; into His Father's hands commends His spirit; cries with loud voice, “ It is finished," and expires. Then, as He died, darkness obscured the land ; in dim eclipse the earth with horror shook; the temple trembled, the veil was rent in twain.

Come, let us kneel in sorrow and contrition, before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave. Come, rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save.

GOUNOD.

1052
O sing to God your hymns of gladness,
Ye loving hearts, your tribute pay;
Your LORD is born this happy day.
Then pierce the sky with songs of gladness,
Disperse the shades of gloom and sadness;
O sing to God your hymns of gladness.
Mark how the Mother lulls to slumber
Her new-born Babe with tenderest love,
And guards her treasure from Above.
O blessed Child, with her who bore Thee,
We, too, will kneel in faith before Thee.
O GOD Incarnate, we adore Thee.
O Word of God, for us Incarnate,
By faith we hear Thine angels sing
Their hymns of praise to Thee their King.
We join with them in adoration,
We pour to Thee our supplication,
That Thou wouldst grant us, LORD, salvation.

GOUNOD.

1053
O saving Victim, slain for us,
The gates of Heaven to us unfold;
Fierce wars assail, the foes draw nigh,
Grant succour, give us victory.

GOUNOD.

1054
O saving Victim, slain for man,
The gates of heaven to us expand ;
Fierce wars assail, the foes draw nigh ;
Grant succour, give us victory. Amen.

GOUNOD, Tours.

1055

No. I PSALM cxxx. 1. Out of darkness I called unto Thee, O LORD; LORD, my God, I pray Thee, hear my crying.

2. Let Thine ears well consider the voice of my supplication.

3. Shouldst Thou be extreme, LORD, to mark our sins, LORD, my God, who may abide it?

1. Out of darkness I called unto Thee; LORD, my God, I pray Thee, hear Thou my crying.

No. 2 4. There is mercy with Thee; yea, with Thee is mercy, therefore shalt Thou be feared.

5. Mine eyes are looking unto the LORD, my soul for Him is waiting. My hope is even in the LORD GOD, yea, in His word is my trust.

4. There is mercy with Thee ; yea, with Thee is mercy, therefore shalt Thou be feared.

No. 3 6, 7. From the watch of morning, even until evening, trust thou, Israel, in God the LORD : for with Him is mercy, and plenteous redemption.

No. 4

8. And He shall redeem thee, Israel, from all thine iniquities. Amen.

(For Latin Version, see No. 1614.) GOUNOD.

1056 Psalm xlii. 1. Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad Te, Deus.

English Version. PSALM xlii. 1. As the hart pants after the waterbrooks, so iongeth my soul after Thee, O God.

GOUNOD.

1057 PSALM XXX.

4. Sing praises unto the LORD, O ye saints of His, and give thanks unto Him for a remembrance of His holiness.

5. For His wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in His pleasure is life; heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

13. Therefore shall every good man sing of Thy praise without ceasing : O my GOD, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.

(ISAIAH xxxv. 10. And sorrow and sighing shall fee away.)

GOUNOD. 1058 CRUICKSHANK, vv. 4, 5; Isaiah xxxv. 10. 1059 Swift, vv. 4, 5, 4.

Amen.

1060 O My vineyard, come tell me why thy grapes are bitter. What have I done, My people? Wherein hast thou been wronged ? Did I not bring thee out from the land of the stranger ? Made I thee not to pass through the depths of the sea ? Sent I not food from heaven, and gave meat in abundance ? Did manna ever cease till thou camest to Canaan ? Reply, unthankful race, reply ! And thou, for all this love, preparest Me the Cross whereupon I shall die.

(From The Redemption," p. 44.) Gounod.

1061
Beside the Cross remaining,

A face the Mother wears
Unresisting, uncomplaining,

And yet the grief she bears

Her heart in sunder tears.
Though He claim adoration,

On the Cross Jesus hangs;
Her soul, past consolation,
Knowing but lamentation,

Has a share in His pangs.

Z

While my watch I am keeping,

Ye that go by, sinners,
Gaze at the Mother weeping,
Torn by anguish unsleeping:

Ask if any one bears

Any grief like to hers.
While her watch she is keeping,

Ye that go by, sinners,
Gaze at the Mother weeping,
Torn by anguish unsleeping:

Ask if any one bears

Any grief like to hers. (From " The Redemption," p. 50.) GOUNOD.

1062 For us the CHRIST is made a Victim availing,

Yea, unto death, and the death of the Cross ; In vain our ancient foe will mankind be assailing. To Him, Who now has died, shall be triumph unfailing.

O Death, thou art discrowned, thou gainest only loss. Faith unswerving, holy Hope, that unconquered remaineth, Heavenly Love, ever young; for them thanks do we

raise. Thou, by Whose Death and Passion man unto heaven

attaineth, O CHRIST, Thee we adore, and unto Thee give praise.

(From The Redemption," p. 73.) GOUNOD.

1063
From Thy love as a Father,
O LORD, teach us to gather

That Life will conquer death :
They who seek things eternal
Shall rise to light supernal

On wings of lowly faith.
(From The Redemption,” p. 109.) GOUNOD.

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