O FILII ET FILIE, FOR EASTER SUNDAY.

1 Young men and maids rejoice and sing! The king of heaven, the glorious king This day from death rose triumphing. Alleluja 2 On Sunday morn by break of day, Swift to the tomb wherein he lay His dear disciples sped away. Alleluja. 3 And Mary Magdalen she sped, And James's eager mother led

With Salome's to embalm the dead. Alleluja. 4 An angel rob'd in white they see, Who saith to them all soothingly, "The Lord is gone to Galilee." Alleluja. 5 And then the dear apostle John First to the monument came on,

For Peter he had soon outrun. Alleluja. 6 When the disciples met dismayed, Christ stood among them as they pray'd; And "Peace be to you all," he said. Alleluja. 7 When Didymus had heard them tell How Christ was risen, and what befel, He doubted all the miracle. Alleluja. 8 "Oh see my hands and feet," He cried; "And lay thy hand upon my side

And doubt not me whate'er betide." Alleluja. 9 When Thomas thus had all explor'd The feet, the side, the hands ador'd,

He answering said, "My God and Lord." Alle. 10 Aye Thomas, but more blest is he Who sees not, yet who trusts in me: Eternal life his lot shall be. Alleluja. 11 Then joy we on these festive days! And grateful hearts to God upraise With blessings, jubilee, and praise. Alleluja.

12 Let us to God our thanks renew ;That homage fervent, humble, true, For all his gracious mercies due. Alleluja.

AD REGIAS AGNI DAPES, FOR EASTER.

1.

The red sea now is past, and now
Around the Lamb's great feast we bow;
Now clothed in white and purified,
We praise our King-the Christ who died.

2.

So great his love, that, for our good,
He bids us drink his sacred blood.
And gives us in the mystic feast
Himself the sacrifice and priest.

3.

Blood sprinkled on the posts of yore
Scared death's sad angel from the door;
The sea was parted too, and gave
To the pursuing foe a grave;

4.

But Christ is now the pasch by whom
We triumph o'er impending doom.
Sincere and pure, we now are fed
By Christ, the pure prefigured bread.

5.

Hail truest victim, truly given;
By whom the thrall of hell is riven;
Who makest death itself as nought-
By whom the joys of life are bought !

6.

Hell now is vanquished; Christ displays
To the wide world his trophies! gaze
On heaven laid open! while the foe,
The prince of death, is driven below.

7.

Jesus be thou our paschal joy!
Be thoughts of thee our sole employ !
From deadly sin, we pray thee, free
Those born again to life by thee.

8.

To God the Father loudly sing,
And Jesus who rose triumphing,
And to the Holy Ghost upraise
For ever more melodious praise.

SALUTIS HUMANE SATOR, FOR ASCENSION.

1.

Oh thou from whom salvation flows,
Dear Jesus! joy of ev'ry breast;
Redeeming all this world of woes-
Pure light, by all beholders blest :-

2.

Whence came this wondrous act of grace

That thou shouldst bear the crimes of all?

That thou to save a sinful race,

Sinless shouldst own death's bitter thrall ?

3.

Hell's chaos now is rent in twain;

And captive chains are burst by thee.

Triumphant Victor! rise and reign,
At God's right hand eternally.

4.

But let thy pity still look down
And heal our every care and woe :
Still let thy saving help be shown
To bless and cheer us here below.

5.

Oh, lead us Thou to heavens above.
Be thou our only aim and goal.
Oh, let our tears be tears of love

Till thou, dear Saviour! crown the whole.

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS: FOR WHIT

SUNDAY.

1.

Creating Spirit, come! controul

And visit every willing soul.
To all, by Thee created, bring,

Dear Lord, each good and perfect thing.

2.

Thee Lord, our Comforter, we call;
The gift of God-best gift of all;
The living fount, fire, charity

The spirits' balin: all dwells in thee.

3.

Thine are the seven best gifts of grace.
In thee, the Father's hand we trace.
Promis'd of old, 'tis thou dost teach
All things and every form of speech.

4.

With thy pure light, fire every sense;
Thy love through every heart dispense;
Our weak infirmities improve,

With strength and virtue from above.

5.

Drive every foe far, far away.
Near us, may peace for ever stay.
Be thou our teacher, light, and guide,
That every ill we may avoid.

6.

Let us the Father know by thee:
By thee, the Son, our Saviour, see.
And still hold fast our saving creed
In Thee who dost from both proceed.

7.

May praise to God the Father swell
And to the Son who rose from hell.
The same we'll pay to thee, dear Lord-
Our holy Paraclete ador'd.

VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS, FOR WHIT SUNDAY.

1.

Come Holy Ghost: to us send down,
Refulgent from thy heavenly throne,
Thy guiding influence, pure and bright:
Thou poor man's father, hear our call;
Come thou who givest good to all;

Come thou the soul's best joy and light!