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FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT.
Oh Thou, whom neither time nor space
Can circle in, unseen, unknown, Nor faith in boldest flight can trace,
Save through thy Spirit and thy Son !
And Thou that from thy bright abode,
To us in mortal weakness shown, Didst graft the manhood into God,
Eternal, co-eternal Son!
And Thou whose unction from on high
By comfort, light, and love is known ! Who, with the parent Deity,
Dread Spirit! art for ever one !
Great First and Last! thy blessing give!
And grant us faith, thy gift alone, To love and praise thee while we live,
And do whate'er thou would'st have done! SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT.
The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow,
Gave forth his voice of thunder ; And Israel lay on earth below,
Outstretch'd in fear and wonder. Beneath his feet was pitchy night, And, at his left hand and his right,
The rocks were rent asunder!
The Lord of love, on Calvary,
A meek and suffering stranger,
In nature's hour of danger.
And met his Father's anger.
The Lord of love, the Lord of might,
The king of all created, Shall back return to claim his right,
On clouds of glory seated; With trumpet-sound and angel-song, And hallelujahs loud and long
O'er Death and Hell defeated !
Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave
When sin with flow'ry garland hides her dart,
And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife,
God is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high ; With his own right hand and his holy arm
He hath won the victory!
Now empty are the courts of death,
And crush'd thy sting, despair : And roses bloom in the desert tomb,
For Jesus hath been there !
And he hath tamed the strength of hell,
And dragg'd him through the sky, And captive behind his chariot wheel,
He hath bound captivity!
with a merry
God is gone up
noise Of saints that sing on high ; With his own right hand and his holy arm
He hath won the victory !