Agnus Dei, we are guilty;

Panis Vitæ, we are faint;

But Thou didst not rise at Easter
To be deaf to our complaint;
Come, oh come, to cleanse and feed us,
Breathing peace and kindling love,

Till Thy Paschal blessings bear us
To the Feast of feasts above.

IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates:
Behold, the King of Glory waits,
The King of kings is drawing near,

The Saviour of the world is here;
Life and salvation doth He bring,
Rejoice aloud, and gladly sing.

Fling wide the portals of your heart;
Make it a temple set apart

From earthly use, for heaven's employ,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy;
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.

Redeemer, come! we open wide

Our hearts to Thee; here, Lord, abide!

Let us Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in us reveal: Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until the glorious crown be won!

THE CEASELESS INTERCESSION.

JATHER of Love, who didst not spare

For us Thine only Son,

Oh, look on Him, and hear the prayer

Of Thy poor suppliant one

Behold His piercèd hands and feet,

Pleading for us e'en now;

Behold that wounded heart so sweet;

Behold, upon His brow,

The traces of the thorny crown;
Behold the stripes He bore;

By these, He claims us for His own-
His own, for evermore.

Oh, look on Him, and let the cry

Of this our Brother's blood,

Who, guiltless, for our guilt did die,
Ascend to Thee our God.

Clothed in His raiment we appear,
Kneeling before His throne,
Besprinkled with that blood so dear
The garment Thou wilt own.

And for its sake, the sinner vile
Thus made Thy wedding guest,
E'en such an one as her, erewhile
By seven fiends possessed.

No depths of sin can drown that love,
No water quench its fire:
Desponding soul, arise, and prove
Its might, its strong desire:

Come, yea in lowliest confidence,
Approach in Jesu's name;

Greater His love than all offence.
Father, that love we claim.

Bending before Thine altar low,
We offer it to Thee:

The purest offering earth can know,

Or heaven look down to see.