For while in sport he wears a spiteful crown, The serious showers along his decent face run sadly down. THE ANTIPHON. Christ when he died And on Death's side Threw all the loss. The captive world awaked, and found THE VERSICLE. Lo, we adore thee, Dread Lamb! and fall Thus low before thee; THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the cov'nant of thy cross THE PRAYER. O my Lord Jesu Christ, Son of the living God! interpose, I pray thee, thine own precious death, thy cross and passion, betwixt my soul and thy judgment, now and in the hour of my death. And vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead, remission and rest; to thy Church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. THE SIXTH. THE VERSICLE. LORD, by thy sweet and saving sign, THE RESPONSOR. Defend us from our foes and thine. Ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord, Res. O Lord, make haste to help me. Res. As it was in, &c. THE HYMN. Now is the noon of sorrow's night; Bears that huge tree which must bear him. For fruit of sorrow and of shame, Shall swell with both for him; and mix All woes into one crucifix. 10 Is tortured thirst itself too sweet a cup? Gall, and more bitter mocks shall make it up. Are nails blunt pens of superficial smart? Contempt and scorn can send sure wounds to search the inmost heart. THE ANTIPHON. O dear and sweet dispute "Twixt death's and love's far diff'rent fruit! Diff'rent as far As antidotes and poisons are. 20 20 By that first fatal tree Were sold and slain; By this they both look up, and live again. THE VERSICLE. Lo, we adore thee, Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before thee; 30 THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the cov'nant of thy cross, Thou 'st saved the world from certain loss. THE PRAYER. 0 my Lord Jesu Christ, son of the living God! interpose, I pray thee, thine own precious death, thy cross and passion, betwixt my soul and thy judgment, now and in the hour of my death: and vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead, remission and rest; to thy Church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. THE NINTH. THE VERSICLE. LORD, by thy sweet and saving sign, THE RESPONSOR. Defend us from our foes and thine. Ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord, K Ver. O God, make speed to save me. As it was in, &c. THE HYMN. The ninth with awful horror hearken'd to those groans The sun saw that, and would have seen no more; tore! THE ANTIPHON. O strange mysterious strife When on the cross my King did bleed, THE VERSICLE. Lo, we adore thee, Dear Lamb! and fall Thus low before thee; THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the cov'nant of thy cross, Thou'st saved at once the whole world's loss. THE PRAYER. O my Lord Jesu Christ, Son of the living God! interpose, I pray thee, thine own precious death, thy cross and passion, betwixt my soul and thy judgment, now and in the hour of my death: and vouchsafe to grant me thy grace and mercy; to the living and dead, remission and rest; to thy Church, peace and concord; to us sinners, life and glory everlasting. Who livest and reignest with the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen. EVEN-SONG. THE VERSICLE. LORD, by thy sweet and saving sign, THE RESPONSOR. Defend us from our foes and thine. Ver. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord, Res. And my mouth shall declare thy praise. Ver. Glory be to, &c. Res. As it was in, &c. THE HYMN. But there were rocks would not relent at this. Lo, for their own hearts they rend his. Superfluous spear! but there's a heart stands by 10 Gather now thy grief's ripe fruit, great mother-maid! Then sit thee down, and sing thy even-song in the sad tree's shade. |