THE ANTIPHON. O sad, sweet tree! Woful and joyful we Both weep and sing in shade of thee, And graft into thy gracious stock The hope, the health, The worth, the wealth, Of all the ransomed world, thou hadst the power (In that propitious hour) To poise each precious limb, 20 And prove how light the world was when it weighed with Him. Wide mayest thou spread Thine arms, and with thy bright and blissful head O'erlook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown The King himself is; thou his humble throne, THE VERSICLE. Lo, we adore thee, Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before thee; THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the cov'nant of thy cross, Thou'st saved the world from certain loss. THE PRAYER. 30 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. COMPLINE. 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. Res. O Lord, make haste to help me. Res. As it was in, &c. THE HYMN. The compline hour comes last, to call Ah, heartless task! yet hope takes head, Run, Mary, run! bring hither all the blest Pour on thy noblest sweets, which, when they touch But must thy bed, Lord, be a borrowed grave, 10 Oh, rather use this heart, thus far a fitter stone, 19 'Cause, though a hard and cold one, yet it is thine own. Amen. THE ANTIPHON. O save us then, Merciful King of men! Since thou wouldst needs be thus A Saviour, and at such a rate, for us; Save us, O save us, Lord! We now will own no shorter wish, nor name a narrower word, Thy blood bids us be bold; Thy sorrows chide our shame. Thy cross, thy nature, and thy name Advance our claim, And cry with one accord, Save them, O save them, Lord. THE VERSICLE. Lo, we adore thee, Dread Lamb! and bow thus low before thee; THE RESPONSOR. 'Cause by the cov'nant of thy cross, Thou'st saved the world from certain 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, re mission 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 RECOMMENDATION. 1 THESE hours, and that which hovers o'er my end, Into thy hands and heart, Lord, I commend. 2 Take both to thine account, that I and mine, 3 That as I dedicate my devoutest breath 4 So from his living, and life-giving death, VEXILLA REGIS, THE HYMN OF THE HOLY CROSS. 1 Look up, languishing soul! Lo where the fair Thy life is one long debt Of love to Him, who on this painful tree 2 Lo, how the streams of life from that full nest Of water wedding blood. With these he wash'd thy stain, transferr'd thy smart, And took it home to his own heart. 3 But though great love, greedy of such sad gain, Usurp'd the portion of thy pain, And from the nails and spear Turn'd the steel point of fear, Their use is changed, not lost; and now they move Not stings of wrath, but wounds of love. 4 Tall tree of life! thy truth makes good What was till now ne'er understood, Though the prophetic king Struck loud his faithful string: It was thy wood he meant should make the throne For a more than Solomon. 5 Large throne of love! royally spread With purple of too rich a red, Thy crime is too much duty; Thy burthen too much beauty; Glorious or grievous more? thus to make good 6 Even balance of both worlds! our world of sin, Soon as the right-hand scale rejoiced to prove 7 Hail, our alone hope! let thy fair head shoot Thus graft ourselves on thee, |