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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.
The red sea now is past, and now
So great his love, that, for our good,
Blood sprinkled on the posts of yore
But Christ is now the pasch by whom
Hail truest victim, truly given;
Hell now is vanquished; Christ displays
Jesus be thou our paschal joy!
To God the Father loudly sing,
SALUTIS HUMANE SATOR, FOR ASCENSION.
Oh thou from whom salvation flows,
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 ?
Hell's chaos now is rent in twain;
And captive chains are burst by thee.
Triumphant Victor! rise and reign,
But let thy pity still look down
Oh, lead us Thou to heavens above.
Till thou, dear Saviour! crown the whole.
VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS: FOR WHIT
Creating Spirit, come! controul
And visit every willing soul.
Dear Lord, each good and perfect thing.
Thee Lord, our Comforter, we call;
The spirits' balin: all dwells in thee.
Thine are the seven best gifts of grace.
With thy pure light, fire every sense;
With strength and virtue from above.
Drive every foe far, far away.
Let us the Father know by thee:
May praise to God the Father swell
VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS, FOR WHIT SUNDAY.
Come Holy Ghost: to us send down,
Come thou the soul's best joy and light!