3 Honour and praise to Christ be paid, dim Once sold and causelessly betrayed; my Who for His people willingly

P Bore death upon the shameful Tree. Amen.

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THE THIRD HOUR.

And it was the third hour. Mark xv. 25.

P THOU Who at the third hour wast led, O Christ, to meet that torture dread; Who on Thy Shoulder didst for us, For us unworthy, bear the Cross ;— 2 cres Make us so full of love to Thee, mf And let our lives so holy be,

That with the spirits of the blest

dim We too may reach the land of rest.

3 Honour and praise to Christ be paid, dim Once sold and causelessly betrayed; my Who for His people willingly

Р Bore death upon the shameful Tree. Amen.

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P

THE SIXTH HOUR.

When the sixth hour was come. Mark xv. 33.

FOR us the bitter Cross He bore,

And stretched thereon, was parched with thirst,

Jesus, Whose sacred Hands were pierced, Whose sacred Feet with nails they tore. 2 Honour and blessing we will bring To Him, the Lord, the Crucified, Who, by His sufferings as He died, Has ransomed us from perishing.

3 Then honour, praise, O Christ, to Thee,
Who, to redeem a world from loss, O
So patiently didst bear the Cross,
And died upon the shameful Tree. Amen.

dimi

THE NINTH HOUR.

At the ninth hour. Mark xv. 34.

1 mf O MAY Christ's sufferings on the Tree
For us, our liberation be,

That through this sacrifice we may
Find joys that ne'er shall pass away.

2 Glory to Christ the Lord be sung,
dim Who, as upon the Cross He hung,
mf With that great cry gave up the ghost,
Saving a world undone and lost.

3 Honour and praise to Christ be paid,
dim Once sold and causelessly betrayed;
mf Who for His people willingly

Bore death upon the shameful Tree. Amen.

THE EVENTIDE.

Now when the even was come. Mark xv. 42.

10 THOU Who layedst dead, the King, The spotless King, in peace at last; Into Thy grave our cares we cast,

cres And evermore Thy praises sing.

2 mf Lord, help! and make our sorrows cease, Thou, Who redeemedst us with Thy Blood;

And grant us in Thy blest abode
The joys of deep eternal peace.

3 Then honour, praise, O Christ, to Thee, Who, to redeem a world from loss, So patiently didst bear the Cross, p And died upon the shameful Tree. Amen. From the Latin (15th century),

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1 ALL is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, Human taunts and fiendish spite; cres Death shall be despoiled to-morrow Of the prey he grasps to-night: Yet awhile, His own to save, Christ must linger in the grave.

2 p Close and still the cell that holds

cres

mf

Him,

While in brief repose He lies;
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes;
Slumber, such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

Fierce and deadly was the anguish
Which on yonder Cross He bore;
How did soul and body languish
Till the toil of death was o'er;

But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's
head!

4 pp All night long, with plaintive voicing,
Chant His requiem soft and low;
cres Loftier strains of loud rejoicing
From to-morrow's harps shall flow:
'Death and hell at length are slain,
'Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth
reign.' Amen.

J. Moultrie (1799-1874), verse 1, ll. 5, 6, alt. J. Ellerton.

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His visage was so marred more than any
man. Is. lii. 14.

1 Р O PALLID, gentle, grief-worn Face!
cres O sacred Body !-faith can trace
dim Thy darksome, solitary place.

cres

Hallelujah!

8.8.8.4.

2 mf The Homeless with a house is blest ; No pangs disturb the Sufferer's Breast; dim The Man of Sorrows is at rest.

cres

Hallelujah!

3

4

5

P The wounded Side, Hands, Feet, and Brow,
Lie undisturbed and painless now;
The grave doth no tormentor know!
Hallelujah!

cres

Р My Lord lies in His tomb for me, cres That from His death my life may beMy life, my immortality!

Hallelujah!

6 Then praise to Father, and to Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
For all that He, my God, hath done.
Hallelujah!

Amen.

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1 p

2 P

G. Rawson; Dox. G. T.

And laid Him in a sepulchre which was
hewn out of a rock. Mark xv. 46,

So rest, my Rest!

Thou ever Blest!

4.4.7.7.6.

Thy grave with sinners making :
By Thy precious death (cres) from sin
My dead soul awaking.

Here hast Thou lain

After much pain,

Life of my life, reposing:

Round Thee now a rock-hewn grave,

Rock of Ages, closing.