FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. R. H. OH Thou whom neither time nor space Nor faith in boldest flight can trace, And Thou that from Thy bright abode, And Thou, whose unction from on high Dread Spirit! art for ever one! Great First and Last! Thy blessings give! To love and praise Thee while we live, And do whate'er Thou would'st have done! SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. No. I. H. H. M. RIDE on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry! Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd! Ride on ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Oh Christ! Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquer'd Sin! Ride on! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, Ride on! ride on in majesty ! Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain! Then take, oh God! Thy power, and reign! SIXTH SUNDAY IN LENT. No. II. R. H. THE Lord of might from Sinai's brow, Gave forth His voice of thunder; And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretch'd in fear and wonder. Beneath His feet was pitchy night, And, at His left hand and His right, The rocks were rent asunder! The Lord of love, on Calvary, The Lord of love, the Lord of might, Shall back return to claim His right, O'er Death and Hell defeated! GOOD FRIDAY. No. I. H. H. M. BOUND upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He? By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst, Bound upon th' accursed tree, Lord! our suppliant knees we bow, Bound upon th' accursed tree, Bound upon th' accursed tree, |