JEREMIAH CLARKE, c. 1700.

St. Magnus.

5 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind His soul in death;

He shook their kingdom, when He fell, With His expiring breath.

6 And now His conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies;

While broke beneath His powerful cross Death's iron sceptre lies.

7 Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below,

Through Him is pardoning love dispens'd,

And boundless blessings flow.

8 And still for erring guilty man A Brother's pity flows;

And still His bleeding heart is touch'd With memory of our woes.

Anna Lætitia Barbauld, 1773.

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O! the day the Lord hath made!
From the tomb's funereal shade
Now the Sun of goodness brings
Healing on His radiant wings:
And before His bridal light
All the denizens of night,
Fear, and shame, and sorrow, fade:
Bless the day the Lord hath made!

2 Angels, who the morn outrun

To adore the glorious Sun;

At whose step the firm earth shakes,
From whose eye the lightning breaks;
Ye, whose hand excels in might;
Ye, whose accents breathe delight;
Forms in dazzling white array'd;
Bless the day the Lord hath made!

3 Holy men, beloved pair,
Who with rival speed repair
To explore the inmost gloom
Of the yet untrodden tomb;

Mark the clothes, that wrapped Him round,

Swathed His limbs, His temples bound, All in seemliest order laid:

Bless the day the Lord hath made!

4 Doubtful hearts, whom late He taught,
Musing now in anxious thought,
Cease your doubts, your sorrows cease,
Hear Him speak the words of peace:
Deem your eyes no spirit meet;
Mark His pierced hands and feet,
Mark His wounded side display'd:
Bless the day the Lord hath made!

5 Church of God, whom this fair morn
Sees to life and glory born,
Founded on the Living Stone,
Which by Judah's builders thrown,
Thrown with infamy aside,

Now becomes thy Strength and Pride;
Be thy debt of duty paid;

Bless the day the Lord hath made! 6 Ever, as this day shall rise Beaming in the vernal skies, Duly to the Saviour's praise, Church of God, the anthem raise! Christ our passover was slain! Keep the feast, and swell the strain! Christ is raised from the dead! Bless the day the Lord hath made!

Bishop Richard Mant, 1830.