I CHRIST our passover is sacri- ficed for us, || Therefore let us keep the feast.

2 Not with the old leaven, neither with leaven of malice and wickedness, || But with the unleavened bread of sin- ceri - ty and — truth.

3 Christ, being raised from the dead, dieth no more; || Death hath no more dominion over Him.

4 For in that He died, He died unto sin once: || But in that He liveth, He liveth | unto God.

5 Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, || But alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord.

6 Now is Christ risen | from the dead, || And become the first- | fruits of them that slept. 7 For since by man came death, || By man came also the resur-|rection of the dead. 8 For as in Adam all-die, || Even so in Christ shall all be made a- live.

AUDIVI VOCEM.

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REV. xiv. 13; xx. 6; i. 5, 6.

me, | Write, || Blessed are the dead,

I I HEARD a voice from Heaven, saying unto who die in the Lord from henceforth:

2 Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, || And their works do follow them.

3 Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resur-|rection; || On such the second death hath no power;

4 But they shall be priests of God and of Christ, || And shall reign with Him a| thousand years.

5 Unto Him that loved us, || And washed us from our sins in His own-blood, 6 And hath made us kings and priests to God and His Father; || To Him be glory and do- minion for ever and ever.

I "THY will be done!" || In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run; ||
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, I
"Thy will be done."

2 "Thy will be done!" || If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous | sun, ||
This prayer will make it more divine-
Thy will be done!'

3 "Thy will be done!" || Though shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, || one comfort-one
Is ours: to breathe, while we adore,

"Thy will be done."

SANCTUS. Irr.

41 Ho LY! ho- ly!

Sir John Bowring (1792-1872), 1825. Ab.

holy! Lord God of Sa-ba- oth! Heav'n and earth are full, full of Thy

I My soul is not at rest. There comes a strange and secret whisper to my spirit, || Like a dream of night, || That tells me I am on en- - chanted ground.

2 Why live I here? the vows of God are on me, || And I may not stop to play with shadows, or pluck earthly flowers, || Till I my work have done, and rendered · up ac- count.

3 And I will go! || I may no longer doubt to give up friends and idol hopes, || And every tie that binds my heart to thee, my country!

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Henceforth, then, it matters not if storm or sunshine be my earthy lot, || Bitter or sweet my cup, || I only pray, "God, make me holy, and my spirit nerve for the stern hour of strife!"

5 And when I come to stretch me for the last, || In unattended agony, beneath the cocoa's shade, || It will be sweet that I have toiled for other worlds than this. 6 And if one for whom Satan hath struggled as he hath for me, || Should ever reach that blessed shore- || O how this heart will glow with gratitude and love.