And thy true church, though small in outward show, In fruits of genuine righteousness abound,

And built on Jesus' merits, firmly stand,

The hope of every age, the light of every land.

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GOOD FRIDAY.

For all conditions of men.

O GOD, whose all creative hands did make
Man's universal race; who canst not hate
One single soul that sorrowing doth forsake
His sins once loved! well pleased to reinstate
Such to thy favour; Lord, compassionate

All who still wander from the path of bliss;
The blind Jew lost in mental darkness thick,
The credulous Turk believing all amiss,
The impure Infidel, the proud Heretic,

Poor Lazars all, of sin's worst plagues full sick!

Take from each one the dark obdurate mind,

That scorns through ignorance thy saving word; Fetch back the proud, impure, the credulous, blind, And bring them to thy Son, most blessed Lord, One flock in brotherly and sweet accord;

That with the genuine Israelites of old,

When the great heavenly shepherd shall descend,
They may be gathered in one common fold;
Safe in the care of man's eternal friend,

Whose love was from the first, and never more shall end.

EASTER EVEN.

For a joyful Resurrection.

GRANT, LORD, that we who at the holy rite

Of baptism, there with Christ professed to die; May henceforth strive with heaven-directed might All our corrupt desires to mortify,

Till dead as men in sepulchres they lie;

Then may we gladly to our cold
gladly to our cold graves haste,"
There the last remnants of our sin to lay;

And through that lowly gate, death's brief night past,
Enter eternity's unending day;

By Jesus ransomed from our mouldering cell,
Unearthy, incorrupt, thence evermore to dwell.

EASTER DAY.

For the continual influences of the Spirit.

GRIM tyrant Death! thou art overcome,
Burst are the bands, that locked the tomb,

In that mysterious strife!

Grim tyrant Death, hath found his mate,

And Jesus opens wide the gate

Of everlasting life.

Almighty God, who through thy Son,
Such a stupendous work hast done,
In love to ransomed man;

O leave us not in sight of hope,
Still bear thy feeble servants up,

And perfect thine own plan.

Thou know'st how faithless are the springs Of nature, when towards heavenly things Our earth-chained mind aspires;

From thee, O Lord, alone proceeds

The sacred warmth of soul that feeds
Blest thoughts and pure desires.

Plant in our breasts good seed, and place Such principles of truth and grace

As nature may correct;

And nourish them with ceaseless care,

Until they root, and ripen there

To fruits of good effect.

So may we share the victory,

For which our captain left the sky,
And sojourned here to win;

That we his soldiers, for his sake,

Through thine almighty power, may break

The chains of death and sin.

THE FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

For power against sin.

THY love, good Lord, thy matchless love we bless,
Transcending a fond Father's tenderness;
Which e'en thy Son from bliss eternal sent,

To bear for us sin's dreadful punishment,

Which raised him then from the curs'd death he died,

To prove fall'n man thence fully justified;

Grant us, O Lord, such influence of thy grace,

As every bosom-sin may quite efface;

That through thy spirit, and our earnest prayer,
No leaven of wickedness may linger there,
But all our soul from foul corruption free,
Purged from all selfishness, and cleansed for thee,
May serve thee well; by truth unerring taught
To walk each day as wisdom's children ought;
And living purely, and believing right,
At last may stand accepted in thy sight.