Part 8
To Thee before Thy Pa.s.sion They sang their hymn of praise; To Thee now high exalted Our melody we raise.
6.
Thou didst accept their praises, Accept the pray'rs we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King.
Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
Page 37-38
No. 27
EASTERTIDE
Jesus Christ is risen today Processional Surrexit Christus hodie
Translated by the Rev. J. O'Connor Nicola A. Montani
Joyously
1.
Jesus Christ is ris'n today! (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) Sinners, wipe your tears away! (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) He Whose death upon the Cross (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus) Saveth us from endless loss. (Solo) Alleluia! (Chorus)
2.
See the holy women come, Alleluia!
Bearing spices to the tomb; Alleluia!
Hear the white-clad Angel's voice Alleluia!
Bid the universe rejoice!
Alleluia!
3.
Go! Tell all his brethren dear, Alleluia!
"He is ris'n, He is not here!
Alleluia!
Seek Him not among the dead; Alleluia!
He has risen as He said."
Alleluia!
4.
Glory, Jesus, be to Thee!
Alleluia!
Thine own might hath set Thee free.
Alleluia!
Come, for primal joy restored, Alleluia!
Let us bless our Pascal Lord!
Alleluia!
Copyright 1920 by N.A.M.
Page 39-40
No. 28
EASTERTIDE
"Ye Sons and daughters of the Lord" (No. 1) O Filii et Filiae Processional
Jean Tisserand (1494) Tr. Rev. E. Caswall Traditional Melody from "Airs sur les Hymnes sacres, Odes et Noels," (Paris 1623)
Maestoso
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
1.
Ye sons and daughters of the Lord!
The King of glory, King adored, This day Himself from death restored. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
2.
All in the early morning grey Went holy women on their way, To see the tomb where Jesus lay. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
3.
Of spices pure a precious store In their pure hands those women bore, To anoint the Sacred Body o'er. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
4.
Then straightway One in white they see, Who saith, "Ye seek the Lord; but He Is ris'n, and gone to Galilee." Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
5.
This told they Peter, told they John, Who forthwith to the tomb are gone; But Peter is by John outrun. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
6.
That selfsame night, while out of fear The doors were shut, their Lord most dear To His Apostles did appear. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
7.
But Thomas when of this He heard, Was doubtful of his brethren's word; Wherefore again there comes the Lord. Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
8.
"Thomas, behold My Side" saith He; "My Hands, My Feet, My Body see, And doubt not, but believe in Me." Alleluia!
