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Christ Crucified. 453
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid !
Bishop Reginald Heber. 1811.
Christ Crucified.
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"And was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered, and was buried"
Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! Hark ! all the tribes Hosanna cry ! Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strow'd.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O 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 To see the approaching Sacrifice.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ; The Father on His sapphire Throne Expects His own anointed Son.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die ! Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain ! Then take, O God ! Thy power, and reign !
Henry Hart Mihnan. 1827. |
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