Of spices pure a precious store

In their pure hands those women bore,
To anoint the sacred Body o'er.

Then straightway one in white they see,
Who saith, "The Lord is ris'n, and he
Precedes you into Galilee."

This told they Peter, told they John,
Who forthwith to the tomb are gone,
But Peter is by John outrun.

That selfsame night, while out of fear
The doors were shut, their Lord most dear
To his Apostles did appear.

But Thomas, when of this he heard,
Was doubtful of his brethren's word;
Wherefore again there comes the Lord.

"Thomas, behold my side," saith he;
"My hands, my feet, my body see,
And doubt not, but believe in me."

When Thomas saw that wounded side,
The truth no longer he denied;
"Thou art my Lord and God !" he cried,

Oh blest are they who have not seen
Their Lord, and yet believe in him!
Eternal life awaiteth them.

Now let us praise the Lord most high,
And strive his name to magnify

On this great day through earth and sky.

Whose mercy ever runneth o'er;

Whom men and angel hosts adore;
To him be glory evermore,

12. Feast of the Ascension. O THOU eternal King most high, Who didst the world redeem;

And conquering death and hell, receive
A dignity supreme:

This day beheld thee through the skies
To thy bright throne ascend;
Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power,
And glory without end.

There, seated in thy majesty,
To thee submissive bow

The spacious earth, the highest heaven,
The depths of hell below.

With trembling there the angels see
The chang'd estate of men ;

The flesh which sinn'd by Flesh redeem'd,
And Man o'er seraphs reign.

There, waiting for thy faithful souls,

Be thou to us, O Lord,

Our peerless joy while here we stay,

In heav'n our great reward.

13.

Hymn for Pentecost.

HOLY Spirit, Lord of light,

From thy clear celestial height

Thy pure beaming radiance give;

Come, thou Father of the poor,
Come with treasures which endure,
Come, thou light of all that live.

Thou, of all consolers best,
Thou, the soul's delightful guest,
Dost refreshing peace bestow;
Thou in toil art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.

Light immortal, Light divine,
Visit thou these hearts of thine,
And our inmost being fill;
If thou take thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay-
All his good is turn'd to ill.

Heal our wounds, our strength renew,
On our dryness pour thy dew,

Wash the stains of guilt away,
Bend the stubborn heart and will,
Melt the frozen, warm the chill,
Guide the steps that go astray.
Thou on those who evermore
Thee confess and thee adore,

In thy sevenfold gifts descend; Give them comfort when they die, Give them life with thee on high,

Give them joys which never end.

14. Feast of Corpus Christi. SING, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of his flesh the mystery sing;

Of the blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King;
Destin'd, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring,

Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as man with man conversing,
Stay'd the seeds of truth to sow
Then he clos'd in solemn order
Wondrously his life of woe.

On the night of that last supper,
Seated with his chosen band,
He, the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfils the law's command;
Then, as food to all his brethren,
Gives himself with his own hand.

Word made flesh, the bread of nature
By his word to flesh he turns,
Wine into his blood he changes:

What though sense no change discerns?

Only be the heart in earnest,

Faith her lesson quickly learns.

Down in adoration falling,

Lo, the sacred Host we hail; Lo, o'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail.

To the everlasting Father,

And the Son who reigns on high, With the Holy Ghost proceeding Forth from each eternally,

Be salvation, honour, blessing,
Might, and endless majesty.

15. Feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus.

JESU, Creator of the world,

Of all mankind Redeemer blest; True God of God, in whom we see

The Father's image clear express'd:

Thee, Saviour, love alone constrain'd
To make our mortal flesh thine own;
And as a second Adam come,

For the first Adam to atone.

That selfsame love which made the sky, Which made the sea, the stars, and earth, Took pity on our misery,

And broke the bondage of our birth.

O Jesu, in thy heart divine

May that same love for ever glow; For ever mercy to mankind

From that exhaustless fountain flow!

For this thy sacred heart was pierced,
And both with blood and water ran;
To cleanse us from the stains of guilt,
And be the hope and strength of man.

To God the Father and the Son,

All praise, and power, and glory be With thee, O holy Paraclete,

Both now and through eternity.