147 THE HE strife is o'er, the battle done; O let the song of praise be sung. Alleluia! 2 The powers of death have done their worst, Let shouts of praise and joy outburst. Alleluia ! 3 On this third morn he rose again In glorious majesty to reign; O let us swell the joyful strain. Alleluia! 4 He closed the yawning gates of hell; 4 Jesus lives! our hearts know well Tear us from his keeping ever. Alleluia ! 5 Jesus lives! to him the throne Rest and reign with him in heaven. Alleluia ! HOU art gone up on high, 149 THOU To realms beyond the skies, Sweet songs of praise arise. 2 Thou art gone up on high, But thou didst first come down 3 But we are lingering here With sin and care oppressed; 4 Here, girt with griefs and fears, Our onward course must be ; V. 4 9:4 4 150 COME, thou holy Spirit, come; And from thine eternal home Come, thou Father of the poor, 2 Thou of Comforters the best, In our labor rest most sweet, 8 0 most blessed Light Divine, Shine within these hearts of thine, 4 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. 5 On the faithful, who adore And confess thee, evermore In thy sevenfold gifts descend. Give them virtue's sure reward, Give them thy salvation, Lord, Give them joys that never end. |