Classic Poem

The Versicle.

Lord, by thy sweet and saving S IGN

The Responsor.

Defend us from our foes and thine.

V. Thou shalt open.
R. And my mouth.
V. O God make speed.
R. O L ORD make hast.
V. Glory be to.
R. As it was in the.

THE HYMN .

But there were Rocks would not relent at This.
Lo, for their own hearts, they rend his.
Their deadly hate lives still; and hath
A wild reserve of wanton wrath;
Superfluous S PEAR ! But there's a H EART stands by
Will look no wounds be lost, no deaths shall dy.
Gather now thy Greif's ripe F RUIT . Great mother-maid!
Then sitt thee down, and sing thine Ev'nsong in the sad T REE 's shade.

The Antiphona.

O sad, sweet T REE !
Wofull and joyfull we
Both weep and sing in shade of thee.
When the dear N AILES did lock
And graft into thy gracious Stock
The hope; the health,
The worth, the wealth
Of all the ransom'd W ORLD , thou hadst the power
(In that propitious Hour)
To poise each pretious limb,
And prove how light the World was, when it weighd with H IM .
Wide maist thou spred
Thine Armes; And with thy bright and blisfull head
O'relook all Libanus. Thy lofty crown
The king himself is; Thou his humble T HRONE .
Where yeilding and yet conquering he
Prov'd a new path of patient Victory.
When wondring death by death was slain,
And our Captivity his Captive ta'ne.

The Versicle.

Lo we adore thee
Dread L AMB ! and bow thus low before thee;

The Responsor.

'Cause by the convenant of thy C ROSSE .
Thou'hast sav'd the world from certain losse.

The Prayer.

O lord J ESU -C HRIST , son of the living, &c.