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Easter Carol

Author: William Barton Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 First Line: Long ago on Easter day Lyrics: 1. Long ago on Easter day, As the morn was breaking, Where the buried Savior lay, Friends whose hearts were aching Came with spices rich and rare, Brought for love’s adorning, And they met their Savior there, On that Easter morning! 2 Angels moved the stone and said, This is not His prison; Seek Him not among the dead, For your Lord is risen! Then the green-clad, spring-freed earth Sang to Heav'n its story, Glorious as the songs at birth Of His risen glory! 3 Here we come this Easter day, Our dear Savior meeting; Meet us, Jesus, in the way, With Thine Easter greeting. Not with spices, but with song Voicing glad endeavor, Come we hailing Him who rose, And who lives forever! Used With Tune: NAPLES
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Jesu, Solace Of My Soul

Author: Anselm of Lucca, 1036-1086; Herbert Kynaston Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 4 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, solace of my soul, Gentle Mediator, King of kings from pole to pole, Heaven and earth’s creator, Who can praise Thee as he ought, Thee, the world-wide wonder, Tell what pangs our sorrows wrought, Rending Thee asunder? 2 Love, it drew Thee from the sky, Love of souls that perished, Leaving—here on earth to die— All Thy glories cherished: Born into the vale of tears, There Thyself more tearful; Toiling up the steep of years To a height more fearful. 3 Born life’s saddest paths to tread, Thou the world’s salvation, Hungry, Thou the Living Bread, In its desolation; Thou, the fourfold river’s fount, Paradise all steeping, Thirsting on the cursèd Mount, In the Garden weeping! 4 O, the depth, the breadth, the height Of Thy love’s extension, Jesus, O the wondrous might Of Thy condescension; Innocency’s purest bloom, All Thy foes refuting, Bearing all our sorrow’s doom, All our sins imputing. 5 Mine the while the joys of life, Thine its tribulation; Mine the glory of the strife, Thine the consternation; Mine the banquet’s sweetness all, Thine the self-devotion; Thine the vinegar and gall For Thy bitter potion! Used With Tune: NAPLES Text Sources: Tr.: Occasional Hymns (London: R. Clay, Son & Taylor, 1862)

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