2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light;
And, listening to His accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own "All hail!" and hearing,
May raise the victor-strain.

3 Now let the heavens be joyful
Let earth her song begin;

Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein;

Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, Our Joy that hath no end.

John of Damascus (8th cent.). Tr. Rev. John M. Neale, 1862 verse 1, 1. 1,

alt.

I Gold-en harps are sound-ing, An - gel voi - ces ring, Pearl-y gates are o-pened,

O-pened for the King: Christ, the King of Glo - ry,

in tri-umph To His throne a - bove. All His work is end - ed,

Joy-ful-ly we sing; Jesus hath as-cend-ed: Glo-ry to our King! A-MEN.

I LIGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart, In unison with all our hearts,
Star of the coming day,

Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.

2 Come, blessèd Lord, bid every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal Name,
And own Thee as their King.

3 Lord, Lord, Thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,

And calls aloud for Thee.

4 Come, then, with all Thy quickening
With one awakening smile, [power,
And bid the serpent's trail no more
Thy beauteous realms defile.

5 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace Divine:
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory Thine.

Sir Edward Denny, Bart., 1842

I Light of those whose dreary dwell-ing Borders on the shades of death,

Come, and by Thy love's reveal -ing, Dis - si pate the clouds be-neath. A-MEN.

lonely pilgrim's heart, Star of the coming day,

A-rise, and with Thy morning beams Chase all our griefs a - way. A-MEN.