31. Jesus Risen

All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail!
Oh what a victory is Thine!
How beautiful Thy strength appears,
Thy crimson AYounds, how bright they shine!

Thou earnest at the dawn of day;
Armies of souls around thee wcre^
Blest spirits, thronginti; to adore
thy Flesh, so marvellous, so fair.

The everlasting Godhead lay
Shrouded within those Limbs Divine,
Nor left untenanted one hour
That sacred Human Heart of Thine.

They worshipped Thee, those ransonied souls,
With the fresh strength of love set free;
They worshipped joyously, and thought
Of Mary while they looked on Thee.

And Thon, too. Soul of Jesus! Thou
Towards that sacred Flesh didst yearn,
And for the beatings of that Heart
How ardently Thy love did buru.

They worshipped, while the beauteous Soul
Paused by the Body's wounded Side: —
Bright flashed the cave, — before them stood
The Living Jesus Glorified.

Down, down, all lofty things on earth.
And worship Him with joyous dread!
O Sin! tlioa art outdone by love!
0 Death! thou art discomfited!

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choirs that day.
When from His tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?

Oh I am burning so with love,
1 fear lest I should make too free;
Let me be silent and adore
Thy glorified Humanity.

Ah! new Thou sendest me sweet tears;
Fluttered with love, my spirits fail, —
What shall I say? Thou knowst my lieart;
All hail! dear Conqueror! all hail!