The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1875-04-01
For the Virginian.
Holy Week.

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For the Virginian.
Holy Week.
PALM SUNDAY.
Who is this'in lowly homage.
Followed by the multitude,
Riding to the holy city.
Der the palm branch covered road I
Rude. and common tho the people,
He is none the less king:
praise! hosana in the highest!"
Hear the people shout, aud sing.
Israel! your Redeemer cometh
Gentiles your salvation sect
Wave your palms in adoration
Jew and Gentle! bow the kneei
Open wide the citys portals;
Welcome in The Holy One!
Welcome to The Fathers Temple.
Christ, The Fathers Only Son.
GOOD FRIDAY.
They led Him thro' the city gates.
Thorn pierced his sacred brow
They who waved palms across His path,
Cry "Crucify him" now.
Meeky He bears the heavy cross,
God-like His suffering!
oh. Jews! will you thus cruelty
Your promised Lord and King9
They nail Him to the cross each blow
Sounds thro' eternity!
They rail the hands that raised the dead,
That made the blind to see.
They pierce with nails The Sacred Feet,
The cross they rudcly raise:
And leave Him to the Scoff1ng crowd,
The rough and hooking gaze.
The temples veil is rent in twain,
Thick darkness hides the sum-
Thro' all her rocky heart, the earth,
Mourns for the Holy One.
Truly He was the Son of God!"
The Roman soldiers cry,
None but the Jews unmoved behold,
The bleeding Saviour die.
Oh base ingratitude OF man!
That crucifed anew,
The Saviour who on Calvary,
In mercy died for you.
That nails afresh with unbelief.
The tender. nail pierced palm,
And lifts to scofllng. worldly gaze,
The Dear At,ning Lamb
EASTER MORN.
Put your sack cloth off. oh Churchi
Deck yourself in white array!
Crown your brow with early flowers
Christ the Lord is risen to-day.
Sing the thankful songs OF praise,
Sing hosannas to your Kingi =
Let the eternal hills Of Heaven,
With your Eaeluia's ring!
Christ triumphant over death.
Christ triumphant DER the grave,
Christ triumphant over hell,
Christ all-powerful to save.
Deck with flowers the sacred font,
Let their fragrance thrill the air:
Lilies, roses. hyacinths-
Srew bright flowers every where.
They i'll radiant hues have sprung,
From their earthly prison gloom,
So Our Blessed Christ has come.
Crowned with glory from the tomb.
Son Of God, all hail to Thee!
Son Of God, Thy name we laud!
Holy angels wait for Thee,
Christ. The Blessed Son Of God.
Ye who at the Sephulcher,
Your despairing vigils kept
Ye, who where the Dear Lord lay,
Hopeless watched, and prcyed, and wept;
Lift your streaming eyes, and see
Christ, the Lamb, the Holy One,
Deified at Gods right hand.
Crowned, and shining as the sun.
Sing We immortal choirx Of Heaven,
Sing Redemptions wondreus plan,
Let glad anthems to Our Christ,
Heaven and earth exulting span.
In His poor humanity,
He was laid amongst the dead;
Angels guarded from the tomb,
Lo, He comes God instead.
To forgive all sins, and save,
Power unto Him is given,
Power to elevate the world,
Sanctfed, and pure to Heaven.
Glory to Emanuel!
Praise the Sacrincal Lamb!
Praise to Him. who died for us,
Mandatory song. and psalm.
Holy Church oh, Bride elect.
Crowned with flowers, and clothed in white,
From your penitential fast
Come to meet the Lord of light.
Strcw white lilies for His feet.
Welcome home your Lord divine,
In His house, for all His friends
Spread the sacred bread, and wine
Christ is risen! rejoice oh, heaven
Christ is risen! oh, earth he gay!
Christ is risen! We angels sing,
Christ the Lord is risen to-day
NJ. P. D*x***, stanton, Va.