He who died upon a tree, alleluia!
Now shall reign eternally, alleluia!
He who saved our fallen race, alleluia!
Takes in heav’n his rightful place, alleluia!
Jesus, Lord, all hail to thee, alleluia!
On this day of victory, alleluia!
Thou didst shatter Satan’s might, alleluia!
Rising glorious from the fight, alleluia!
Jesus, Victor, hear our prayer, alleluia!
In thy triumph let us share, alleluia!
Lift our minds and hearts above, alleluia!
Strengthen all men in thy love, alleluia!
While in heaven thou dost gaze, alleluia!
On thy Church who sings thy praise, alleluia!
Fasten all our hope in thee, alleluia!
Till thy face unveiled we see, alleluia!
Melody: Llanfair 7.7.7.7 with Alleluias; Music: Robert Williams, c. 1781-1821; Text: Melvin Farrell, S.S.
Now at last he takes his throne, Alleluia!
From all ages his alone! Alleluia!
With his praise creation rings: Alleluia!
Lord of lords and King of kings! Alleluia!
Hands and feet and side reveal, Alleluia!
Wounds of love, high priesthood’s seal! Alleluia!
Advocate, for us he pleads; Alleluia!
Heavenly Priest, he intercedes! Alleluia!
Christians, raise your eyes above! Alleluia!
He will come again in love, Alleluia!
On that great and wondrous day, Alleluia!
When this world will pass away! Alleluia!
At his word new heavens and earth, Alleluia!
Will in glory spring to birth! Alleluia!
Joy of angels, joy of men, Alleluia!
Come, Lord Jesus, come again! Alleluia!
Melody: Llanfair 7.7.7.7 with Alleluias; Music: Robert Williams, c. 1781-1821; Text: James Quinn, S.J., 1968
Alleluia! not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us,
Faith believes nor questions how:
Though the cloud from sight received him,
When the forty days were o’er
Shall our hearts forget his promise,
“I am with you evermore”?
Alleluia! Bread of angels,
Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! here the sinful
Flee to thee from day to day:
Intercessor, friend of sinners,
Earth’s Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
Alleluia! King eternal,
Thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! born of Mary,
Earth thy footstool, heav’n thy throne:
Thou within the veil hast entered,
Robed in flesh, our great High Priest;
Thou on earth both Priest and Victim
In the Eucharistic feast.
Melody: Hyfrydol 87.87.D; Music: R. H. Prichard, 1811-1887; Text: William
Chatterton Dix, 1837-1898
The highest place that heav’n affords
Is surely his by right:
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heav’n’s eternal light.
The joy he is of all above,
The joy to all below:
To ev’ryone he shows his love,
And grants his name to know.
To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is giv’n:
Their name an everlasting name.
Their joy the joy of heav’n.
The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him;
His people’s hope, his people’s wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Melody: St. Magnus (Nottingham) C.M.; Music: Jeremiah Clarke, 1659-1707;
Text: Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854, slightly adapted
The holy apostolic band
Upon the Mount of Olives stand,
Alleluia, alleluia.
And with the virgin mother see
Jesu’s resplendent majesty.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
To whom the angels, drawing nigh,
“Why stand and gaze upon the sky?
Alleluia, alleluia.
This is the Savior!” thus they say,
“This is His noble triumph day!”
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
“Again ye shall behold Him, so
As ye today have seen Him go;
Alleluia, alleluia.
In glorious pomp ascending high,
Up to the portals of the sky.”
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
O grant us thitherward to tend,
And with unwearied hearts ascend
Alleluia, alleluia.
Toward Thy kingdom’s throne, where Thou
As is our faith, art seated now.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
Be Thou our joy and strong defense,
Who art our future recompense:
Alleluia, alleluia.
So shall the light that springs from Thee
Be ours through all eternity.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
O risen Christ, ascended Lord,
All praise to Thee let earth accord,
Alleluia, alleluia.
Who art, while endless ages run,
With Father and with Spirit One.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
Text: Bede the Venerable; Melody: Ye Watchers and Ye Holy Ones.
To Thee, the Comforter, we cry;
To Thee, the gift of God most high;
The fount of life, the fire of love,
The soul's Anointing from above.
The soul's Anointing from above.
The sev'nfold gifts of grace are Thine;
O finger of the hand divine;
True promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with speech endow.
Who dost the tongue with speech endow.
Thy light to every sense impart,
And shed Thy love in every heart;
Thy own unfailing might supply
To strengthen our infirmity.
To strengthen our infirmity.
Melody: Lambilotte; Text: Attributed to Rhabanus Maurus, circa 800 (Veni Creator Spiritus)
Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercčd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.
Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.
Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.
Melody: Diademata; Text: Matthew Bridges
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
ye ransomed from the fall,
hail him who saves you by his grace,
and crown him Lord of all.
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
and crown him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe
on this terrestrial ball,
to him all majesty ascribe,
and crown him Lord of all.
To him all majesty ascribe,
and crown him Lord of all.
O that with yonder sacred throng
we at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
and crown him Lord of all.
We'll join the everlasting song,
and crown him Lord of all.
Melody: Coronation, Oliver Holden; Text: William Peronet
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The English translation of Psalm Responses, Alleluia Verses, Gospel Verses from Lectionary for Mass © 1969, 1981, 1997, International Commission on English in the Liturgy Corporation (ICEL); the English translation of Antiphons, Invitatories, Responsories, Intercessions, Psalm 95, the Canticle of the Lamb, Psalm Prayers, Non-Biblical Readings from The Liturgy of the Hours © 1973, 1974, 1975, ICEL; excerpts from the English translation of The Roman Missal © 2010, ICEL. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
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