Hail, Day of days! in peals of praise
Throughout all ages owned,
When Christ, our God, hell's empire trod,
And high o'er heaven was throned.
b. FORTUNATUS (Bishop of Poictiers)-
Hail, Day of Days! in Peals
of Praise.

Jesus lives, to Him the Throne
Over all the world is given,

May we go where He is gone,

Rest and reign with Him in Heaven.
Alleluia!

C. C. F. GILLERT Jesus Lives.

Christ hath arisen! O mountain peaks, attestWitness, resounding glen and torrent wave! The immortal courage in the human breast Sprung from that victory-tell how oft the brave

To camp 'midst rock and cave,

Nerved by those words, their struggling faith have borne,

Planting the cross on high above the clouds of morn!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! From the
Latin of the 12th Century. Trans. by
J. M. NEALE.

I think of the garden after the rain;
And hope to my heart comes singing,
"At morn the cherry-blooms will be white,
And the Easter bells be ringing!"