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Friday Vespers.

Hymn XXIII.

[And now, my soul, canst thou forget]

And now, my soul, canst thou forget
That thy whole life is one long debt
Of love to Him, who on this tree
Paid back the flesh He took for thee?
Lo, how the streams of precious blood
Flow from five wounds into one flood:
With these he washes all thy stains,
And buys thy ease with his own pains:
Tall tree of life! we clearly now
That doubt of former Ages know;
It was thy wood should make the Throne
Fit for a more then Salomon.
Large Throne of love! royally spred
With Purple of too rich a red:
Strange costly price! thus to make good
Thine own esteem, with thy Kings blood.

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Hail fairest Plant of Paradise;
To thee our hopes lift up their eys:
O may aloft thy branches shoot,
And fill the Nations with thy fruit.
O may all reap from thy Increase,
The Just, more strength; the sinner, peace:
While our half-wither'd harts and we
Engraft our selvs, and grow on Thee.
Live, O, for ever live, and reign
Blest Lamb whom thine own love has slain;
And may thy lost sheep live to be
True lovers of thy Cross and Thee.
All glory to the sacred Three,
One undivided Deity;
As it has been in ages gone,
May now, and ever, stil be done.