Alleluia! alleluia! The bitter pangs of death are past, And Christ hath vanquished hell at last; Cheers are ringing, Psalms are singing—Alleluia! III Alleluia! alleluia! And when the morn appointed broke, All decked with beauty Christ awoke; O shout with glee, Sing merrily—Alleluia! IV Alleluia! Alleluia! Hell hath He closed with His own hand, The gates of heaven wide open stand; Let mirth abound, And songs resound—Alleluia! V Alleluia! Alleluia! ’Tis Thy wounds, O Blessed Jesus— ’Tis Thy death from dying frees us, That living, we May sing with glee—Alleluia! PLAUDITE, CŒLI! A Jesuit hymn, taken by Walraff, in 1806, out of the _Psalteriolum Cantiorum Catholicarum a Patribus Societati Jesu_. I Shout praises, ye heavens, And sigh them, soft air; From highest to lowest, Sing, sing everywhere; For black clouds of tempest Are banished from sight; And spring, crowned with glory, Is pouring her light. II Come forth with the spring-time, Sweet flow’rets, and spread Your rich hues around us Where nature lay dead; Come, violets modest, And roses so gay, With lilies and marigolds, Spangle the way. III Flow joy song in fulness, Flow higher and higher; Pour forth thy sweet measures, Thou murmuring lyre; O sing, for He liveth, As truly He said, Yea, Jesus hath risen Unharmed from the dead. IV Shout praises, ye mountains, Vales catch the refrain; Frisk gaily, ye fountains; Hills, tell it again— He liveth, He liveth, As truly He said; Yea, Jesus hath risen Unharmed from the dead. MORTIS PORTIS FRACTIS By Peter of St. Maurice, sometimes styled Peter of Cluny, but best known as Peter the Venerable. Born in Auvergne, 1092 or 1094; began life as a soldier; afterwards became a Benedictine monk; elected abbot of the monastery of his order at Cluny in Burgundy; died there in 1156 or 1157. The greater part of his literary activity was given to the controversy between the Clugnian and Cistercian, or “black” and “white” monks. This Resurrection hymn is taken from “Some Rhythms, Proses, Sequences, Verses, and Hymns,” contained in the _Bibliotheca Cluniacencis_, 1623. I Burst are the iron gates of death— A stronger power prevails; For, by the cross, the cruel king Before the Victor quails, O clear the light that shines afar, Where darkness held its sway, For God, who made the light at first, Restores its gladdening ray. II