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 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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HYMNS 
 

 FEB 4 1933 
 
 
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 UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD 
 
 IN ST. MARY'S CHURCH 
 
 AT THE CLARENDON PRESS 
 
 1872 
 
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Advent. 
 
 ADVENT. 
 
 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 What power shall be the sinner's stay? 
 How shall he meet that dreadful day? 
 
 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, 
 The naming heavens together roll; 
 When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
 Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ; 
 
 O ! on that day, that wrathful day, 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
 Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away! 
 
Advent. 
 
 II. 
 
 DIES irae, dies ilia 
 Solvet sseclum in favilla, 
 Cruris explicans vexilla. 
 
 Quantus tremor est futurus, 
 Quando Judex est venturus, 
 Cuncta stricte discussurus. 
 
 Tuba, mirum spargens sonum 
 Per sepulchra regionum, 
 Coget omnes ante thronum. 
 
 Liber scriptus proferetur, 
 In quo totum continetur, 
 De quo mundus judicetur. 
 
 Judex ergo quum sedebit, 
 Quidquid latet, apparebit, 
 Nil inultum remanebit. 
 
 Quid sum miser turn dicturus, 
 Quern patronum rogaturus, 
 Quum vix Justus sit securus? 
 
 Rex tremendae majestatis, 
 Qui salvandos salvas gratis, 
 Salva me, Fons pietatis. 
 
Advent. 
 
 Recordare, Jesu pie, 
 Quod sum causa Tuse viae; 
 Ne me perdas ilia die! 
 
 Quserens me sedisti lassus, 
 Redemisti crucem passus: 
 Tantus labor non sit cassus. 
 
 Oro supplex et acclinis, 
 Cor contritum quasi cinis : 
 Gere curam mei finis, 
 
Advent. 
 
 III. 
 
 LO ! He comes, with clouds descending, 
 Once for favoured sinners slain: 
 
 Thousand thousand saints attending 
 Swell the triumph of His train: 
 
 Alleluia ! 
 God appears, on earth to reign \ 
 
 Every eye shall now behold Him, 
 
 Robed in dreadful majesty; 
 Those who set at nought and sold Him, 
 
 Pierced, and nailed Him to the Tree, 
 Deeply wailing, 
 
 Shall the true Messiah see. 
 
 Every island, sea, and mountain, 
 Heaven and earth shall flee away; 
 
 All who hate Him must, confounded, 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day; 
 
 Come to judgment! 
 Come to judgment, come away! 
 
 Now redemption, long expected, 
 See in solemn pomp appear; 
 
 All His saints, by man rejected, 
 Now shall meet Him in the air : 
 
 Alleluia ! 
 See the day of God appear! 
 
Advent. 
 
 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, 
 High on Thine eternal throne : 
 
 Saviour, take the power and glory; 
 Claim the kingdom for Thine own 
 
 O, come quickly, 
 Everlasting God, come down! 
 
Advent. 
 
 IV. 
 
 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, 
 
 The Saviour promised long; 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 
 And every voice a song ! 
 
 He comes, the prisoners to release 
 
 In Satan's bondage held; 
 The gates of brass before Him burst, 
 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 He comes, from thickest films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray, 
 And on the eye-balls of the blind 
 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure, 
 And with the treasures of His grace 
 
 To enrich the humble poor. 
 
 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim, 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 
 With Thy beloved name. 
 
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Advent. 
 
 V. 
 
 GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear? 
 
 The end of things created: 
 The Judge of mankind doth appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated: 
 The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
 The dead which they contained before; 
 
 Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. 
 
 The dead in Christ are first to rise 
 At that last trumpet's sounding; 
 
 Caught up to meet Him in the skies, 
 With joy their Lord surrounding: 
 
 No gloomy fears their souls dismay; 
 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 On those prepared to meet Him. 
 
 Far over space, to distant spheres, 
 
 The lightnings are prevailing; 
 The ungodly rise, and all their tears 
 
 And sighs are unavailing : 
 The day of grace is past and gone; 
 They shake before the Judge's throne, 
 
 All unprepared to meet Him. 
 
 Great Judge, to Thee our prayers we pour, 
 
 In deep abasement bending; 
 O shield us through that last dread hour, 
 
 Thy wondrous love extending: 
 May we, in this our trial day, 
 With faithful hearts Thy word obey, 
 
 And thus prepare to meet Thee. 
 
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Advent. 
 
 VI. 
 
 WHEN came in flesh the Incarnate Word 
 
 The heedless world slept on, 
 
 And only simple shepherds heard 
 
 That God had sent His Son. 
 
 When comes the Saviour at the last, 
 From west to east shall shine 
 
 The awful pomp, and earth aghast 
 Shall tremble at the sign. 
 
 Then shall the pure in heart be blest; 
 
 As mild He comes to them, 
 As when upon the Virgin's breast 
 
 He lay at Bethlehem: 
 
 As mild to meek-eyed love and faith; 
 
 Only more strong to save; 
 Strengthened, by having bowed to death, 
 
 By having burst the grave. 
 
 Lord! who could dare see Thee descend 
 
 In state, unless he knew 
 Thou art the sorrowing sinner's Friend, 
 
 The gracious, and the true? 
 
 Dwell in our hearts, O Saviour blest! 
 
 So shall Thine Advent dawn 
 'Twixt us and Thee, our bosom-Guest, 
 
 Be but the veil withdrawn. 
 
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Advent. 
 
 VII. 
 
 ON Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
 Announces that the Lord is nigh; 
 Come then, and hearken, for he brings 
 Glad tidings from the King of kings. 
 
 Then cleansed be every Christian breast, 
 And furnished for so great a guest; 
 Yea, let us each our hearts prepare 
 For Christ to come and enter there. 
 
 For Thou art our salvation, Lord, 
 Our refuge, and our great reward; 
 Without Thy grace our souls must fade, 
 And wither like a flower decayed. 
 
 Stretch forth Thine hand to heal our sore. 
 And make us rise to fall no more; 
 Once more upon Thy people shine, 
 And fill the world with love divine. 
 
 To Him who left the throne of heaven 
 To save mankind, all praise be given; 
 Like praise be to the Father done, 
 And Holy Spirit, Three in One. 
 
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Advent. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 A FEW more years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come, 
 
 And we shall be with those that rest 
 Asleep within the tomb: 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that great day; 
 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 A few more suns shall set 
 O'er these dark hills of time, 
 
 And we shall be where suns are not, 
 A far serener clime: 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that blest day ; 
 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 A few more storms shall beat 
 On this wild rocky shore, 
 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 And surges swell no more : 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that calm day; 
 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
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Advent. 
 
 A few more struggles here, 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 
 A few more toils, a few more years. 
 And we shall weep no more : 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that bright day; 
 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood. 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 'Tis but a little while 
 And He shall come again, 
 
 Who died that we might live, who lives 
 That we with Him may reign : 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 My soul for that glad day; 
 
 O wash me in Thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 IX. 
 
 RING out, ye crystal spheres, 
 Once bless our human ears, 
 
 (If ye have power to touch our senses so,) 
 And let your silver chime 
 Move in melodious time; 
 
 And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow : 
 And with your ninefold harmony 
 Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. 
 
 For if such holy song 
 Enwrap our fancy long, 
 
 Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; 
 And speckled vanity 
 Will sicken soon and die, 
 
 And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; 
 And hell itself will pass away, 
 And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. 
 
 Yea, truth and justice then 
 Will down return to men, 
 
 Orbed in a rainbow ; and, like glories wearing, 
 Mercy will sit between, 
 Throned in celestial sheen, 
 
 With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering ; 
 And heaven, as at some festival, 
 Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 X. 
 
 ADESTE fideles, 
 Laete triumphantes, 
 
 Venite, venite in Bethlehem ; 
 Natum videte 
 Regem Angelorum; 
 
 Venite adoremus Dominum. 
 
 Deum de Deo, 
 Lumen de Lumine, 
 
 Gestant Puellae viscera; 
 Deum verum, 
 Genitum, non factum, 
 
 Venite adoremus Dominum. 
 
 Cantet nunc Io 
 Chorus Angelorum, 
 
 Cantet nunc aula ccelestium, 
 Gloria in excelsis Deo, 
 
 Venite adoremus Dominum. 
 
 Ergo qui natus 
 Die hodierna, 
 
 Jesu, Tibi sit gloria; 
 Patris aeterni 
 Verbum Caro factum; 
 
 Venite adoremus Dominum. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 XL 
 
 ECCE quem vates vetustis 
 
 Concinebant saeculis, 
 Quem prophetarum fideles 
 
 Paginae spoponderant, 
 Emicat promissus olim ; 
 
 Cuncta conlaudent eum, 
 
 Saeculorum saeculis. 
 
 Psallat altitudo coeli, 
 Psallite omnes Angeli, 
 
 Quidquid est virtutis unquam 
 Psallat in laudem Dei, 
 
 Nulla linguarum silescat, 
 Vox et omnis consonet, 
 
 Saeculorum saeculis. 
 
 Macte Judex mortuorum, 
 Macte Rex viventium, 
 
 Dexter assidens Parenti 
 Summa nactus robora, 
 
 Omnium venturus inde 
 Justus ultor criminum, 
 
 Sseculorum saeculis. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 Te senes et Te juventus, 
 Parvulorum Te chorus, 
 
 Turba matrum virginumque, 
 Simplices puellulse, 
 
 Voce Concordes pudicis 
 Perstrepant concentibus, 
 
 Saeculorum sseculis. 
 
 Tibi, Christe, sit cum Patre 
 
 Hagioque Spiritu, 
 Hymnus, melos, laus perennis, 
 
 Gratiarum actio, 
 Honor, virtus, et victoria, 
 
 Regnum seternaliter, 
 
 Saeculorum sseculis. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 XII. 
 
 HARK ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King, 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled: 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 Join the triumph of the skies; 
 Universal nature say, 
 Christ the Lord is born to-day. 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
 Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
 Late in time behold Him come, 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb : 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
 Hail the Incarnate Deity! 
 Pleased as Man with man to dwell, 
 Jesus our Emmanuel. 
 
 Hark! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
 Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace, 
 Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! 
 Light and life to all He brings, 
 Risen with healing in His wings : 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 Mild He lays His glory by, 
 Born that man no more may die, 
 Born to raise the sons of earth, 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
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Christmas. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night 
 
 All seated on the ground, 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 
 And glory shone around. 
 
 " Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread 
 
 Had seized their troubled mind;) 
 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 
 " To you and all mankind. 
 
 " To you, in David's town, this day 
 
 " Is born of David's line 
 " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; 
 
 " And this shall be the sign. 
 
 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find 
 
 " To human view displayed, 
 "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
 
 " And in a manger laid." 
 
 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith 
 
 Appeared a shining throng 
 Of angels, praising God, and thus 
 
 Addressed their joyful song : 
 
 " All glory be to God on high, 
 
 " And to the earth be peace ; 
 " Good-will henceforth from heaven to men 
 
 "Begin, and never cease!" 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 EPIPHANY. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 SPLENDOR Paternse gloriae, 
 De luce lucem proferens, 
 Primordiis lucis novae 
 Diem dies illuminans : 
 
 Verusque Sol, illabere, 
 Micans nitore perpeti: 
 Jubarque sancti Spiritus 
 Infunde nostris sensibus. 
 
 Laetus dies hie transeat, 
 Pudor sit ut diluculum, 
 Fides velut meridies, 
 Crepusculum mens nesciat. 
 
 Qui Te revelas Gentibus, 
 Jesu, Tibi sit gloria, 
 Cum Patre cumque Spiritu 
 In sempiterna ssecula. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 XV. 
 
 JESU dulcis memoria, 
 Dans vera cordi gaudia, 
 Sed super mel et omnia 
 Ejus dulcis prsesentia. 
 
 Nil canitur suavius, 
 Nil auditur jucundius, 
 Nil cogitatur dulcius 
 Quam Jesus Dei Filius. 
 
 Jesu, spes poenitentibus, 
 Quam pius es petentibus, 
 Quam bonus Te quaerentibus ! 
 Sed quid invenientibus ? 
 
 Jesus, dulcedo cordium, 
 Fons veri, lumen mentium, 
 Excedens omne gaudium 
 Et omne desiderium. 
 
 Nee lingua valet dicere 
 Nee litera exprimere, 
 Expertus potest credere, 
 Quid sit Jesum diligere. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 Jesus, the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield and hiding-place, 
 My never-failing treasury, filled 
 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought; 
 
 But, when I see Thee as Thou art, 
 I'll praise Thee as I ought. 
 
 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of Thy name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death ! 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 O LOVE, who formedst me to wear 
 The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
 
 Who soughtest me with tender care 
 
 Through all my wanderings wild and drear : 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who ere life's earliest dawn 
 On me Thy choice hast gently laid ; 
 
 O Love, who here as Man wast born, 
 And wholly like to us wast made ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once in time wast slain, 
 
 Pierced through and through with bitter woe; 
 
 O Love, who wrestling thus didst gain 
 That we eternal joy might know ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who lovest me for aye, 
 Who for my soul dost ever plead ; 
 
 O Love, who didst my ransom pay, 
 Whose power sufficeth in my stead ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise 
 From out this dying life of ours ; 
 
 O Love, who once o'er yonder skies 
 Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers ; 
 
 O Love, I give myself to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, 
 
 Great David's greater Son ! 
 Hail, in the time appointed, 
 
 His reign on earth begun! 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To let the captive free, 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 He comes with succour speedy, 
 
 To those who suffer wrong; 
 To help the poor and needy, 
 
 And bid the weak be strong; 
 To give them songs for sighing, 
 
 Their darkness turn to light, 
 Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
 
 Were precious in His sight. 
 
 Arabia's desert-ranger 
 
 To Him shall bow the knee; 
 The Ethiopian stranger 
 
 His glory come to see; 
 With offerings of devotion 
 
 Ships from the isles shall meet, 
 To pour the wealth of ocean 
 
 In tribute at His feet. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 Kings shall fall down before Him, 
 
 And gold and incense bring; 
 All nations shall adore Him, 
 
 His praise all people sing; 
 For Him shall prayer unceasing, 
 
 And daily vows ascend, 
 His kingdom still increasing, 
 
 A kingdom without end. 
 
 'O' 
 
 O'er every foe victorious 
 
 He on His throne shall rest, 
 From age to age more glorious, 
 
 All blessing and all-blest; 
 The tide of time shall never 
 
 His covenant remove ; 
 His name shall stand for ever, 
 
 That name to us is Love. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 AS with gladness men of old 
 Did the guiding star behold; 
 As with joy they hailed its light, 
 Leading onward, beaming bright; 
 So, most gracious God, may we 
 Evermore be led to Thee. 
 
 As with joyful steps they sped 
 To that lowly manger-bed, 
 There to bend the knee before 
 Him whom heaven and earth adore; 
 So may we with willing feet 
 Ever seek Thy mercy-seat. 
 
 As they offered gifts most rare 
 At that manger rude and bare; 
 So may we with holy joy, 
 Pure and free from sin's alloy, 
 All our costliest treasures bring, 
 Christ! to Thee our heavenly King. 
 
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Epiphany. 
 
 Holy Jesus, every day 
 Keep us in the narrow way; 
 And, when earthly things are past, 
 Bring our ransomed souls at last 
 Where they need no star to guide, 
 Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 
 
 In the heavenly country bright 
 Need they no created light; 
 Thou its light, its joy, its crown, 
 Thou its sun which goes not down; 
 There for ever may we sing 
 Alleluias to our King. 
 
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Lent. 
 
 LENT. 
 
 XX. 
 
 THY mercies manifold 
 Remember, Lord, I pray : 
 In pity Thou art plentiful, 
 And so hast been alway. 
 
 Remember not the faults 
 And frailty of my youth; 
 Call not to mind how ignorant 
 I have been of Thy truth: 
 
 Nor after my deserts 
 Let me Thy mercy find; 
 But of Thine own benignity, 
 Lord, have me in Thy mind. 
 
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XXL 
 
 LORD, turn not Thy face from me, 
 Who lie in woeful state, 
 
 Lamenting all my sinful life 
 
 Before Thy mercy-gate; 
 A gate which opens wide to those 
 
 That do lament their sin; 
 Shut not that gate against me, Lord, 
 
 But let me enter in. 
 
 1 need not to confess my life 
 To Thee, who best canst tell 
 
 What I have been, and what I am ; 
 
 I know Thou know'st it well: 
 Wherefore, to beg and to entreat, 
 
 With tears I come to Thee, 
 As children that have done amiss 
 
 Fall at their father's knee. 
 
 O Lord, I need not to repeat 
 
 The comfort I would have; 
 Thou know'st, O Lord, before I ask, 
 
 The blessing I do crave : 
 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask, 
 
 This is the total sum; 
 For mercy, Lord, is all my suit; 
 
 Lord, let Thy mercy come ! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, 
 As Thou wert ever kind; 
 Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, 
 Thy wonted mercy find. 
 
 Wash off my foul offence, 
 And cleanse me from my sin; 
 For I confess my crime, and see 
 How great my guilt has been. 
 
 Make me to hear with joy 
 Thy kind forgiving voice; 
 That so the bones which Thou hast broke 
 May with fresh strength rejoice. 
 
 Blot out my crying sins, 
 Nor me in anger view; 
 Create in me a heart that's clean, 
 An upright mind renew. 
 
 Withdraw not thou Thy help, 
 Nor cast me from Thy sight; 
 Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take 
 Its everlasting flight. 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 FROM lowest depths of woe 
 To God I sent my cry; 
 Lord, hear my supplicating voice, 
 And graciously reply. 
 
 My soul with patience waits 
 For Thee, the living Lord; 
 My hopes are on Thy promise built, 
 Thy never-failing word. 
 
 My longing eyes look out 
 For Thy enlivening ray, 
 More duly than the morning watch 
 To spy the dawning day. 
 
 Let Israel trust in God; 
 No bounds His mercy knows, 
 The plenteous source and spring from whence 
 Eternal succour flows : 
 
 Whose friendly streams to us 
 Supplies in want convey; 
 A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, 
 And wash our guilt away. 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to His blood. 
 
 See from His head, His hands, His feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 
 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
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Lent 
 
 XXV. 
 
 JESU, lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high: 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past; 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 O receive my soul at last! 
 
 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me: 
 All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from Thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing. 
 
 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin; 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of Thee; 
 Spring Thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 ROCK of ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in Thee; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From Thy riven side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to Thy Cross I cling: 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 All for sin could not atone, 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When mine eye-strings break in death, 
 When I soar through tracts unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment throne, 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 COME, let us to the Lord our God 
 
 With contrite hearts return ; 
 Our God is gracious, nor will leave 
 
 The desolate to mourn. 
 
 His voice commands the tempest forth, 
 
 And stills the stormy wave; 
 And, though His arm be strong to smite. 
 
 'Tis also strong to save. 
 
 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned; 
 
 The dawn shall bring us light; 
 God shall appear, and we shall rise 
 
 With gladness in His sight. 
 
 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 
 Shall know Him, and rejoice; 
 
 His coming like the morn shall be, 
 Like morning songs His voice. 
 
 As dew upon the tender herb, 
 
 Diffusing fragrance round; 
 As showers that usher in the spring, 
 
 And cheer the thirsty ground; 
 
 So shall His presence bless our souls, 
 
 And shed a joyful light; 
 That hallowed morn shall chase away 
 
 The sorrows of the night. 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee 
 Low we bend the adoring knee; 
 When, repentant, to the skies 
 Scarce we lift our weeping eyes; 
 O by all the pains and woe 
 Suffered once for man below, 
 Bending from Thy throne on high, 
 Hear our solemn litany ! 
 
 By Thy helpless infant years, 
 By Thy life of want and tears, 
 By Thy days of sore distress 
 In the savage wilderness; 
 By the dread mysterious hour 
 Of the insulting tempter's power; 
 Turn, O turn a favouring eye, 
 Hear our solemn litany ! 
 
 By the sacred griefs that wept 
 O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; 
 By the boding tears that flowed 
 Over Salem's loved abode; 
 By the anguished sigh that told 
 Treachery lurked within Thy fold; 
 From Thy seat above the sky, 
 Hear our solemn litany! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 By Thine hour of- dire despair ; 
 By Thine agony of prayer; 
 By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
 Piercing spear, and torturing scorn 
 By the gloom that veiled the skies 
 O'er the dreadful sacrifice; 
 Listen to our humble cry, 
 Hear our solemn litany! 
 
 By Thy deep expiring groan; 
 By the sad sepulchral stone; 
 By the vault, whose dark abode 
 Held in vain the rising God; 
 O from earth to heaven restored, 
 Mighty re-ascended Lord, 
 Listen, listen to the cry 
 Of our solemn litany ! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 LORD of mercy and of might, 
 Of mankind the life and light, 
 Maker, Teacher infinite ! 
 
 Jesus, hear and save ! 
 
 Who, when sin's tremendous doom 
 Gave creation to the tomb, 
 Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb, 
 Jesus, hear and save ! 
 
 Mighty Monarch, Saviour mild, 
 Humbled to a mortal child, 
 Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, 
 
 Jesus, hear and save ! 
 
 Throned above celestial things, 
 Borne aloft on angels' wings, 
 Lord of lords, and King of kings, 
 Jesus, hear and save ! 
 
 Who shalt yet return from high, 
 Robed in might and majesty, 
 Hear us, help us when we cry ! 
 
 Jesus, hear and save ! 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 O HELP us, Lord ! each hour of need, 
 
 Thy heavenly succour give ; 
 Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
 
 Each hour on earth we live. 
 
 O help us when our spirits bleed 
 
 With contrite anguish sore ; 
 And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
 
 O help us, Lord, the more! 
 
 O help us, through the prayer of faith, 
 
 More firmly to believe ; 
 For still, the more the servant hath, 
 
 The more shall he receive. 
 
 O help us, Jesus, from on high ! 
 
 We know no help but Thee : 
 O help us so to live and die, 
 
 As Thine in heaven to be ! 
 
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Lent 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 RIDE on! ride on in majesty! 
 Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; 
 Thine humble beast pursues his road 
 With palms and scattered garments strewed. 
 
 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
 In lowly pomp ride on to die: 
 O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin 
 O'er captive death and conquered sin. 
 
 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 
 The winged squadrons of the sky 
 Look down with sad and wondering eyes 
 To see the approaching sacrifice. 
 
 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
 Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh: 
 The Father on His sapphire throne 
 Expects His own anointed Son. 
 
 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 
 
 In lowly pomp ride on to die; 
 
 Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain; 
 
 Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. 
 
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Le?it. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 LORD, in this Thy mercy's day, 
 
 Ere it pass for aye away, 
 
 On our knees we fall and pray. 
 
 Holy Jesu, grant us tears, 
 
 Fill us with heart-searching fears 
 
 Ere that awful doom appears. 
 
 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, 
 Kneeling lowly at the door 
 Ere it close for evermore. 
 
 By Thy night of agony, 
 By Thy supplicating cry, 
 By Thy willingness to die, 
 
 By Thy tears of bitter woe 
 
 For Jerusalem below, 
 
 Let us not Thy love forego. 
 
 Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place, 
 Lest we lose this day of grace 
 Ere we shall behold Thy face. 
 
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Lent. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, 
 And in the depth be praise; 
 
 In all His words most wonderful, 
 Most sure in all His ways. 
 
 O loving wisdom of our God ! 
 When all was sin and shame, 
 second Adam to the fight 
 And to the rescue came. 
 
 O wisest love! that flesh and blood, 
 
 Which did in Adam fail, 
 Should strive afresh against the foe, 
 
 Should strive and should prevail; 
 
 And that a higher gift than grace 
 Should flesh and blood refine ; 
 
 God's presence and His very Self, 
 And essence all-divine. 
 
 O generous love ! that He who smote 
 
 In man for man the foe, 
 The double agony in man 
 
 For man should undergo; 
 
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Lent. 
 
 And in the garden secretly, 
 And on the cross on high, 
 
 Should teach His brethren, and inspire 
 To suffer and to die. 
 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height, 
 And in the depth be praise : 
 
 In all His words most wonderful, 
 Most sure in all His ways. 
 
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EASTER. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 AT the Lamb's high feast we sing 
 Praise to our victorious King, 
 Who hath washed us in the tide 
 Flowing from His pierced side; 
 Praise we Him, whose love divine 
 Gives His sacred Blood for wine, 
 Gives His Body for the feast, 
 Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest. 
 
 Where the Paschal blood is poured, 
 Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; 
 Israel's hosts triumphant go 
 Through the wave that drowns the foe. 
 Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed, 
 Paschal victim, Paschal bread ; 
 With sincerity and love 
 Eat we manna from above. 
 
 Mighty Victim from the sky, 
 
 Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie ; 
 
 Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
 
 Thou hast brought us life and light ; 
 
 Now no more can death appal, 
 
 Now no more the grave enthral ; 
 
 Thou hast opened paradise, 
 
 And Thy saints in Thee shall rise. 
 
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Easter. 
 
 Paschal triumph, Paschal joy, 
 Only sin can this destroy; 
 From the death of sin set free 
 Souls new-born, dear Lord, in Thee. 
 Hymns of glory, songs of praise, 
 Father, unto Thee we raise ; 
 Risen Lord, all praise to Thee, 
 With the Spirit, ever be. 
 
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Easter 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 JESUS Christ is risen to-day, Alleluia! 
 
 Our triumphant holy day ; Alleluia ! 
 
 Who did once upon the cross Alleluia ! 
 
 Suffer to redeem our loss; Alleluia! 
 
 Hymns of praise then let us sing Alleluia ! 
 
 Unto Christ our heavenly King, Alleluia! 
 
 Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia! 
 
 Sinners to redeem and save; Alleluia! 
 
 But the pain which He endured, Alleluia! 
 
 Our salvation has procured ; Alleluia ! 
 
 Now above the sky He's King, Alleluia ! 
 
 Where the angels ever sing Alleluia! 
 
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Easter. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 ALLELUIA ! 
 
 Finita jam sunt proelia: 
 Est parta jam victoria. 
 Gaudeamus et canamus Alleluia! 
 
 Post fata mortis barbara, 
 Devicit Jesus Tartara; 
 Applaudamus et psallamus Alleluia! 
 
 Surrexit die tertia 
 Ccelesti clarus gratia : 
 Insonemus et cantemus Alleluia! 
 
 Sunt clausa Stygis ostia, 
 Et cceli patent atria: 
 Gaudeamus et canamus Alleluia ! 
 
 O coronate gloria, 
 
 Tua nos morte libera, 
 
 Ut vivamus et canamus Alleluia! 
 
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Easter. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 JESUS lives ! no longer now 
 
 Can thy terrors, Death, appal us ; 
 
 Jesus lives ! by this we know 
 
 Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us. 
 Alleluia ! 
 
 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death 
 But the gate of life immortal ; 
 
 This shall calm our trembling breath, 
 When we pass its gloomy portal. 
 Alleluia ! 
 
 Jesus lives ! for us He died : 
 Then, alone to Jesus living, 
 
 Pure in heart may we abide, 
 Glory to our Saviour giving. 
 
 Alleluia ! 
 
 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well 
 
 Naught from us His love shall sever; 
 
 Life, nor death, nor powers of hell 
 Tear us from His keeping ever. 
 Alleluia ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
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Easter. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, 
 Sons of men and angels say; 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
 Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 
 
 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; 
 Christ hath burst the gates of hell; 
 Death in vain forbids His rise; 
 Christ hath opened Paradise. 
 
 Lives again our glorious King; 
 Where, O Death, is now thy sting? 
 Once He died, our souls to save; 
 Where thy victory, O Grave? 
 
 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
 Following our exalted Head; 
 Made like Him, like Him we rise; 
 Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 
 
 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! 
 Praise to Thee by both be given! 
 Thee we greet triumphant now; 
 Hail, the Resurrection Thou ! 
 
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Easter. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 JERUSALEM the golden! 
 
 With milk and honey blest; 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice opprest. 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear Country, 
 Mine eyes their vigils keep; 
 
 For very love, beholding 
 
 Thy happy name, they weep. 
 
 O one, O only mansion! 
 
 O Paradise of joy ! 
 Where tears are ever banished, 
 
 And smiles have no alloy; 
 
 The Lamb is all thy splendour, 
 The Crucified thy praise ; 
 
 His laud and benediction 
 Thy ransomed people raise. 
 
 They stand, those halls of Sion, 
 All jubilant with song, 
 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 And all the martyr throng : 
 
 And they who with their Leader 
 Have conquered in the fight, 
 
 For ever and for ever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 
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A: 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 XL. 
 
 O CHRIST, who hast prepared a place 
 For us around Thy throne of grace, 
 We pray Thee, lift our hearts above, 
 And draw them with the cords of love. 
 
 Source of all good, Thou, gracious Lord, 
 Art our exceeding great reward; 
 How transient is our present pain ! 
 How boundless our eternal gain! 
 
 With open face and joyful heart, 
 We then shall see Thee as Thou art; 
 Our love shall never cease to glow, 
 Our praise shall never cease to flow. 
 
 Thy never-failing grace to prove, 
 A surety of Thine endless love, 
 Send down Thy Holy Ghost, to be 
 The raiser of our souls to Thee. 
 
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Ascension. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 HAIL the day that sees Him rise, Alleluia! 
 
 Ravished from our wishful eyes, Alleluia! 
 
 Christ, awhile to mortals given, Alleluia! 
 
 Reascends His native heaven; Alleluia! 
 
 There the pompous triumph waits; Alleluia! 
 
 Lift your heads, eternal gates! Alleluia! 
 
 Conqueror over death and sin, Alleluia ! 
 
 Take the King of glory in, Alleluia! 
 
 See, He lifts His hands above ; - Alleluia ! 
 
 See, He shows the prints of love; Alleluia! 
 
 Hark, His gracious lips bestow, Alleluia! 
 
 Blessings on His Church below; Alleluia! 
 
 Him though highest heaven receives, Alleluia! 
 
 Yet He loves the earth He leaves ; Alleluia ! 
 
 Though returning to His throne, Alleluia ! 
 
 Still He calls mankind His own; Alleluia! 
 
 Still for us His death He pleads, Alleluia! 
 
 Prevalent He intercedes, Alleluia! 
 
 Near Himself prepares our place, Alleluia! 
 
 Harbinger of human race; Alleluia! 
 
 Lord, though parted from our sight, Alleluia! 
 
 High above yon azure height, Alleluia! 
 
 Grant our hearts may thither rise, Alleluia ! 
 
 Following Thee beyond the skies; Alleluia! 
 
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Ascension. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 THOU art gone up on high, 
 
 To realms beyond the skies; 
 And round Thy throne unceasingly 
 
 The songs of praise arise; 
 But we are lingering here, 
 
 With sin and care oppressed; 
 Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, 
 
 And lead us to our rest. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high ; 
 
 But Thou didst first come down, 
 Through earth's most bitter agony 
 
 To pass unto Thy crown ; 
 And girt with griefs and fears 
 
 Our onward course must be ; 
 But only let this path of tears 
 
 Lead us at last to Thee. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high; 
 
 But Thou shalt come again, 
 With all the bright ones of the sky 
 
 Attendant in Thy train : 
 Lord, by Thy saving power, 
 
 So make us live and die, 
 That we may stand in that dread hour 
 
 At Thy right hand on high. 
 
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Ascension. 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 HE is gone — beyond the skies, 
 A cloud receives Him from our eyes ; 
 Gone beyond the highest height 
 Of mortal gaze or angels' flight ; 
 Through the veils of time and space, 
 Passed into the Holiest Place ; 
 All the toil, the sorrow done, 
 All the battle fought and won. 
 
 He is gone — we heard Him say, 
 " Good that I should go away : " 
 Gone is that dear form and face, 
 But not gone His present grace ; 
 Though Himself no more we see, 
 Comfortless we cannot be, 
 For His Spirit still is ours, 
 Quickening, freshening all our powers. 
 
 He is gone — but we once more 
 Shall behold Him as before ; 
 In the heaven of heavens the same, 
 As on earth He went and came. 
 In the many mansions there, 
 Place for us will He prepare: 
 In that world, unseen, unknown, 
 He and we may yet be one. 
 
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Ascension. 
 
 He is gone — but, not in vain, 
 Wait, until He comes again ; 
 He is risen, He is not here, 
 Far above this earthly sphere ; 
 Evermore in heart and mind, 
 Where our peace in Him we find, 
 To our own eternal Friend, 
 Thitherward let us ascend. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 VENI, Creator Spiritus, 
 Mentes tuorum visita, 
 Imple superna gratia 
 Quae tu creasti pectora. 
 
 Qui Paraclitus diceris, 
 Altissimi donum Dei, 
 Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, 
 Et spiritalis unctio. 
 
 Tu septiformis munere, 
 Dextrae Dei tu digitus, 
 Tu rite promissum Patris, 
 Sermone ditans guttura. 
 
 Accende lumen sensibus, 
 Infunde amorem cordibus, 
 Infirma nostri corporis 
 Virtute firmans perpeti. 
 
 Hostem repellas longius, 
 Pacemque dones protinus, 
 Ductore sic Te praevio 
 Vitemus omne noxium. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 Da gaudiorum praemia, 
 Da gratiarum munera, 
 Dissolve litis vincula, 
 Adstringe pacis foedera. 
 
 Per te sciamus, da, Patrem, 
 Noscamus atque Filium, 
 Te utriusque Spiritum 
 Credamus omni tempore. 
 
 Sit laus Patri cum Filio, 
 Sancto simul Paraclito, 
 Nobisque mittat Filius 
 Charisma Sancti Spiritus. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 VENI, Sancte Spiritus, 
 Et emitte coelitus 
 Lucis Tuse radium. 
 
 Veni, pater pauperum, 
 Veni, dator munerum, 
 Veni, lumen cordium : 
 
 Consolator optime, 
 Dulcis hospes animae, 
 Dulce refrigerium : 
 
 In labore requies, 
 In aestu temperies, 
 In fletu solatium. 
 
 O Lux beatissima, 
 Reple cordis intima 
 Tuorum fidelium. 
 
 Sine Tuo numine 
 Nihil est in homine, 
 Nihil est innoxium. 
 
 Lava quod est sordidum, 
 Riga quod est aridum, 
 Sana quod est saucium : 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 Flecte quod est rigidum, 
 Fove quod est frigidum, 
 Rege quod est devium. 
 
 Da Tuis fidelibus 
 In Te confidentibus 
 Sacrum septenarium ; 
 
 Da virtutis meritum, 
 Da salutis exitum, 
 Da perenne gaudium. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
 And lighten with celestial fire; 
 Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
 Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart: 
 
 Thy blessed unction from above 
 Is comfort, life, and fire of love; 
 Enable with perpetual light 
 The dulness of our blinded sight: 
 
 Anoint and cheer our soiled face 
 With the abundance of Thy grace; 
 Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; 
 Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. 
 
 Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
 And Thee, of Both, to be but One; 
 That, through the ages all along, 
 This may be our endless song, 
 Praise to Thy eternal merit, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 XLVIL 
 
 SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love, 
 O shed Thine influence from above; 
 And still from age to age convey 
 The wonders of this sacred day. 
 
 In every clime, by every tongue, 
 Be God's surpassing glory sung; 
 Let all the listening earth be taught 
 The wonders by our Saviour wrought. 
 
 Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide, 
 Still o'er Thy holy Church preside; 
 Still let mankind Thy blessings prove, 
 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 XL VIII. 
 
 WHEN God of old came down from heaven, 
 
 In power and wrath He came; 
 Before His feet the clouds were riven, 
 
 Half darkness and half flame : 
 
 But when He came the second time, 
 
 He came in power and love; 
 Softer than gale at morning prime 
 
 Hovered His holy Dove. 
 
 The fires, that rushed on Sinai down 
 
 In sudden torrents dread, 
 Now gently light, a glorious crown, 
 
 On every sainted head. 
 
 And as on Israel's awe-struck ear 
 
 The voice exceeding loud, 
 The trump, that angels quake to hear, 
 
 Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud; 
 
 So, when the Spirit of our God 
 
 Came down His flock to find, 
 A voice from heaven was heard abroad, 
 
 A rushing, mighty wind. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 It fills the Church of God; it fills 
 
 The sinful world around; 
 Only in stubborn hearts and wills 
 
 No place for it is found. 
 
 Come, Lord, come, Wisdom, Love, and Power, 
 
 Open our ears to hear; 
 Let us not miss the accepted hour; 
 
 Save, Lord, by love or fear. 
 
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Whitsuntide. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
 
 His tender last farewell, 
 A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
 
 With us to dwell. 
 
 He came sweet influence to impart, 
 
 A gracious willing guest, 
 While He can find one humble heart 
 
 Wherein to rest. 
 
 And His that gentle voice we hear, 
 
 Soft as the breath of even, 
 That checks each thought, that calms each fear, 
 
 And speaks of heaven. 
 
 And every virtue we possess, 
 
 And every conquest won, 
 And every thought of holiness, 
 
 Are His alone. 
 
 Spirit of purity and grace, 
 
 Our weakness, pitying, see : 
 O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
 
 And worthier Thee. 
 
 O praise the Father ; praise the Son ; 
 
 Blest Spirit, praise to Thee; 
 All praise to God, the Three in One, 
 
 The One in Three. 
 
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Trinity Sunday. 
 
 TRINITY SUNDAY. 
 
 L. 
 
 GOD, the Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 
 Thine united glories merit 
 
 Thanks and praise continually: 
 
 Praise to Thee and adoration 
 
 On Thy festival be done, 
 For the blessed Incarnation 
 
 Of the Co-eternal Son ; 
 
 More than all, be praise unending 
 Paid throughout Thy Church to Thee 
 
 For the majesty transcending 
 Of Thy Triune Deity : 
 
 Sun of splendour never waning, 
 Fount of sweetness never dry, 
 
 Staff of comfort all- sustaining, 
 Ever-blessed Trinity! 
 
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Trinity Sunday 
 
 LI. 
 
 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! 
 
 Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; 
 Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
 
 God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 
 
 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, 
 
 Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy 
 sea; 
 
 Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, 
 Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, 
 
 Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee, 
 Perfect in power, in love and purity. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! 
 
 All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and 
 sky and sea; 
 Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
 
 God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! 
 
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Trinity Sunday. 
 
 LII. 
 
 O GOD of life, whose power benign 
 Doth o'er the world in mercy shine, 
 Accept our praise, for we are Thine. 
 
 O Father, uncreated Lord, 
 
 Be Thou in every land adored, 
 
 Be Thou with faith by all implored. 
 
 O Son of God, for sinners slain, 
 
 We bless Thee, Lord, whose dying pain 
 
 For us did endless life regain. 
 
 O Holy Ghost, whose guardian care 
 Doth us for heavenly joys prepare, 
 May we in Thy communion share. 
 
 O Holy Blessed Trinity, 
 
 With faith we sinners bow to Thee; 
 
 In us, O God, exalted be! 
 
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Saints' Days. 
 
 SAINTS' DAYS. 
 
 LIII. 
 
 WHO are these like stars appearing, 
 
 These, before God's throne who stand ? 
 Each a golden crown is wearing, 
 . Who are all this glorious band? 
 Alleluia ! hark, they sing, 
 Praising loud their heavenly King. 
 
 Who are these in dazzling brightness, 
 
 Clothed in God's own righteousness ? 
 These, whose robes of purest whiteness 
 Shall their lustre still possess, 
 
 Still untouched by time's rude hand, — 
 Whence comes all this glorious band ? 
 
 These are they who have contended 
 
 For their Saviour's honour long, 
 Wrestling on till life was ended, 
 Following not the sinful throng ; 
 These, who well the fight sustained, 
 Triumph by the Lamb have gained. 
 
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Saints Days. 
 
 These are they whose hearts were riven. 
 
 Sore with woe and anguish tried, 
 Who in prayer full oft have striven 
 With the God they glorified; 
 Now, their painful conflict o'er, 
 God has bid them weep no more. 
 
 These, the Almighty contemplating, 
 Did as priests before Him stand, 
 Soul and body always waiting 
 Day and night at His command : 
 Now in God's most holy place 
 Blest they stand before His face. 
 
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Saints' Days. 
 
 LIV. 
 
 HOW bright these glorious spirits shine ! 
 
 Whence all their white array? 
 How came they to the blissful seats 
 
 Of everlasting day? 
 
 Lo I these are they from sufferings great 
 
 Who came to realms of light, 
 And in the blood of Christ have washed 
 
 Those robes which shine so bright. 
 
 Now with triumphal palms they stand 
 
 Before the throne on high, 
 And serve the God they love, amidst 
 
 The glories of the sky. 
 
 His presence fills each heart with joy, 
 
 Tunes every mouth to sing; 
 By day, by night, the sacred courts 
 
 With glad Hosannas ring. 
 
 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, 
 
 Nor suns with scorching ray; 
 God is their sun, whose cheering beams 
 
 Diffuse eternal day. 
 
 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne, 
 
 Shall o'er them still preside, 
 Feed them with nourishment divine, 
 
 And all their footsteps guide. 
 
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Sam/s' Days. 
 
 To pastures green He'll lead His flock, 
 Where living streams appear; 
 
 And God the Lord from every eye 
 Shall wipe off every tear. 
 
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LV. 
 
 THE Son of God goes forth to war, 
 
 A kingly crown to gain ; 
 His blood-red banner streams afar : 
 
 Who follows in His train ? 
 
 Who best can drink His cup of woe, 
 
 Triumphant over pain, 
 Who patient bears His cross below, 
 
 He follows in His train. 
 
 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
 Could pierce beyond the grave ; 
 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 And called on Him to save. 
 
 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He prayed for them that did the wrong: 
 
 Who follows in his train ? 
 
 A glorious band, the chosen few, 
 
 On whom the Spirit came; 
 Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, 
 
 And mocked the cross and flame. 
 
 They met the tyrant's brandished steel, 
 
 The lion's gory mane; 
 They bowed their necks the death to feel; 
 
 Who follows in their train ? 
 
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Saifi/s' Days. 
 
 A noble army, men and boys, 
 
 The matron and the maid, 
 Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, 
 
 In robes of light arrayed. 
 
 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven. 
 
 Through peril, toil, and pain: 
 O God, to us may grace be given 
 
 To follow in their train ! 
 
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Saints' Days. 
 
 LVI. 
 
 COME, let us join our friends above, 
 
 That have obtained the prize, 
 And on the eagle-wings of love 
 
 To joy celestial rise: 
 Let all the saints terrestrial sing 
 
 With those to glory gone; 
 For all the servants of our King, 
 
 In earth and heaven, are one. 
 
 One family, we dwell in Him, 
 
 One Church, above, beneath ; 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 
 The narrow stream of death : 
 One army of the living God, 
 
 To His command we bow; 
 Part of His host have crossed the flood, 
 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 Our spirits too shall quickly join, 
 
 Like theirs with glory crowned, 
 And shout to see our Captain's sign, 
 
 To hear His trumpet sound. 
 O that we now might grasp our Guide ! 
 
 O that the word were given! 
 Come, Lord of hosts ! the waves divide, 
 
 And land us all in heaven ! 
 
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 Holy Communion. 
 
 HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 LVII. 
 
 LAUDA, Sion, Salvatorem, 
 Lauda Ducem et Pastorem 
 
 In hymnis et canticis ; 
 Quantum potes, tantum aude, 
 Quia major omni laude, 
 
 Nee laudare sufficis. 
 
 Laudis thema specialis, 
 Panis vivus et vitalis 
 
 Hodie proponitur, 
 Quem in sacra? mensa ccenae 
 Turbae fratrum duodense 
 
 Datum non ambigitur. 
 
 Bone Pastor, Panis vere, 
 Jesu, nostri miserere; 
 Tu nos pasce, nos tuere, 
 Tu nos bona fac videre 
 
 In terra viventium : 
 Tu, qui cuncta scis et vales, 
 Qui nos pascis hie mortales, 
 Tuos ibi commensales, 
 Cohaeredes et sodales 
 
 Fac sanctorum civium. 
 
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Holy Communion. 
 
 LVIII. 
 
 MY God, and is Thy table spread? 
 
 And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? 
 Thither be all Thy children led, 
 
 And let them all its sweetness know. 
 
 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, 
 Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood ! 
 
 Thrice happy he, who here partakes 
 
 That sacred stream, that heavenly food ! 
 
 Why are its dainties all in vain 
 Before unwilling hearts displayed? 
 
 Was not for you the Victim slain? 
 Are you forbid the children's bread? 
 
 O let Thy table honoured be, 
 
 And furnished well with joyful guests ; 
 And may each soul salvation see, 
 
 That here its sacred pledges tastes. 
 
 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared 
 With hearts inflamed let all attend; 
 
 Nor, when we leave our Father's board, 
 The pleasure or the profit end. 
 
 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord! 
 
 And bid our drooping graces live; 
 And more, that energy afford, 
 
 A Saviour's love alone can give. 
 
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Holy Communion. 
 
 LIX. 
 
 BREAD of heaven, on Thee we feed, 
 For Thy Flesh is meat indeed; 
 Ever may our souls be fed 
 With this true and living bread; 
 Day by day with strength supplied 
 Through the life of Him who died. 
 
 Vine of heaven, Thy Blood supplies 
 
 This blest cup of sacrifice; 
 
 Lord, Thy wounds our healing give, 
 
 To Thy cross we look and live : 
 
 Jesus, may we ever be 
 
 Grafted, rooted, built in Thee. 
 
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Holy Communion. 
 
 LX. 
 
 O GOD, unseen, yet ever near, 
 
 Thy presence may we feel; 
 And thus, inspired with holy fear, 
 
 Before Thine altar kneel. 
 
 Here may Thy faithful people know 
 
 The blessings of Thy love; 
 The streams that through the desert flow, 
 
 The manna from above. 
 
 We come, obedient to Thy word, 
 
 To feast on heavenly food; 
 Our meat, the Body of the Lord ; 
 
 Our drink, His precious Blood. 
 
 Thus would we all Thy words obey, 
 
 For we, O God, are Thine; 
 And go rejoicing on our way, 
 
 Renewed with strength divine. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 FOR GENERAL USE. 
 
 LXL 
 
 ALES diei nuntius 
 
 Lucem propinquam praecinit; 
 
 Nos excitator mentium 
 
 Jam Christus ad vitam vocat. 
 
 "Auferte," clamat, "lectulos 
 JEgros, soporos, desides; 
 Castique, recti, sobrii 
 Vigilate; jam sum proximus." 
 
 Jesum ciamus vocibus 
 Flentes, precantes, sobrii: 
 Intenta supplicatio 
 Dormire cor mundum vetat. 
 
 Tu, Christe, somnum disjice, 
 Tu rumpe noctis vincula: 
 Tu solve peccatum vetus, 
 Novumque lumen ingere. 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Ejusque soli Filio, 
 Sancto simul cum Spiritu 
 Nunc et per omne saeculum. 
 
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 LXIL 
 
 NOX et tenebrae et nubila 
 Confusa mundi et turbida, — 
 Lux intrat, albescit polus, 
 Christus venit, — discedite. 
 
 Caligo terrae scinditur, 
 Percussa solis spiculo, 
 Rebusque jam color redit 
 Vultu nitentis sideris. 
 
 Te, Christe, solum novimus, 
 Te mente pura et simplici 
 Flendo et canendo qusesumus 
 Intende nostris sensibus. 
 
 Sunt multa fucis illita 
 Quae luce purgentur tua; 
 Tu, Rex, Eoi sideris 
 Vultu sereno illumina. 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Ej usque soli Filio, 
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito, 
 Nunc et per omne saeculum. 
 
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 LXIII. 
 
 JAM lucis orto sidere 
 Deum precemur supplices, 
 Ut in diurnis actibus 
 Nos servet a nocentibus. 
 
 Linguam refraenans temperet, 
 Ne litis horror insonet; 
 Visum fovendo contegat, 
 Ne vanitates hauriat. 
 
 Sint pura cordis intima, 
 Absistat et vecordia; 
 Carnis terat superbiam 
 Potus cibique parcitas: 
 
 Ut cum dies abscesserit, 
 Noctemque sors reduxerit, 
 Mundi per abstinentiam 
 Ipsi canamus gloriam. 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Ejusque soli Filio, 
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito, 
 Nunc et per omne sseculum. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 Thy precious time mis-spent redeem; 
 Each present day thy last esteem; 
 Improve thy talent with due care; 
 For the great day thyself prepare, 
 
 In conversation be sincere; 
 Keep conscience as the noontide clear; 
 Think how all-seeing God thy ways 
 And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 
 
 By influence of the light divine 
 Let thy own light to others shine; 
 Reflect all heaven's propitious rays, 
 In ardent love and cheerful praise. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXV. 
 
 WAKE and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 Who, all night long, unwearied sing 
 High praise to the eternal King. 
 
 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, 
 And hast refreshed me while I slept; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless light partake. 
 
 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; 
 Disperse my sins as morning dew; 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with Thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
 
 All I design, or do, or say; 
 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 
 In Thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXVI. 
 
 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, 
 Christ, the true, the only Light, 
 
 Sun of righteousness, arise, 
 Triumph o'er the shades of night; 
 
 Day-spring from on high, be near; 
 
 Day-star, in my heart appear. 
 
 Dark and cheerless is the morn 
 Unaccompanied by Thee ; 
 
 Joyless is the day's return, 
 
 Till Thy mercy's beams I see; 
 
 Till they inward light impart, 
 
 Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 
 
 Visit then this soul of mine, 
 
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
 
 Fill me, Radiancy divine, 
 Scatter all my unbelief; 
 
 More and more Thyself display, 
 
 Shining to the perfect day. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXVII. 
 
 BEHOLD, the morning sun 
 Begins his glorious way; 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 But where the Gospel comes, 
 It spreads diviner light, 
 It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
 And gives the blind their sight. 
 
 How perfect is Thy word, 
 And all Thy judgments just! 
 For ever sure Thy promise, Lord; 
 And men securely trust. 
 
 While with my heart and tongue 
 I spread Thy praise abroad, 
 Accept the worship and the song, 
 My Saviour and my God ! 
 
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 LXVIII. 
 
 O TIMELY happy, timely wise, 
 Hearts that with rising morn arise ! 
 Eyes that the beam celestial view, 
 Which evermore makes all things new ! 
 
 New every morning is the love 
 Our wakening and uprising prove, 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 New mercies, each returning day, 
 
 Hover around us while we pray; 
 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 
 
 If, on our daily course, our mind 
 Be set to hallow all we find, 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 Seek we no more : content with these, 
 Let present rapture, comfort, ease, 
 As Heaven shall bid them, come and go; 
 The secret this of rest below. 
 
 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love 
 Fit us for perfect rest above; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray! 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXIX. 
 
 COME, Holy Ghost, who ever one 
 Art with the Father and the Son, 
 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess 
 With Thy full flood of holiness. 
 
 Let flesh, and heart, and lips, and mind, 
 Sound forth our witness to mankind; 
 And love light up our mortal frame, 
 Till others catch the living flame. 
 
 Now to the Father, to the Son, 
 And to the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be praise and thanks and glory given 
 By men on earth, by saints in heaven. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXX. 
 
 O GOD, the Lord of place and time, 
 Who orderest all things prudently, 
 
 Brightening with beams the opening prime, 
 And burning in the midday sky : 
 
 Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife, 
 The wasting fever of the heart; 
 
 From perils guard our feeble life, 
 And to our souls Thy peace impart. 
 
 Grant this, O Father, Only Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, God of grace, 
 
 To whom all glory, Three in One, 
 Be given in every time and place. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXL 
 
 AS now the sun's declining rays 
 
 Towards the eve descend, 
 E'en so our years are sinking down 
 
 To their appointed end. 
 
 Lord, on the Cross Thine arms were stretched. 
 
 To draw us to the sky: 
 O grant us then that Cross to love, 
 
 And in those arms to die. 
 
 All glory to the Father be, 
 
 All glory to the Son, 
 All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 
 
 While endless ages run. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXII. 
 
 LIGHT of gladness, Beam divine 
 From the glory's inmost shrine, 
 Where in His immortal rest 
 Reigns Thy Father ever-blest; 
 
 Jesus Christ, our hymn receive ; 
 Sunset brings the lights of eve, 
 Bids us praise the Father, Son, 
 And the Spirit, Three in One. 
 
 Night and day for Thee is meet 
 Holy voices' anthem sweet, 
 Ringing through the world abroad, 
 1 Hail, life-giving Son of God ! ' 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXIII. 
 
 ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light; 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath Thine own Almighty wings ! 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
 The ill that I this day have done; 
 That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed; 
 To die, that this vile body may 
 Rise glorious at the awful day. 
 
 O may my soul on Thee repose, 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; 
 Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 When in the night I sleepless lie, 
 My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
 No powers of darkness me molest. 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXIV. 
 
 GOD, who madest earth and heaven, 
 
 Darkness and light; 
 Who the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night; 
 May Thine angel-guards defend us, 
 Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
 
 This livelong night. 
 
 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 
 
 And, when we die, 
 May we in Thy mighty keeping 
 
 All peaceful lie : 
 When the last dread call shall wake us, 
 Do not Thou, our God, forsake us, 
 But to reign in glory take us 
 
 With Thee on high. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXV. 
 
 SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if Thou be near : 
 O may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 
 
 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
 For ever on my Saviour's breast. 
 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without Thee I cannot live; 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without Thee I dare not die. 
 
 If some poor wandering child of Thine 
 Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; 
 Let him no more lie down in sin. 
 
 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 
 With blessings from Thy boundless store 
 Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
 Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 
 
 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere through the w T orld our way we take; 
 Till in the ocean of Thy love 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXVI. 
 
 ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; 
 The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide; 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 
 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; 
 Change and decay in all around I see; 
 
 Thou who changest not, abide with me. 
 
 Thou on my head in early youth didst smile; 
 And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, 
 Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : 
 On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
 1 need Thy presence every passing hour; 
 
 What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? 
 Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. 
 
 I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; 
 Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? 
 I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 
 
 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee : 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
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 LXXVII. 
 
 ART thou weary, art thou languid, 
 
 Art thou sore distrest? 
 " Come to Me, saith One, and coming 
 
 Be at rest ! " 
 
 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, 
 
 If He be my guide ? 
 " In His feet and hands are wound-prints 
 
 And His side. 
 Is there diadem, as Monarch, 
 
 That His brow adorns? 
 " Yea, a crown, in very surety, 
 
 But of thorns. 
 If I find Him, if I follow, 
 What His guerdon here ? 
 " Many a sorrow, many a labour, 
 
 Many a tear." 
 If I still hold closely to Him, 
 
 What hath He at last? 
 " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, 
 
 Jordan past." 
 If I ask Him to receive me, 
 
 Will He say me nay? 
 " Not till earth, and not till heaven 
 
 Pass away." 
 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 
 
 Is He sure to bless? 
 " Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins 
 
 Answer, Yes !' 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXVIII. 
 
 SWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go ; 
 
 Thy word into our minds instil; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
 
 With lowly love and fervent will : 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
 The day is gone, its hours have run, 
 And Thou hast taken count of all, 
 
 The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
 The broken vow, the frequent fall : 
 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 
 
 True absolution and release; 
 And bless us, more than in past days, 
 
 With purity and inward peace : 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
 Do more than pardon; give us joy, 
 
 Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 
 And simple hearts without alloy 
 
 That only long to be like Thee : 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled ; 
 
 And care is light, for Thou hast cared ; 
 Let not our works by strife be soiled, 
 
 Nor in unsimple ways ensnared : 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
 
 The sinful, unto Thee we call; 
 O let Thy mercy make us glad ! 
 
 Thou art our Jesus, and our All : • 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our light. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXIX. 
 
 BRIEF life is here our portion; 
 
 Brief sorrow, short-lived care; 
 The life that knows no ending, 
 
 The tearless life, is there. 
 
 O happy retribution ! 
 
 Short toil, eternal rest; 
 For mortals and for sinners 
 
 A mansion with the blest. 
 
 And now we fight the battle, 
 But then shall wear the crown 
 
 Of full and everlasting 
 And passionless renown; 
 
 And now we watch and struggle, 
 And now we live in hope, 
 
 And Sion in her anguish 
 With Babylon must cope; 
 
 But He whom now we trust in 
 Shall then be seen and known; 
 
 And they that know and see Him 
 Shall have Him for their own. 
 
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 The morning shall awaken, 
 The shadows shall decay, 
 
 And each true-hearted servant 
 Shall shine as doth the day; 
 
 Yes ! God, my King and portion, 
 In fulness of His grace, 
 
 Shall we behold for ever, 
 And worship face to face. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXX. 
 
 THE Lord descended from above, 
 And bowed the heavens most high ; 
 
 And underneath His feet He cast 
 The darkness of the sky; 
 
 On cherubs and on cherubims 
 
 Full royally He rode, 
 And on the wings of mighty winds 
 
 Came flying all abroad. 
 
 Unspotted are the ways of God, 
 
 His word is purely tried; 
 He is a sure defence to such 
 
 As in His faith abide. 
 
 For who is God, except the Lord ? 
 
 For other there is none: 
 Or else who is omnipotent, 
 
 Saving our God alone? 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXXL 
 
 ALL people that on earth do dwell, 
 Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
 
 Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, 
 Come ye before Him and rejoice. 
 
 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; 
 
 Without our aid He did us make : 
 We are His flock, He doth us feed, 
 
 And for His sheep He doth us take. 
 
 O enter then His gates with praise, 
 Approach with joy His courts unto ; 
 
 Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, 
 For it is seemly so to do. 
 
 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 
 
 His mercy is for ever sure ; 
 His truth at all times firmly stood, 
 
 And shall from age to age endure. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXXII. 
 
 COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
 And ways into His hands, 
 To His sure truth and tender care, 
 Who earth and heaven commands. 
 
 Who points the clouds their course, 
 Whom winds and seas obey, 
 He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall prepare thy way. 
 
 Thou on the Lord rely; 
 So safe shalt thou go on ; 
 Fix on His work thy stedfast eye, 
 So shall thy work be done. 
 
 Thou seest our weakness, Lord! 
 Our hearts are known to Thee : 
 O lift Thou up the sinking hand, 
 Confirm the feeble knee ! 
 
 Let us, in life, in death, 
 Thy stedfast truth declare, 
 And publish, with our latest breath, 
 Thy love and guardian care. 
 
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For General Us 
 
 LXXXIII. 
 
 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow 
 
 Within this earthly frame, 
 Through all the world how great art Thou ! 
 
 How glorious is Thy name ! 
 
 In heaven Thy wondrous acts are sung, 
 
 Nor fully reckoned there; 
 And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue 
 
 Thy boundless praise declare. 
 
 Through Thee the weak confound the strong, 
 
 And crush their haughty foes; 
 And so Thou quell'st the wicked throng, 
 
 That Thee and Thine oppose. 
 
 What's man, (say I,) that, Lord, Thou lov'st 
 
 To keep him in Thy mind ? 
 Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st 
 
 To them so wondrous kind ? 
 
 They jointly own His powerful sway; 
 
 The beasts that prey or graze ; 
 The bird that wings its airy way; 
 
 The fish that cuts the seas. 
 
 O Thou to whom all creatures bow 
 
 Within this earthly frame, 
 Through all the world how great art Thou! 
 
 How glorious is Thy name ! 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXXIV. 
 
 TO bless Thy chosen race, 
 
 In mercy, Lord, incline ; 
 And cause the brightness of Thy face 
 
 On all Thy saints to shine : 
 That so Thy wondrous way 
 
 May through the world be known, 
 Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, 
 
 And Thy salvation own. 
 
 Let differing nations join 
 
 To celebrate Thy fame; 
 Let all the world, O Lord, combine 
 
 To praise Thy glorious name. 
 O let them shout and sing 
 
 With joy and pious mirth, 
 For Thou, the righteous Judge and King, 
 
 Shalt govern all the earth. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXXV. 
 
 O GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord, 
 
 How lovely is the place 
 Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show'st 
 
 The brightness of Thy face ! 
 
 My longing soul faints with desire 
 
 To view Thy blest abode ; 
 My panting heart and flesh cry out 
 
 For Thee, the living God. 
 
 O Lord of hosts, my King and God, 
 
 How highly blest are they 
 Who in Thy temple always dwell, 
 
 And there Thy praise display ! 
 
 Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee 
 
 Their sure protection made; 
 Who long to tread the sacred ways 
 
 That to Thy dwelling lead! 
 
 For God, who is our sun and shield, 
 
 Will grace and glory give; 
 And no good thing will He withhold 
 
 From them that justly live. 
 
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 LXXXVL 
 
 WITH glory clad, with strength arrayed, 
 
 The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, 
 The world's foundations strongly laid, 
 
 And the vast fabric still sustains. 
 How surely 'stablished is Thy throne. 
 
 Which shall no change or period see ! 
 For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone, 
 
 Art God from all eternity. 
 
 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, 
 
 And toss the troubled waves on high ; 
 But God above can still their noise, 
 
 And make the angry sea comply. 
 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure; 
 
 And they that in Thy house would dwell. 
 That happy station to secure, 
 
 Must still in holiness excel. 
 
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 LXXXVII. 
 
 O COME, loud anthems let us sing, 
 Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; 
 For we our voices high should raise 
 When our salvation's Rock we praise. 
 
 Into His presence let us haste, 
 To thank Him for His favours past; 
 To Him address, in joyful songs, 
 The praise that to His name belongs. 
 
 The depths of earth are in His hand, 
 Her secret wealth at His command; 
 The strength of hills that reach the skies 
 Subjected to His empire lies. 
 
 The rolling ocean's vast abyss 
 By the same sov'reign right is His; 
 'Tis moved by His Almighty hand, 
 That formed and fixed the solid land. 
 
 O let us to His courts repair, 
 And bow with adoration there; 
 Down on our knees devoutly all 
 Before the Lord our Maker fall. 
 
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 LXXXVIII. 
 
 MY soul, inspired with sacred love, 
 God's holy name for ever bless ; 
 
 Of all His favours mindful prove, 
 And still thy grateful thanks express. 
 
 'Tis He that all thy sins forgives, 
 
 And after sickness makes thee sound; 
 
 From danger He thy life retrieves, 
 
 By Him with grace and mercy crowned. 
 
 God will not always harshly chide, 
 But with His anger quickly part; 
 
 And loves His punishments to guide 
 More by His love than our desert. 
 
 As high as heaven its arch extends 
 
 Above this little spot of clay, 
 So much His boundless love transcends 
 
 The small respects that we can pay. 
 
 As far as 'tis from east to west, 
 So far has He our sins removed, 
 
 Who with a Father's tender breast 
 Has such as fear Him always loved. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 LXXXIX. 
 
 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known 
 My rising up and lying down; 
 My secret thoughts are known to Thee, 
 Known long before conceived by me. 
 
 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, 
 My public haunts and private ways; 
 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, 
 My yet unuttered words' intent. 
 
 Surrounded by Thy power I stand, 
 On every side I find Thy hand: 
 O skill, for human reach too high! 
 Too dazzling bright for mortal eye ! 
 
 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, 
 If mischief lurks in any part; 
 Correct me where I go astray, 
 And guide me in Thy perfect way. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 XC. 
 
 YE boundless realms of joy, 
 Exalt your Maker's fame, 
 His praise your song employ 
 Above the starry frame ; 
 Your voices raise, 
 Ye cherubim 
 And seraphim, 
 To sing His praise. 
 
 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, 
 And sun, that guid'st the day : 
 Ye glittering stars of light, 
 To Him your homage pay ; 
 His praise declare, 
 Ye heavens above, 
 And clouds that move 
 In liquid air. 
 
 Let them adore the Lord, 
 
 And praise His holy Name, 
 By whose Almighty word 
 
 They all from nothing came; 
 And all shall last 
 From changes free, 
 His firm decree 
 Stands ever fast. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 To God the Father, Son, 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest, 
 Eternal Three in One, 
 All worship be addrest ; 
 As heretofore 
 It was, is now, 
 And shall be so 
 For evermore. 
 
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 XCI. 
 
 THE spacious firmament on high, 
 
 With all the blue ethereal sky, 
 
 And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
 
 Their great Original proclaim. 
 
 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
 
 Does his Creator's power display, 
 
 And publishes to every land 
 
 The work of an Almighty hand. 
 
 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
 And nightly to the listening earth 
 Repeats the story of her birth; 
 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings, as they roll, 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 What, though in solemn silence all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball? 
 What, though no real voice or sound 
 Amidst their radiant orbs be found? 
 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice, 
 For ever singing, as they shine, 
 " The hand that made us is Divine/' 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 XCII. 
 
 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
 And feed me with a Shepherd's care ; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 Arid guard me with a watchful eye ; 
 My noon-day walks He shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
 To fertile vales and dewy meads 
 My weary, wandering steps He leads, 
 Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
 
 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 XCIIL 
 
 WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 Thy Providence my life sustained, 
 And all my wants redressed, 
 
 When in the silent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breast. 
 
 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestowed, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 
 From whence these comforts flowed. 
 
 When in the slippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 
 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
For General Use. 
 
 XCIV. 
 
 O GENTES omnes undique, 
 
 Laudate Dominum; 
 Ilium laudate, populi, 
 
 Per orbis ambitum. 
 
 Nam ingens est hominibus 
 
 Illius bonitas, 
 Et in seterna ssecula 
 
 Jehovae Veritas. 
 
 Sit laus Triuni Domino, 
 
 Honor et gloria, 
 Ab universo populo, 
 
 Per cuncta saecula. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 xcv. 
 
 TE de profundis, summe Rex, 
 Jehovah! supplex invoco; 
 Intende voci supplicis: 
 Ad Te precantem suspice. 
 
 Delicta si peccantium 
 Severus observaveris, 
 Quis sustinebit impius? 
 Piusve quis non deficit? 
 
 Tibi paterna lenitas : 
 Hinc Te veremur filii: 
 Te sustinemur unico 
 A lucis orto sidere. 
 
 Fiduciam tantamque spem 
 In Te reponit Israel, 
 Tuo, Deus, qui sanguine 
 Peccata mundi diluis. 
 
 Deo Patri sit gloria, 
 Ejusque soli Filio, 
 Sanctissimo cum Spiritu 
 In sseculorum ssecula. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 XCVI. 
 
 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and He destroy. 
 
 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and formed us men; 
 
 And when like wandering sheep we strayed, 
 He brought us to His fold again. 
 
 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 
 High as the heavens our voices raise; 
 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
 
 Vast as eternity Thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 
 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
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For General Use. 
 
 XCVII. 
 
 OUR God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home : 
 
 Under the shadow of Thy throne 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
 
 Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
 Before the hills in order stood, 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 
 From everlasting Thou art God, 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 A thousand ages in Thy sight 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 
 Before the rising sun. 
 
 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 
 With all their lives and cares, 
 
 Are carried downwards by Thy flood, 
 And lost in following years, 
 
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 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away; 
 They fly forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come; 
 
 Be Thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
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 XCVIII. 
 
 UP to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 The eternal hills beyond the skies; 
 Thence all her help my soul derives, 
 There my Almighty Refuge lives. 
 
 He lives, the everlasting God, 
 That built the world, that spread the flood 
 The heavens with all their hosts He made, 
 And the dark regions of the dead. 
 
 He guides our feet, He guards our way ; 
 His morning smiles bless all the day ; 
 He spreads the evening veil, and keeps 
 The silent hours while Israel sleeps. 
 
 Israel, a name divinely blest, 
 May rise secure, securely rest; 
 Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
 Admit no slumber nor surprise. 
 
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 XCIX. 
 
 THERE is a land of pure delight, 
 
 Where saints immortal reign, 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never- withering flowers ; 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 
 Stand dressed in living green: 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
 And linger shivering on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 O ! could we make our doubts remove, 
 These gloomy doubts that rise, 
 
 And see the Canaan that we love 
 With unbeclouded eyes; 
 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er; 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
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 THOU hidden Love of God, whose height, 
 Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows: 
 
 I see from far Thy beauteous light, 
 Inly I sigh for Thy repose : 
 
 My heart is pained, nor can it be 
 
 At rest, till it finds rest in Thee. 
 
 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought 
 My mind to seek her peace in Thee; 
 
 Yet while I seek, but find Thee not, 
 No peace my wandering soul shall see; 
 
 O when shall all my wanderings end, 
 
 And all my steps to Thee-ward tend! 
 
 Is there a thing beneath the sun 
 
 That strives with Thee my heart to share? 
 Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, 
 
 The Lord of every motion there ! 
 Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
 When it hath found repose in Thee. 
 
 O hide this self from me, that I 
 
 No more, but Christ in me, may live; 
 
 My vile affections crucify, 
 
 Nor let one darling lust survive ! 
 
 In all things nothing may I see, 
 
 Nothing desire or seek, but Thee ! 
 
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 Each moment draw from earth away 
 My heart, that lowly waits Thy call ; 
 
 Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 
 "I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!" 
 
 To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, 
 
 To taste Thy love, be all my choice. 
 
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 CI. 
 
 O FOR an heart to praise my God, 
 An heart from sin set free ! 
 
 An heart that always feels Thy blood, 
 So freely spilt for me ! 
 
 An heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 My dear Redeemer's throne; 
 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean : 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 
 From Him that dwells within: 
 
 An heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
 
 A copy, Lord, of Thine. 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 
 
 Come quickly from above; 
 Write Thy new name upon my heart, 
 
 Thy new, blest name of love. 
 
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 CII. 
 
 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, 
 And put your armour on, 
 Strong in the strength which God supplies 
 Through His eternal Son : 
 
 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
 And in His mighty power; 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 Stand then in His great might, 
 With all His strength endued; 
 But take, to arm you for the fight, 
 The panoply of God. 
 
 From strength to strength go on, 
 Wrestle, and fight, and pray; 
 Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
 And win the well-fought day. 
 
 That having all things done, 
 And all your conflicts past, 
 Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
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 O GOD, of good the unfathomed sea, 
 Who would not give his heart to Thee? 
 
 Who would not love Thee with his might, 
 O Jesu, Lover of mankind? 
 Who would not his whole soul and mind, 
 
 With all his strength, to Thee unite? 
 
 High throned on heaven's eternal hill, 
 In number, weight, and measure still 
 
 Thou sweetly orderest all that is : 
 And yet Thou deign'st to come to me, 
 And guide my steps, that I, with Thee 
 
 Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss. 
 
 Fountain of good, all blessing flows 
 From Thee : no want Thy fulness knows ; 
 
 What but Thyself canst Thou desire ? 
 Yet, self-sufficient as Thou art, 
 Thou dost desire my worthless heart : 
 
 This, only this, dost Thou require. 
 
 O God, of good the unfathomed sea, 
 Who would not give his heart to Thee? 
 
 Who would not love Thee with his might, 
 O Jesu, Lover of mankind ? 
 Who would not his whole soul and mind, 
 
 With all his strength, to Thee unite? 
 
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 CIV. 
 
 YE servants of the Lord, 
 Each in his office wait, 
 Observant of His heavenly word, 
 And watchful at His gate. 
 
 Let all your lamps be bright, 
 And trim the golden flame; 
 Gird up your loins, as in His sight, 
 For awful is His name. 
 
 Watch ; 'tis your Lord's command ; 
 And, while we speak, He's near; 
 Mark the first signal of His hand, 
 And ready all appear. 
 
 O happy servant he, 
 In such a posture found! 
 He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
 And be with honour crowned. 
 
 Christ shall the banquet spread 
 With His own royal hand; 
 And raise that favourite servant's head 
 Amid the angelic band. 
 
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 CV. 
 
 SHINE on our souls, eternal God, 
 
 With rays of beauty shine ! 
 O let Thy favour crown our days, 
 
 And all their round be Thine ! 
 
 Did we not raise our hands to Thee, 
 Our hands might toil in vain; 
 
 Small joy success itself could give. 
 If Thou Thy love restrain. 
 
 With Thee let every week begin, 
 With Thee each day be spent; 
 
 For Thee each fleeting hour improved, 
 Since each by Thee is lent. 
 
 Thus cheer us through this desert road, 
 
 Till all our labours cease, 
 And heaven refresh our weary souls 
 
 With everlasting peace. 
 
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 CVI. 
 
 O GOD of Bethel, by whose hand 
 
 Thy people still are fed, 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 
 Hast all our fathers led; 
 
 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
 Before Thy throne of grace; 
 
 God of our fathers, be the God 
 Of their succeeding race. 
 
 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footsteps guide; 
 
 Give us each day our daily bread, 
 And raiment fit provide. 
 
 O spread Thy covering wings around 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 
 And at our Father's loved abode 
 Our souls arrive in peace ! 
 
 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand 
 Our humble prayers implore; 
 
 And Thou shalt be our chosen God, 
 And portion evermore. 
 
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 CVII. 
 
 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun 
 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 
 Never more to meet us here: 
 Fixed in an eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all below; 
 We a little longer wait, 
 
 But how little, none can know. 
 
 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to find; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream : 
 Upward, Lord ! our spirits raise ; 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us, henceforth, how to live 
 
 With eternity in view : 
 Bless Thy word to young and old ; 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love; 
 And when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with Thee above ! 
 
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 CVIII. 
 
 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion, city of our God ; 
 He, whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Formed thee for His own abode : 
 On the Rock of ages founded, 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose ? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 
 Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 
 
 See, the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal Love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint, while such a river 
 
 Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? 
 Grace, which, like the Lord the giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
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 CIX. 
 
 GOD moves in a mysterious way 
 
 His wonders to perform; 
 He plants His footsteps in the sea, 
 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-failing skill, 
 He treasures up His bright designs, 
 
 And works His sovereign will. 
 
 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 
 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 But trust Him for His grace; 
 
 Behind a frowning Providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan His work in vain ; 
 
 God is His own interpreter, 
 And He will make it plain. 
 
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 ex. 
 
 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, 
 There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; 
 Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 
 And every place is hallowed ground. 
 
 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
 And going take Thee to their home. 
 
 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew; 
 Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of Thy saving name. 
 
 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
 To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 
 To teach our faint desires to rise, 
 And bring all heaven before our eyes. 
 
 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; 
 Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear ; 
 O rend the heavens, come quickly down, 
 And make a thousand hearts Thine own ! 
 
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 CXI. 
 
 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, 
 The house of God not made with hands, 
 A great High Priest our nature wears, 
 The Patron of mankind appears. 
 
 He who for men in mercy stood, 
 And poured on earth His precious blood, 
 Pursues in heaven His plan of grace, 
 The guardian God of human race. 
 
 Though now ascended up on high, 
 He bends on earth a Brother's eye ; 
 Partaker of the human name, 
 He knows the frailty of our frame. 
 
 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains 
 A fellow-feeling of our pains; 
 And still remembers in the skies 
 His tears, His agonies, and cries. 
 
 In every pang that rends the heart 
 The Man of Sorrows had a part ; 
 He sympathises with our grief, 
 And to the sufferer sends relief. 
 
 With boldness therefore, at the throne, 
 Let us make all our sorrows known; 
 And ask the aids of heavenly power 
 To help us in the evil hour. 
 
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 CXII. 
 
 GUIDE us, Thou whose name is Saviour, 
 
 Pilgrims in the barren land; 
 We are weak, and Thou Almighty ; 
 
 Hold us with Thy strong right hand, 
 As in Egypt, 
 
 As upon the Red Sea strand. 
 
 Let the cloud and fire supernal 
 
 Day and night before us go; 
 Lead us to the rock and fountain 
 
 Whence the living waters flow : 
 Bread of heaven, 
 
 Feed us, till no want we know. 
 
 When we touch the cold, dark river, 
 Cleave for us the swelling tide ; 
 
 Through the flood and through the whirlpool 
 Let Thine ark our footsteps guide : 
 
 Jesu, lead us, 
 Land us safe on Canaan's side. 
 
 Praise the Father, God of heaven, 
 Him who reigns supreme on high; 
 
 Praise the Son, for sinners given, 
 E'en to suffer and to die; 
 
 Praise the Spirit, 
 Guiding us so lovingly. 
 
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 CXIII. 
 
 HOSANNA to the living Lord! 
 Hosanna to the Incarnate Word! 
 To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
 Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing. 
 
 Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
 " Hosanna, Lord," Thine angels cry ; 
 " Hosanna, Lord," Thy saints reply : 
 Above, beneath us, and around, 
 The dead and living swell the sound. 
 Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
 O Saviour, with protecting care 
 Return to this Thy house of prayer, 
 Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
 Where we Thy parting promise claim. 
 Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, 
 Eternal ! bid Thy Spirit rest ; 
 And make our secret soul to be 
 A temple pure, and worthy Thee. 
 
 Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest! 
 
 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
 When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
 Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
 Shall swell the sound of praise again, 
 Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest ! 
 
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 CXIV. 
 
 MUCH in sorrow, oft in woe, 
 Onward, Christians, onward go; 
 Fight the fight, and, worn with strife, 
 Steep with tears the bread of life. 
 
 Onward, Christians, onward go; 
 Join the war, and face the foe; 
 Faint not ! much doth yet remain ; 
 Dreary is the long campaign. 
 
 Shrink not, Christians ! will ye yield ? 
 Will ye quit the painful field? 
 Will ye flee in danger's hour? 
 Know ye not your Captain's power? 
 
 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; 
 March, in heavenly armour clad; 
 Fight, nor think the battle long ; 
 Victory soon shall tune your song. 
 
 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
 Soon shall every tear be dry; 
 Let not woe your course impede; 
 Great your strength, if great your need. 
 
 Onward then to battle move ; 
 More than conquerors ye shall prove ; 
 Though opposed by many a foe, 
 Christian soldiers, onward go ! 
 
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 cxv. 
 
 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand, 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Java's isle; 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile? 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown ; 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Can we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny? 
 Salvation ! O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messiah's name. 
 
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 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till like a sea of glory 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
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 CXVL 
 
 PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore Him. 
 
 Praise Him, angels, in the height; 
 Sun and moon, rejoice before Him, 
 
 Praise Him, all ye stars and light : 
 Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken, 
 
 AVorlds His mighty voice obeyed; 
 Laws, which never shall be broken, 
 
 For their guidance He hath made. 
 
 Praise the Lord ! for He is glorious ; 
 
 Never shall His promise fail; 
 God hath made His saints victorious, 
 
 Sin and death shall not prevail. 
 Praise the God of our salvation ; 
 
 Hosts on high, His power proclaim; 
 Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
 
 Laud and magnify His name ! 
 
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 CXVII. 
 
 BLEST are the pure in heart, 
 For they shall see our God; 
 The secret of the Lord is theirs; 
 Their soul is Christ's abode. 
 
 The Lord, who left the heavens, 
 Our life and peace to bring, 
 To dwell in lowliness with men, 
 Their pattern and their King ; 
 
 Still to the lowly soul 
 He doth Himself impart, 
 And for His dwelling and His throne 
 Chooseth the pure in heart. 
 
 Lord, we Thy presence seek; 
 May ours this blessing be ; 
 Give us a pure and lowly heart, 
 A temple meet for Thee. 
 
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 CXVIII. 
 
 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, 
 When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
 W T hen we mourn the lost, the dear, 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 
 Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
 Thou hast shed the human tear ; 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 When the sullen death-bell tolls 
 For our own departed souls, 
 When our final doom is near, 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 
 Thou the blood of life hast shed, 
 Thou hast filled a mortal bier; 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 When the heart is sad within 
 With the thought of all its sin, 
 W T hen the spirit shrinks with fear, 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear ! 
 
 Thou the shame, the grief hast known, 
 Though the sins were not Thine own, 
 Thou hast deigned their load to bear ; 
 Gracious Son of Mary, hear! 
 
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 CXIX. 
 
 LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home; 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene; one step enough for me. 
 
 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on; 
 I loved to choose and see my path; but now 
 
 Lead Thou me on ! 
 I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
 Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. 
 
 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone, 
 And with the morn those angel faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! 
 
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 cxx. 
 
 WE saw Thee not when Thou didst come 
 To this poor world of sin and death, 
 
 Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage-home 
 In that despised Nazareth; 
 
 But we believe Thy footsteps trod 
 
 Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God. 
 
 We did not see Thee lifted high 
 
 Amid that wild and savage crew, 
 Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry, 
 
 " Forgive, they know not what they do ; " 
 Yet we believe the deed was done, 
 Which shook the earth, and veiled the sun. 
 
 We stood not by the empty tomb 
 Where late Thy sacred Body lay; 
 
 Nor sat within that upper room, 
 Nor met Thee in the open way: 
 
 But we believe that angels said, 
 
 "Why seek the living 'midst the dead?" 
 
 We did not mark the chosen few, 
 
 When Thou didst through the clouds ascend, 
 First lift to heaven their wondering view, 
 
 Then to the earth all prostrate bend; 
 Yet we believe that mortal eyes 
 Beheld Thee mount beyond the skies. 
 
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 And now that Thou dost reign above, 
 And thence Thy faithful people bless, 
 
 No outward glory from Thy love 
 Doth shine upon our wilderness : 
 
 But we believe Thy faithful word, 
 
 And wait for our returning Lord. 
 
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 CXXI. 
 
 HARK, hark, my soul ! angelic songs are swelling 
 O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore 
 
 How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling 
 Of that new life when sin shall be no more ! 
 
 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
 "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come:" 
 
 And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, 
 The music of the Gospel leads us home. 
 
 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 
 The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 
 
 And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, 
 Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. 
 
 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary. 
 
 The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; 
 All journeys end in welcome to the weary, 
 
 And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. 
 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
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 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; 
 
 Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; 
 Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, 
 
 And life's long shadows break in endless love. 
 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, 
 Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 
 
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 CXXII. 
 
 THY way, not mine, Lord, 
 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by Thine own hand, 
 
 Choose out the path for me. 
 
 Smooth let it be or rough, 
 It will be still the best ; 
 
 Winding or straight, it leads 
 Right onward to Thy rest. 
 
 I dare not choose my lot; 
 
 I would not, if I might; 
 Choose Thou for me, my God, 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
 The kingdom that I seek 
 Is Thine; so let the way 
 
 That leads to it be Thine, 
 Else I must surely stray. 
 
 Take Thou my cup, and it 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 
 As best to Thee may seem; 
 Choose Thou my good and ill. 
 
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 Choose Thou for me my friends, 
 My sickness or my health ; 
 
 Choose Thou my cares for me, 
 My poverty or wealth. 
 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 In things or great or small ; 
 
 Be Thou my guide, my strength, 
 My wisdom, and my all. 
 
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 CXXIII. 
 
 MY God and Father, while I stray, 
 Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
 
 teach me from my heart to say 
 
 " Thy will be done." 
 
 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
 Let me be still and murmur not, 
 Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
 "Thy will be done." 
 
 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
 For friends beloved, no longer nigh, 
 Submissive would I still reply, 
 
 " Thy will be done." 
 
 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; 
 
 1 only yield Thee what is Thine; 
 
 " Thy will be done." 
 
 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
 With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God, to Thee I leave the rest; 
 "Thy will be done." 
 
 Renew my will from day to day, 
 Blend it with Thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say 
 
 "Thy will be done." 
 
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 CXXIV. 
 
 THE Church's one foundation 
 
 Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
 She is His new creation 
 
 By water and the Word : 
 From heaven He came and sought her 
 
 To be His holy Bride, 
 With His own blood He bought her, 
 
 And for her life He died. 
 
 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth, 
 Her charter of salvation 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
 One holy Name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one holy Food, 
 And to one hope she presses 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 
 Mid toil, and tribulation, 
 
 And tumult of her war. 
 She waits the consummation 
 
 Of peace for evermore ; 
 Till with the vision glorious 
 
 Her longing eyes are blest, 
 And the great Church victorious 
 
 Shall be the Church at rest. 
 
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INDEX OF AUTHORS, 5 &c. 
 
 The Delegates of the Clarendon Press, to whom has been 
 entrusted the task of preparing this Hymnal, acknowledge 
 the permission kindly granted by various living authors, and 
 by representatives of authors, for the insertion of hymns of 
 which they possess the copyright. 
 
 Oxford, Easter, 1872. 
 
 1.— Sir W. Scott, 'Lay of the Last Minstrel;' based on the 
 Dies tree. 
 
 II. — The first ten verses of the Prosa de Mortuis, or De die 
 Judicii, probably by Thomas of Celano, a Franciscan 
 of the thirteenth century. Original of line 3, Teste 
 David cum Sibylla : in the later French church was sub- 
 stituted, Crucis expandens vexilla. 
 
 ill. — John Cennick, Rev. Charles Wesley, Martin Madan, 
 composed various parts of this hymn. 
 
 IV. — Philip Doddridge, D.D., 1755. 
 
 v. — Part by W. B. Collyer, 18 12. Original of stanza 2, line 3, 
 And greet the Archangel's warning, 
 To meet their Saviour in the skies 
 On this auspicious morning. 
 
 VI. — Rev. Joseph Anstice, 1836. 
 
 VII. — Jordanis oras, an Advent hymn in the Parisian Breviary ; 
 translated by the Rev. J. Chandler. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 viii. — Horatius Bonar, D.D., 'Lays of Faith and Hope.' In- 
 serted by permission of Messrs. Nisbet and Co. 
 
 ix. — John Milton ; part of his hymn on the Nativity. 
 
 x. — Of the fifteenth or sixteenth century: said to be of 
 Cistercian origin. 
 
 xi. — Aurelius Prudentius Clemens (about A.D. 400): from the 
 Hymnus omnis horce, in his ' Cathemerinon,' except the 
 doxology, which is later. Original of stanza 3, lines 3, 4, 
 Dexter in Parentis arce 
 Qui cluis virtutibus. 
 
 xii. — Rev. Charles Wesley, 1743, and Martin Madan, 1760. 
 Original of stanza 1, lines 1, 2, 
 
 Hark, how all the welkin rings, 
 
 Glory to the King of kings ! 
 Original of stanza 2, lines 7, 8, 
 
 Pleased as Man with men to appear, 
 
 Jesus cur Immanuel here. 
 
 xiii. — Nahum Tate, D.D., 1703. 
 
 xiv. — St. Ambrose (ob. A.D. 397): Doxology later. 
 
 xv. — Ascribed to St. Bernard (ob. A.D. 1153). See Daniel, 
 Thes. Hymnol. i. 227, iv. 215. 
 
 xvi. — From a hymn by Rev. John Newton, 1779. 
 
 xvii. — Jonas Scheffler ('Angelus Silesius'), 1657: translated 
 by Catharine Winkworth. 
 
 xviii. — From a hymn by James Montgomery, 1822. 
 
 xix.— W. Chatterton Dix, i860. 
 
 xx. — T. Sternhold : part of Old Version of Ps. xxv. Original 
 of stanza 1, lines 2, 3, 4, 
 
 I pray Thee, Lord, remember, 
 And eke Thy pity plentiful, 
 For they have been for ever, 
 xxi. — A re-casting of John Mardley's 'Lamentation of a Sin- 
 ner,' mostly by Nahum Tate, D.D. : part by Bishop Heber. 
 
 xxn. — Part of New Version of Ps. li. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 xxiii. — New Version of Ps. cxxx. 
 
 xxiv. — Isaac Watts, D.D., 1709. 
 
 xxv. — Rev. Charles Wesley, 1740. 
 
 xxvi. — Part of a hymn by Rev. Aug. M. Toplady, 1776. 
 
 xxvil. — John Morrison, 1770. 
 
 xxviii. — Sir Robert Grant, 1815. 
 
 xxix. — Bishop Heber, 1827. 
 
 xxx. — Dean Milman, 1827. Inserted by permission of Mr. 
 
 Murray, 
 xxxi. — Dean Milman. Inserted by permission of Mr. Murray. 
 
 xxxii. — Rev. Isaac Williams : from his ' Baptistery.' Original 
 of stanza 2, lines 1, 2, 'me' for 'us;' stanza 3, lines 1, 2, 
 Supplication on us pour, 
 Let us now knock at the door. 
 
 Original of stanza 6, line 1, 
 
 'Neath thy wings let us have place. 
 
 xxxill. — J. H. Newman, D.D. : from his 'Verses on various 
 Occasions.' 
 
 xxxiv. — Ad regias Agni dapes, in Roman Breviary for 'Do- 
 minica in Albis : ' an altered form of the very ancient 
 Ad canam Agni pronjidi, which was a hymn for the Easter 
 Communion of the new-baptized. Translation combined 
 from R. Campbell and 'Hymns Ancient and Modern.' 
 (By permission of the Editors.) 
 
 xxxv. — Author unknown : eighteenth century. 
 
 xxxvi. — Author unknown. In Daniel, Thes. Hymn. ii. 363. 
 
 xxxvii. — C. F. Gellert, a German hymn-writer of the eighth- 
 eenth century : translated by Frances E. Cox. 
 
 xxxviii. — Rev. C. Wesley. 
 
 xxxix. — Part of a poem De contemptu mundi, by Bernard de 
 Morlaix,a Cluniac monk in the twelfth century. Translated 
 by Dr. Neale : he wrote in stanza 4, line 1, 'The Cross;' 
 in stanza 5, line 2, ' conjubilant ;' in stanza 6, lines 1, 2, 
 
 And who beneath their Leader 
 
 Have conquered in the fight. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 xl. — Nobis Olympo redditus, an Ascension hymn in the Parisian 
 Breviary : translated by Rev. J. Chandler. 
 
 xli. — Part of a hymn by Rev. C. Wesley. Original of stanza 
 6, line i, 
 
 Grant, though parted from our sight. 
 xlii. — Emma Toke, 1851. 
 xliii. — Dean Stanley. 
 
 xliv. — Author unknown, but probably of the time of Charles 
 the Great. See Daniel, Thes. Hymn. iv. 125. 
 
 xlv. — Variously ascribed to Robert II. King of France, Pope 
 Innocent III. and Archbishop Stephen Langton ; com- 
 monly called ' the Golden Sequence.' In Roman Missal. 
 
 xlvi. — Translation of No. 44, in ( Ordering of Priests.' Pro- 
 bably by Bishop Cosin ; it appeared first in his ' Private 
 Devotions,' and was inserted in the Ordinal in 166 1. 
 
 xlvii.— Rev. R.W. Kyle, 1842. 
 
 XL viil.— Rev. John Keble, 1827 : ' Christian Year.' 
 
 xlix. — Harriet Auber, 1829. 
 
 L.— Rev. F. Oakeley: part of a Trinity hymn in his 'Lyra 
 Liturgica.' 
 
 li. — Bishop Heber. 
 
 Lii— Rev. A. T. Russell, 1848. 
 
 liii. — Theod. Schenk, a German hymn writer, 1727 : trans- 
 lated by Frances E. Cox. 
 
 LIV . — W. E. Cameron, 1770: one of the 'Scotch Paraphrases.' 
 
 lv. — Bishop Heber. 
 
 LVI. — Part of a hymn by Rev. C. Wesley. 
 
 LVii. — St. Thomas Aquinas, ob. 1274: part of his ' Eucha- 
 ristic Sequence.' In Roman Missal, for Corpus Christi. 
 
 LVIII. — P. Doddridge, D.D. 
 
 lix. — Josiah Conder, 1824. 
 
 lx. — Edw. Osier, 1836. 
 
 lxi.— Prudentius : four stanzas from ' Cathemerin5n,' i. 
 ('Hymn at Cock-crowing'): Doxology later. Roman 
 Breviary, Tuesday. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 lxii. — Prudentius : from * Cathemerinon,' ii. (' Morning 
 Hymn ') : third stanza as made up in Roman Breviary 
 for Wednesday, from several stanzas. 
 
 lxiii. — The 29th of the hymns called 'Ambrosian.' Roman 
 Breviary, Prime. 
 
 lxiv. — Bishop Ken, ob. 171 2. From his Morning Hymn. 
 
 lxv.— Bishop Ken : from the same. 
 
 lxvi. — Rev. G. Wesley. 
 
 lxvii. — Isaac Watts, D.D. 
 
 lxviii. — Rev. J. Keble : ' Christian Year.' 
 
 LXIX. — Nunc Sancte nobis, the 21st 'Ambrosian' hymn; Roman 
 Breviary, Terce ; translated by Dr. Newman. 
 
 LXX. — Rector potens, the 22nd Ambrosian hymn ; Roman Bre- 
 viary, None : translated by Dr. Newman. 
 
 lxxi. — Prono volutus, the hymn for None in the Parisian Bre- 
 viary: translated by Rev. J. Chandler. 
 
 LXXII. — <£<»$• IXapov dyias dogrjs, the Vesper Hymn of the 
 Eastern Church. Probably of the second or third cen- 
 tury ; referred to as ' ancient ' by St. Basil, De Spir. 
 Sanct. s. 73. See it in Routh, Rell. Sacr. iii. 515. Trans- 
 lated by W. Bright, D.D. 
 
 lxxiii.— Bishop Ken. 
 
 lxxiv. — First stanza by Bishop Heber ; second by Archbishop 
 Whately. 
 
 lxxv. — Rev. J. Keble : 'Christian Year.' 
 
 lxxvi. — Rev. H. F. Lyte, 1847. (Written during consump- 
 tion.) Extracted, by permission of Messrs. Rivington, 
 from the author's ' Miscellaneous Poems.' 
 
 lxxvii. — Stephen 'the Sabaite,' an Eastern monk of the 
 eighth century: translated by J. M. Neale, D.D. 
 
 lxxviii. — Frederick W. Faber, D.D. 
 
 lxxix. — Part of Bernard de Morlaix's poem. (See above, 
 Hymn 39.) Translated by Dr. Neale. 
 
 lxxx. — T. Sternhold : part of Old Version of Ps. xviii. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 lxxxi. — John Hopkins. Old Version of Ps. c. 
 
 lxxxii. — From Paul Gerhardt (seventeenth century) : trans- 
 lated by Rev. J. Wesley. 
 
 lxxxiii. — New Version of Ps. viii. 
 
 lxxxiv. — Part of New Version of Ps. lxvii. 
 
 lxxxv. — Part of New Version of Ps. lxxxiv. 
 
 lxxxvi. — Dr. Watts: paraphrase of Ps. xciii. 
 
 lxxxvii. — Part of New Version of Ps. xcv. 
 
 lxxxviii. — Part of New Version of Ps. ciii. 
 
 lxxxix. — Part of New Version of Ps. cxxxix. 
 
 xc. — Part of New Version of Ps. cxlix. 
 
 xci. — Joseph Addison : paraphrase of Ps. xix. 
 
 xcn. — Joseph Addison : part of his paraphrase of Ps. xxiii. 
 
 xciii. — Joseph Addison. 
 
 xciv. — A Latin version of Ps. cxvii. ; writer unknown. 
 
 xcv. — A paraphrase of Ps. cxxx., in New College Anthem- 
 book. 
 
 xcvi. — Dr. Watts, and Rev. C. Wesley : paraphrase of Ps. c. 
 
 xcvu. — Dr. Watts : part of paraphrase of Ps. xc. 
 
 xcvni. — Dr. Watts : part of paraphrase of Ps. cxxi. 
 
 xcix. — Dr. Watts. 
 
 c. — Rev. C. Wesley. 
 
 ci. — Rev. G. Wesley. 
 
 en. — Rev. C. Wesley: part of a long poem. 
 
 CIII. — Rev. G. Wesley. 
 
 Civ.— P. Doddridge, D.D. 
 
 cv. — Dr. Doddridge. 
 
 cvi. — Dr. Doddridge, and J . Logan. 
 
 evil. — Rev. John Newton. 
 
 cvin. — Rev. J. Newton : paraphrase of Ps. lxxxvii. 
 
 cix. — W. Cowper. 
 
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Index of Authors. 
 
 ex. — W. Cowper. 
 
 cxi. — Michael Bruce: paraphrase of Heb. iv. 14 sq. 
 
 cxii. — Rev. J. Keble. A re-casting of the hymn ' Guide me, 
 O Thou great Jehovah,' by W. Williams, 1774. 
 
 cxiii. — Bishop Heber. 
 
 cxiv.— H. K. White, 1806, and Fanny F. Maitland, 1827. 
 
 cxv. — Bishop Heber. 
 
 cxvi. — Bishop Mant : based on Ps. cxlviii. 
 
 cxvu. — Stanzas 1 and 3 by Rev. J. Keble : ' Christian Year.' 
 
 cxvin. — Dean Milman. Inserted by permission of Mr. 
 Murray. 
 
 cxix.— J. H. Newman, D.D. 
 
 cxx.— Rev. J. H. Gurney. 
 
 cxxi. — Frederick Faber, D.D. Original of stanza 5, lines 3, 4, 
 While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, 
 Till life's long night shall break in endless love. 
 
 cxxn. — Horatius Bonar, D.D. Inserted by permission of 
 Messrs. Nisbet & Co. 
 
 cxxin. — Charlotte Elliott. Original of stanza 4, lines 1, 2, 3, 
 
 Though Thou hast called me to resign 
 What most I prized, it ne'er was mine ; 
 I have but yielded what was Thine. 
 
 cxxiv.— Rev. S. J. Stone. 
 
 *** Much information as to sources of Hymns will be found in Sir R. 
 Palmer's ' Book of Praise,' and the Rev. L. C. Biggs's edition of ' Hymns 
 Ancient and Modem.' 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Abide with me ; fast falls the eventide 
 
 Adeste fideles 
 
 A few more years shall roll 
 
 Ales diei nuntius 
 
 Alleluia 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 
 
 All praise to Thee, my God, this night 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid 
 
 As now the sun's declining rays . 
 
 As with gladness men of old 
 
 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne . 
 
 Behold, the morning sun . 
 
 Blest are the pure in heart . 
 
 Bread of heaven, on Thee we feed 
 
 Brief life is here our portion 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen to-day . 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, who ever one 
 
 Come, let us join our friends above 
 
 Come, let us to the Lord our God 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs . 
 
 Dies irse, dies ilia 
 
 Ecce quern vates vetustis . 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 
 
 i7 
 
 83 
 51 
 
 105 
 95 
 99 
 93 
 30 
 48 
 86 
 
 121 
 89 
 
 145 
 81 
 
 102 
 
 53 
 88 
 64 
 9i 
 78 
 
 39 
 
 106 
 
 6 
 
 18 
 142 
 
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Index of First Lines. 
 
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 From lowest depths of woe 35 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken 
 
 
 
 i35 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way . 
 
 
 
 136 
 
 God the Father, Son, and Spirit 
 
 
 
 69 
 
 God, who madest earth and heaven . 
 
 
 
 96 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear . 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 Guide us, Thou whose name is Saviour 
 
 
 
 139 
 
 Hail the day that sees Him rise . 
 
 
 
 56 
 
 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 
 
 
 
 28 
 
 Hark, hark, my soul ! angelic songs are sw( 
 
 filing 
 
 
 150 
 
 Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes 
 
 
 
 10 
 
 Hark ! the herald-angels sing 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, on me 
 
 
 
 34 
 
 He is gone— beyond the skies 
 
 
 
 58 
 
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 
 
 
 
 70 
 
 Hosanna to the living Lord 
 
 
 
 140 
 
 How bright these glorious spirits shine 
 
 
 
 74 
 
 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds 
 
 
 
 25 
 
 Jam lucis orto sidere .... 
 
 
 
 85 
 
 Jerusalem the golden .... 
 
 
 
 54 
 
 Jesu dulcis memoria .... 
 
 
 
 24 
 
 Jesu, lover of my soul 
 
 
 
 ■ 37 
 
 Jesus Christ is risen to-day 
 
 
 
 50 
 
 Jesus lives ! no longer now 
 
 
 
 . 52 
 
 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet 
 
 
 
 ■ 137 
 
 Lauda, Sion, Salvatorem 
 
 
 
 • 79 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling glo 
 
 om 
 
 
 . 147 
 
 Light of gladness, Beam divine . 
 
 
 
 . 94 
 
 Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending 
 
 
 
 8 
 
 Lord, in this Thy mercy's day . 
 
 
 
 • 45 
 
 Lord of mercy and of might 
 
 
 
 . 42 
 
 Much in sorrow, oft in woe 
 
 
 
 . 141 
 
 My God, and is Thy table spread 
 
 
 
 80 
 
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Index of First Lines. 
 
 My God and Father, while I stray 
 
 My soul, inspired with sacred love 
 
 Nox et tenebrae et nubila . 
 
 O Christ, who hast prepared a place 
 
 O come, loud anthems let us sing 
 
 O for an heart to praise my God 
 
 O gentes omnes undique . 
 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 
 
 O God, of good the unfathomed sea 
 
 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord 
 
 O God of life, whose power benign 
 
 O God, the Lord of place and time 
 
 O God, unseen, yet ever near 
 
 O, help us, Lord ! each hour of need 
 
 O Lord, turn not Thy face from me 
 
 O Love, who formedst me to wear 
 
 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
 
 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow 
 
 O timely happy, timely wise 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past . 
 
 Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore H 
 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height 
 
 Ride on ! ride on in majesty 
 
 Ring out, ye crystal spheres 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me . 
 
 Saviour, when in dust to Thee 
 
 Shine on our souls, eternal God 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise 
 
 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love 
 
 Splendor Paternae gloriae . 
 
 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear 
 
 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 
 
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Index of First Lines. 
 
 Te de profundis, summe Rex 
 
 That day of wrath, that dreadful day 
 
 The Church's one foundation 
 
 The Lord descended from above 
 
 The Lord my pasture shall prepare 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war 
 
 The spacious firmament on high 
 
 There is a land of pure delight . 
 
 Thou art gone up on high . 
 
 Thou hidden Love of God, whose height 
 
 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known 
 
 Thy mercies manifold 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 
 
 To bless Thy chosen race . 
 
 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes . 
 
 Veni, Creator Spiritus 
 
 Veni, Sancte Spiritus . 
 
 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart 
 
 We saw Thee not when Thou didst come 
 
 When all Thy mercies, O my God 
 
 When came in flesh the Incarnate Word 
 
 When God of old came down from heaven 
 
 When I survey the wondrous Cross . 
 
 When our heads are bowed with woe 
 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands 
 
 While shepherds watched their flocks by night 
 
 While with ceaseless course the sun . 
 
 Who are these like stars appearing 
 
 With glory clad, with strength arrayed 
 
 Ye boundless realms of joy 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord 
 
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