* • FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 39 5S .^••y'Jn- KB HniS H HHR P8 ^%U\*^HH ■ - ■ ■ . -~V<.-V*f II ; *^ $&» ■ Bafi PHwKlrB P* B ■ B m m ' ■ m ■■Ian 'O 1 <0S OF Pft/^5 OCT 11 iQ34 SACRED HYMNS;./ CHIEFLY FROM ANCIENT SOURCES. ARRANGED ACCORDING TO THE SEASONS OF THE CHURCH. BY FREDERICK WILSOX, M.A., RECTOR OF THE CHURCH OF 5. JAMES THE LESS, PHILADELPHIA. PHILADELPHIA: BURNS AND SIE G. 1859. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by BURNS AND SIEG, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. COLLINS, PRINTER. TO THOMAS MUSSEX, Esq., (OF MONTREAL,) IN GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE OF MANY KINDNESSES EXPERIENCED AT HIS HANDS, THIS VOLUME is MOST AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/saschiefOOwils PREFACE. The following collection of Hymns was under- taken by the Editor to supply a want much felt by him, while Incumbent of a large parish in a manufacturing town in the north of England. The heavy pressure of parochial work, in a dis- trict of almost seven thousand souls, left, however, but little time for the completion of the work. A few of the Hymns for special Festivals were all that passed through the press, and were sung by the congregation as those Festivals came round. As stated on the title page, the compilation is chiefly from ancient sources (and hence claiming a kindred derivation with our Book of Common Prayer), but several modern Hymns have been added, which, in the deep devotional feeling they VI PREFACE. express, appear to the Editor to breathe the very spirit of the Ancient Hymnology of the Church. It is also but fair to state that the basis of the compilation is a similar work published about ten years ago in England, but which has never be- come extensively known, and is used only by one or two congregations in the country. Of course, the Editor does not presume to ex- pect that his labors will be available to the mem- bers of the Church in these United States beyond the family circle or the school-room; but there they may be useful, as speaking home to our hearts of all that is beautiful and holy in our faith, with- out any of the indistinctness or ambiguity (to em- ploy a mild term), which characterizes so generally the run of modern Hymn Books. It is needless to add that as the Hymns here collected are professedly Church Hymns, and from the ancient Service Books of the Church, they will hardly be considered as satisfactory, in a doc- trinal point of view, by any but those who are in PREFACE. Vll some measure, at least, imbued with the teaching they put forth. A very distinct enunciation of doctrine runs in a rich vein throughout the whole of them; and that doctrine is, in the Editor's be- lief, identical with "the faith once delivered unto the Saints," and now inculcated by the Reformed Catholic Communion, at the Altar of which it is his blessed privilege to minister. Rectory of S. James the Less, Christmas, 1858. JE iDYENT. HYMN 1. TTAEK! an awful voice is sounding; "Christ is nigh!" it seems to say, " Cast away the dreams of darkness, ye children of the day !" Wakened by the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise ; Christ, her Sun, all ill dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. Lo ! the Lamb, so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heaven Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all, to be forgiven. 14 ADVENT. So when next He comes in glory, Girding earth with fear and woe : May He with His mercy shield us From our guilt and ghostly foe. Honor, glory, virtue, merit To the Father, and the Son, With the Everlasting Spirit, While eternal ages run. HYMN 2. THOU, Who Thine Own Father's Breast Forsaking, Word Sublime, Didst come to aid a world distrest In Thy appointed time : Oar hearts enlighten with Thy ray, And kindle with Thy love, That, dead to earthly things, wft may Live but to things above. ADVENT. 15 So when before Thy judgment-throne Our trial-day shall come, When hidden deeds and thoughts, made known, Shall meet a righteous doom, Safe from the black and fiery flood That sweeps the dread abyss, May we behold the Face of God In everlasting bliss. To Father, Sox, and Holt Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory ; as it w r as, is now, And shall be evermore. HYMN 3. JJEHOLD! the Advent of our God Our prayers must now employ, And we must meet Him on His road With hymns of holy joy. 16 ADVENT. Behold! the Everlasting Son Incarnate now shall be; He will a servant's form put on To make His people free. Gentle and meek He comes; arise, Sion, behold thy King, And haste to meet Him, nor despise The peace He deigns to bring. He shall return the Judge e'en now On clouds with lightning riven, And His Own Body, left below, In triumph bear to heaven. Let crimes, the brood of night, depart From the approaching morn ; And the old Adam of the heart Before the newly born. To Father, Son, and Holt Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. ADVENT. 17 HYMN 4. QOME, Saviour, long expected, Born to set Thy people free; From our guilt and fear protected, We shall find our rest in Thee. Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the saints Thou art; Blest Desire of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart. Born Thy people to deliver. Born a Child, and yet a King; Born to reign in us forever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. By Thine Own Eternal Spirit, In our hearts rule Thou alone ; By Thine all-sufficient merit, Baise us to Thy glorious throne. 2* 18 ADYENT. HYMN 5. JfyJAKER of heaven, Eternal Light Of all who do believe, Saviour from sorrows infinite, Jesu, these prayers receive. Who, sooner than our foe malign Should triumph, from above Didst come, to be the Medicine Of a sick world, in love ; And, the deep wounds to cleanse and cure Of a whole race, didst go, Pure Victim, from a Virgin pure, The bitter cross unto. Who hast a Name and hast a Power The height and depth to sway, And angels bow, and devils cower, In rev'rence, or dismay. Thou, too, shalt be our Judge at length ; Lord, in Thy grace bestow The weapons of celestial strength, And snatch us from the foe. ADVENT. 19 Honor and glory, power and praise To Father, and to Son, And Holt Ghost be paid always, The Eternal Three in One. HYMN 6. F)AY of wrath! — that awful day Shall the banner'd cross display, When His coming shall be nigh Who shall all things judge and try! When the trumpet's thrilling tone Summons all before the throne, Shall creation, at the blast, Rise, to answer for the past. Then the volume shall be spread Which shall judge the quick and dead! Then the Judge shall sit! oh ! then All that 's hid shall be made plain. 20 ADVENT. What shall wretched I then plead? Who for me shall intercede? King of dreadful Majesty, Fount of Pity, save Thou me! Bear me, Lord, in heart, I pray, Lest Thou lose me on that day; Weary seeking me wast Thou, Be Thy toils availing now ! Grant me pardon, Lord, I pray, Ere that awful reckoning-day: O'er my crimes I guilty groan, Spare Thy suppliant, Holy One. Full of tears that day shall prove When, from ashes rising, move To the judgment guilty men: Spare, Thou God of Mercy, then ! Naught of Thee my prayers can claim Save in Thy free mercy's name ; With Thy sheep my place assign, Set me on Thy right with Thine. ADVENT. 21 When the lost to flames are given, Call me with the blest to heaven ! Lord all-pitying, — Jesu Blest! Grant me Thine eternal rest. HYMN 7. A ND now, with shades of night opprest, Our weary limbs are laid at rest, The faithful soul shall wake and weep, And unto Thee her vigils keep. Health of the world, the Father's Word, By Whom our untold prayers are heard, Desire of nations, hear our sighs, And raise us from our miseries. Why do Thy wheels so long delay? Come Thou, and cast our chains away, And ope the heavenly doors again Which Adam's crime hath closed amain. 22 ADVENT. Praise to the Son, Who cometh down To make lost man again His Own; Praise be, throughout the days of heaven, To Father, and to Spirit given. HYMN 8. QN 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. E'en now the air, the sea, the land Feel that their Maker is at hand; The very elements rejoice, And welcome Him with cheerful voice. Then cleans'd be every Christian breast, And furnish'd for so great a Guest; Yea, let us each our hearts prepare For Christ to come and enter there. ADVENT. 23 For Thou art our Salvation, Lord, Our Refuge, and our great Reward ; Without Thy grace our souls must fade, And wither like a flower decay 'd. Stretch forth Thine hand to heal our sore, And make us rise, to fall no more ; Upon Thy pardon'd people shine, And fill the world with grace divine. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and heaven adore, Be glory ; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. CHRISTMAS. OHEISTMAS EVE. HYMN 9. TARK! the herald angels sing. Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil'd! Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th' angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem ! Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, Christ, the Everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb! CHRISTMAS. Z& Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see; Hail, Incarnate Deity ! Pleas'd as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel. Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace ! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in His wings. 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 ! Glory to the Father be," Glory, Virgin-born, to Thee; Glory to the Holy Ghost, Prais'd by men, and heav'nly host. 26 CHRISTMAS. HYMN 10. T\THXLE shepherds watch'd 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 display'd, All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Address'd their joyful song: CHRISTMAS. 27 "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace; Good-will henceforth from heav'n to men Begin, and never cease." CHEISTMAS DAY. HYMN 11. Y^ faithful, approach ye, Rejoicing, triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten with glad accord : come, and behold Him, Born the King of angels ; come, let us adore Him, come, let us adore Him, come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. He, True God of True God, Light of Light Eternal, The womb of a Virgin hath not abhorr'd : The Son, of the Father Begotten, not created : come, let us adore Him, &c. &c. 28 CHRISTMAS. Sing, ye choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Through heaven's wide courts be your praises pour'd ; To God in the highest Be glory, be glory ; come, let us adore Him, &c. &c. Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning; Jesu, for ages be Thy Name ador'd : The Word of the Father Late in flesh appearing : come, let us adore Him, &c. &c. HYMN 12. JESU, Redeemer of the world, Who, e'er the earliest dawn of light, Wast from eternal ages born, Immense in glory as in might: CHRISTMAS. 29 Immortal Hope of all mankind, In Whom the Father's Face we see, Hear Thou the pray'rs Thy people pour This day throughout the world to Thee. Remember, Creator Lord, That in the Virgin's sacred womb Thou wast conceived, and of her flesh Didst our mortality assume. This ever blest recurring day Its witness bears that all alone From Thine Own Father's Bosom Thou, To save a sinful world, cam'st down. To this great day the seas, and sky, Earth, heav'n itself, glad welcome sing — The day which heal'd our misery, And brought to earth Salvation's King. We too, dear Lord, who have been cleans'd In Thine Own Fount of Blood Divine, Offer the tribute of sweet song Oa this Blest Natal D ly of Thine. 3* CHRISTMAS. Jesu, Source of life and light, Immortal glory be to Thee ; Praise to the Father Infinite, And Holy Ghost, eternally. HYMN 13. TTIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic throng; For angels no such love have known T' awake a cheerful song. Good-will to sinful men is shown, And peace on earth is giv'n; For, lo ! th' Incarnate Saviour comes With messages from heav'n. Justice and grace, in sweet accord, His rising beams adorn ; Let heav'n and earth in concert join, "To us a Child is born." CHRISTMAS. 31 Glory to God in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid ; His glory by our lips proclaim'd, And by our lives displayed. When shall we reach those blissful realms Where Christ exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir Their own immortal strains? S. STEPHEN'S DAY. HYMN 14. J^IGHTFUL prince of martyrs thou, Bind thy crown about thy brow; Fairer far than fading wreath Weave we this, thy crown of death. Like a gem each rugged stone, Sparkling with thy life-blood, shone; Nor could stars more brightly shine, Studded round thy head divine. 32 CHRISTMAS. From thy forehead's gushing streams Dart a thousand blending beams, Till thy glowing countenance Lightens as an angel's glance. Thou the first-slain victim free To Him, the Victim slain for thee : Thou the first thy Lord to own, Sharer of His thorny crown; First to tread the pointed road Through the deep Red Sea of blood : Prince of martyrs, thee behind What a countless army wind ! Glory to the Father be, Glory, Virgin-born, to Thee; Glory to the Holy Ghost, Prais'd by men and heav'nly host. HYMN 15. TTOLY love towards her foes In mysterious channels flows; Bow'd to soothe, or steel'd to blame, Holy love is still the same. CHRISTMAS. 33 Pleader for himself he stood : Now he falls, and yet his blood From the ground for mercy cries, Pleading for his enemies. God from heav'n His martyr heard — Heard, and bless'd his dying word : Saul, the murd'rer, standing by, Saul was granted to that cry. Thus he bow'd his drooping head, Thus his joyous spirit fled: " Jesu, Lord," his ofFring free, "Take the life I owe to Thee." Death, kind angel, watching nigh, Sweetly clos'd his tranquil eye; Whilst the spirit wing d her flight To the realms of endless light. b* Glory to the Father be, Glory, Virgin-born, to Thee; Glory to the Holy Ghost, Prais'd by men and heav'nly host. 34 CHRISTMAS. S. JOHN THE EVANGELIST. HYMN 16. J>ELOV'D disciple of thy Lord, Wast thou to exile driven? never, sure, thy spirit soar'd With fleeter wings to heaven. He Who was dead and is alive Then cheer'd thine eyes again; The Lion, strong with death to strive, The Lamb, for sinners slain. Oh, then the myst'ries were unfurl'd Of His triumphant reign, How martyr blood through all the world His kingdom should maintain. Then grant us, Lord, with Thee to die, With Thee again to rise; With Thee from this vain world to fly, To meet Thee in the skies. And now to Him Who vanquish'd death, And shows the way to heaven, To Christ from ev'ry human breath Be endless praises given. CHRISTMAS. 35 HYMN 17. Q GOD, Who gav'st Thy servant grace, Amid the storms of life distrest, To look on Thine Incarnate Face, And lean on Thy protecting Breast; To see the light that dimly shone, Eclips'd for us in sorrow pale, Pure Image of th' Eternal Oxe! Through shadows of Thy mortal veil; Be ours, King of Mercy, still To feel Thy presence from above, And in Thy word, and in Thy will, To hear Thy voice, and know Thy love ; And when the toils of life are done, And nature waits Thy dread decree, To find our rest beneath Thy throne, And look, in humble hope, to Thee. To Jesus, Source of life and light, All honor, praise, and glory be; To God the Father Infinite, And Holt Ghost, eternally. 36 CHRISTMAS. THE HOLY INNOCENTS. HYMN 18. T ITTLE flowers of martyrdom, Whom the ruthless sword hath torn, On the threshold of the morn, Rosebuds by the whirlwind shorn ! All regardless of their doom, 'Neath the altar where they lay, Jesu's tenderest victims, they With their palm and chaplets play. Tyrant! what avails their tomb? Infant born of Mother-Maid, He shall 'scape the bloody blade Which hath many childless made. Thus the type of Him to come, Saviour of lost Israel, Moses 'scap'd, the tyrant fell, Guarded by th' Invisible. Jesu, born of Virgin's womb, Father, Spirit, One and Three, Sing we glory unto Thee, Sing we everlastingly. CHRISTMAS. 37 HYMN 19. A S the wolf in fierceness sore Falls on lambs o'er fold and fence, Thus the tyrant, lost to sense, Falls on helpless innocence. And the cradles flow with gore : God of gods ! shall he withstand ? One he seeks in that young band, One escapes his murd'rous hand. Mourning mothers, weep no more ! Weep no more your pledges torn ; Surely now in endless morn They attend the Virgin-born. Virgin-born whom we adore, Father, Spirit, One and Three, Sing we glory unto Thee, Sing we everlastingly. 38 CHRISTMAS. EVE OF THE CIRCUMCISION. HYMN 20. 5 THIS for conq'ring kings to gain Glory o'er their myriads slain : Jesu, Thy more glorious strife Hath restor'd a world to life. So no other Name is given Unto mortals under heaven, Which can make the dead to rise, And exalt them to the skies. That which Christ so hardly wrought, That which He so dearly bought, That salvation, mortals, say, Will ye madly cast away? Rather gladly for that Name Bear the cross, endure the shame ; Joyfully for Him to die Is not death, but victory. Dost Thou, Jesu, condescend To be called the sinners' Friend? To our prayer propitious be While we make our boast of Thee. CHRISTMAS. Glory to the Heavenly Kixg ; Glory, all ye angels, sing ; Glory to the Father, Sox, And Blest Spirit, Three in Oxe. HYMN 21. f\ HAPPY day, when first was pour'd The Blood of our Redeeming Lord ! happy day, when first began His sufferings for sinful man ! Just entered on this w r orld of woe, His Blood already learned to flow : His future death was thus expressed, And thus His early love confessed. From heaven descending, to fulfil The mandates of His Father's will, E'en now behold the Victim lie, The Lamb of God, prepared to die : 40 CHRISTMAS. Beneath the knife behold the Child, The Innocent, the Undefiled; For captives He the ransom pays, For lawless man the law obeys. Lord, circumcise our hearts, we pray ; Our fleshly natures purge away ; Thy Name, Thy Likeness may they bear: Yea, stamp Thy holy Image there ! The Father's Name we loudly raise, The Son, the Virgin-born we praise ; The Holy Ghost we all adore, One God, both now and evermore. FEAST OF THE CIBCUMCISIOK HYMN 22. TPHE year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. CHRISTMAS. 41 Art thou a child of tears, Cradled in care and woe? And seems it hard thy tender years Few of youth's joys can show? And fall the sounds of mirth Sad on thy lonely heart ? From all the hopes and charms of earth Untimely eall'd to part? Look here and hold thy peace : The Giver of all good E'en from the womb takes no release From suff'ring, tears, and blood. If thou wouldst reap in. love, First sow in holy fear : So life a winter's morn may prove To a bright endless year. 4* EPIPHANY. EYE OF THE EPIPHANY. HYMN 23. ^I^HAT star is this, with beams so bright, Which shames the suns less radiant light? 'Tis sent to announce a new-born King, Glad tidings of our God to bring. 'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed — " From Jacob shall a star proceed :" And lo ! the Eastern sages stand, To read in heaven the Lord's command. While outward signs the star displays, An inward light the Lord conveys, And urges them, with force benign, To seek the Giver of the sign. EPIPHANY. 43 True love can brook no dull delay — Through toils and dangers lies their way; And yet their home, their friends, their all They leave at once, at God's high call. Oh, while the star of heavenly grace Invites us, Lord, to seek Thy Face, May we no more that grace repel, Or quench that light which shines so well. EPIPHANY. HYMN 24. pRAISE God, Who sent His guiding star To shed its hopeful beams afar, As once His fiery pillar's light Led Israel in their toilsome flight. Where all in Gentile darkness lay, The Eastern sages track'd its ray, And while in faith they journey 'd on, O'er Bethlehem's lowly walls it shone. 44 EPIPHANY. First-fruits of all the Gentile race, They sought the Saviour's resting-place, And worshipp'd with their costly store Their new-born Lord, unknown before. may we too, with off 'rings meet, Be found at our Kedeemer's Feet, With richer gifts than theirs of old, Of incense, myrrh, and shining gold. We, by the chosen people's sin, On the True Vine are grafted in; Our heart's best homage let us give To Him Whose Mercy bade us live. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, angelic host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HYMN 25. "PAIR as a beauteous, tender flower Amidst the desert grows, So, slighted by a rebel race, The heavenly Saviour rose. EPIPHANY. 45 Rejected and despised of men! Behold a Man of woe ! Grief was His close companion still Through all His life below. Yet all the griefs He felt were ours, Ours were the woes He bore; Pangs, not His Own, His Spotless Soul With bitter anguish tore. His Sacred Blood hath wash'd our souls From sin's polluted stain; His Stripes have healed us, and His Death Reviv'd our souls again. We all like sheep had gone astray In ruin's fatal road ; On Him were our transgressions laid, He bore the mighty load. He died to bear the guilt of men, That sin might be forgiven : He lives to bless them, and defend, And plead their cause in heaven. 46 EPIPHANY. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory ; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. HYMN 26. TN duty and in suffering too, Lord, we Thy steps would trace; As Thou hast done, so would we do, Depending on Thy grace. With earnest zeal 'twas Thy delight To do Thy Father's will : may that zeal our souls excite, Thy precepts to fulfil! As one with Thee, may holy love Through all our conduct shine ! And thus our lives shall ever prove That we, Lord, are Thine. EPIPHANY. 47 Supported by Almighty grace, We '11 tread the heavenly road, And still Thy Sacred Footsteps trace, And rise to Thine abode. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. HYMN 27. jVJOW Jesus lifts His prayer on high, Emerging from the stream; And, lo ! descending from the sky, The Spirit's radiant beam. Swift moving, like a beauteous dove, It rests on Him alone : "This," saith the voice of God above, "Is My Beloved Sox." 48 EPIPHANY. So those on whom is duly pour'd The blest baptismal wave, They too are children of the Lord, They too may ask and have. Theirs is the holy purity And meekness of the dove : To them the Holy Ghost is nigh, To fill their souls with love. If Thou, Lord, hast removed our stain In that most holy flood, May no fresh sin destroy again The cleansing of Thy Blood ! Praise to the Son, through Whom alone Our stains of guilt are lost : Like praise be to the Father done, And to the Holy Ghost. EPIPHANY. 49 HYMN 28. A LLELUIA ! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! Alleluia! thou repeatest, Angel-host, these notes of love, This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move. Alleluia! Church Victorious, Join the concert of the sky ! Alleluia! bright and glorious, Lift, ye saints, this strain on high ! We, poor exiles, Join not yet your melody. Alleluia! strains of gladness Suit not souls with anguish torn: Alleluia! sounds of sadness Best become our state forlorn : Our offences We w r ith bitter tears must mourn. 5 50 EPIPHANY. But our earnest supplication , Holy God, we raise to Thee : Visit us with Thy Salvation, Make us all Thy joys to see! Alleluia! Ours at length this strain shall be. HYMN 29. TN stature grows the Heavenly Child, With death before His Eyes; A Lamb unblemish'd, Meek and Mild, Prepared for sacrifice. The Son of God His Glory hides, With parents mean and poor, And He Who made the heavens, abides In dwelling-place obscure. Those Mighty Hands that stay the sky, No earthly toil refuse; And He Who set the stars on high, An humble trade pursues. EPIPHANY. 51 He before Whom the angels stand. At Whose behest they fly, Now yields Himself to man's command, And lays His Glory by. The Father's Name we loudly raise, The Sox we all adore; The Holy Ghost, Oxe God, we praise, Both now and evermore. HYMN 30. JESUS, the only thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy Face to see, And in Thy Presence rest. No sound, no harmony so gay Can art or music frame ; No thoughts can reach, no words can say The sweets of Thy Blest Name. EPIPHANY. Jesus ! our Hope when we repent, Sweet Source of all our grace; y Sole Comfort in our banishment; Oh ! what, when Face to face ! Jesus! that Name inspires my mind With springs of life and light : More than I ask in Thee I find, And lavish in delight. No art or eloquence of man Can tell the joys of love; Only the saints can understand What they in Jesus prove. Thee, Jesus, then, I '11 ever sing, In Thee alone rejoice; To Thee my grateful tribute bring, And own Thee all my choice. EPIPHANY. 53 HYMN 31. 'THEE, Lord, I '11 seek, retired apart, From world and business free; When these shall knock I '11 shut my heart, And keep it all for Thee. Before the morning light I '11 come, With Magdalen, to find, In sighs and tears, my Jesu's tomb, And there refresh my mind. My tears upon His grave shall flow, My sighs the garden fill; Then at His Feet myself I'll throw, And there I '11 seek His will. Jesus, in Thy Bless'd Steps I '11 tread, And walk in all Thy ways; I '11 never cease to weep and plead Till I 'm restored to grace. Thee, Jesus, then, I '11 ever sing, In Thee alone rejoice; To Thee my grateful tribute bring, And own Thee all my choice. 5* ' 54 EPIPHANY. HYMN 32. KING of Love! Thy blessed fire Doth such sweet flames excite, That first it raises the desire, Then fills us with delight. Thy lovely Presence shines so clear Thro' every sense and way, That souls, which once have seen Thee near, See all things else decay. Come, then, Dear Lord, possess my heart, Chase hence the shades of night; Come, pierce it with Thy flaming dart, And ever shining light. Thee, Jesus ! then, Fll ever sing, In Thee alone rejoice; To Thee my grateful tribute bring, And own Thee all my choice. 55 SEPTUAGESIMA. HYMN 33. THOU, Great Creator, art possess'd, And Thou alone, of endless rest; To angels only it belongs To lift to Thee their ceaseless songs. But we must toil and toil again, With ceaseless woe and endless pain ; How then can we, in exile drear, Lift the glad song of glory here ? Oh, Thou, Who wilt forgiving be, To all who truly turn to Thee, Grant us to mourn the hapless cause Of all our woe, Thy broken laws ! Then to such salutary grief Let Faith and Hope bring due relief, And we, too, shall be soon possess'd Of ceaseless songs, of endless rest. To God the Father, God the Son, And Holy Ghost, be glory done; Let equal praise to Each be given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. 56 SEXAGESIMA. HYMN 34. QUR God in His Celestial Seat, In glory and in power complete. To make that power and glory known, Lays the round world's foundation-stone. The elements before unmade, Are now in beauteous order laid; And wondrous harmony they raise, To celebrate their Maker's praise. But e'en while thus the world comes forth, In all the beauty of its birth, His Mind hath in Itself unfurl'd Another and a nobler world. Its Builder is His Only Son, In grace and love it is begun ; 'Tis carried on through every age By His Own Word, the Gospel page. In heaven at length, when time is o'er, 'Twill stand complete, to move no more; Made meet for such a bless'd abode, Meet for the dwelling-place of God. QUINQUAGESIMA. 57 Oh, God the Father, God the Sox, And God the Spirit, Three in One ; Preserve, direct, maintain in love, The world below, and world above ! QUINQUAGESIMA. HYMN 35. OH, ye, who followed Christ in love, While yet He dwelt in realms above ; First children of Almighty grace, First fathers of the faithful race ! Oh how can words of equal worth, The wonders of your faith set forth ! Or tell of all your panting sighs, Which hope uplifted to the skies ! In dreary exile here below, Ye found the world an empty show ; On real delights ye fixed your love, Not here below, but there above. 58 QUINQUAGESIMA. The heart, God, that loves Thee well, Still longs with Thee in peace to dwell ; Forbid, Lord, our souls to roam, And fix them on our future home. Praise to the Father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One ; Eternal praise to Each be given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. LENT. HYMN 36. 'THE solemn season calls us now A holy fast to keep : And see within the temple how Both priest and people weep. But come not thou with tears alone, Or outward form of prayer; But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there. Thy breast to beat, thy clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee ; Thy stubborn soul He bids thee bend In true humility. 60 LENT. Oh! let us, then, with heartfelt grief, Draw near unto our God, And pray to Him to grant relief, And stay th' uplifted rod. Righteous Judge, if Thou w r ilt deign To grant us all we need, We pray for time to turn again, And grace to turn indeed. Blest Three in One, with grief sincere To Thee we humbly pray, That fruits of mercy may appear To bless this fasting-day. HYMN 37. r)EAR Lord! and dost Thou bid me come, And share with Thee Thy lone abode — Stay with Thee in Thy desert home, And tread with Thee Lent's rocky road? LENT. Gl Then lead me to the still retreat That closed around Thy forty days; Alone and prostrate at Thy Feet, Teach me what song my heart should raise. Alone with Thee, no grief is pain ; Away from Thee, all joy is woe; My greatest loss I count a gain If where Thou goest I may go. Oh! let me through this sacred tide In each denial look at Thee, Feel Thou art walking by my side, And death will be no death to me. HYMN 38. F ORD, when we bend before Thy Throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And shun what we deplore. 6 G2 LENT. Our contrite spirits, pitying, see; True penitence impart; And let a healing ray from Thee Beam hope on ev'ry heart. When we disclose our wants in prayer May we our wills resign, And not a wish our bosoms share Which is not wholly Thine. In meek submission to Thy will Let ev'ry prayer arise; And teach us, Lord, 'tis goodness still That grants it, or denies. To praise the Father, and the Son, And Spirit, All Diyine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join. LENT. 63 HYMN 39. 'THOU Gracious Author of our days. Oh ! may Thine Ears be bent Unto the mournful prayer we raise In this, our fast of Lent. Thou, the heart-searching God, must know How vile and weak we be ; But, Lord, do Thou Thy mercy show, And draw us back to Thee. Great is our sin, and great our shame, But, oh ! do Thou forgive : Help, for the glory of Thy Name, And let poor sinners live. Oh! may our outward abstinence Have such effect within, That we may rescue every sense From every stain of sin. Blest Three in One, with grief sincere To Thee we humbly pray, That fruits of mercy may appear To bless this fasting-day. 64 LENT. HYMN 40. Q LORD, turn not Thy Face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life With tears and bitter cry. Thy mercy-gates are open wide To them that mourn their sin; Oh ! shut them not against us, Lord, But let us enter in. Oh ! call us not to strict account How we have sojourn'd here; For then our guilty conscience knows How vile we must appear. We need not to confess our fault To Thee, Who best can tell What we have been; and what we are Thou knowest, Lord, full well. Mercy, Lord, mercy we seek; This is our only prayer; In mercy, Lord, is all our hope; Oh ! let Thy mercy spare. LENT. 65 HYMN 41. f^jHRIST leads us through no darker rooms Than He went through before; And he that to His kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, and daily make us meet, Thy Blessed Face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What must Thy Glory be ! Then shall we end our sad complaints, And weary, sinful days; And join with those triumphant saints Who sing the Saviour's praise. Our knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim : Enough for us that He knows all, And we shall be with Him. To Christ, Who came to save the lost, And lead us back to Heaven, With Father and the Holy Ghost, Be praise for ever given. 6* 66 LENT. HYMN 42. TN the Lord's atoning grief Be our rest and sweet relief; Store we deep in heart's recess All the shame and bitterness. Thorns, and Cross, and Nails, and Lance, Wounds, our treasure that enhance, Vinegar, and Gall, and Eeed, And the pang His Soul that freed : May these all our spirits sate, And with love inebriate; In our souls plant virtue's root, And mature its glorious fruit. Crucified! we Thee adore, Thee with all our hearts implore, Us with saintly bands unite In the realms of heav'nly light. Christ! by coward hands betrayed, Christ ! for us a captive made, Christ ! upon the bitter tree Slain for man, be praise to Thee ! LENT. b HYMN 43. "jVTY Blessed Saviour, is Thy love So great, so full, so free? Behold, I give my love, my heart, My life, my all, to Thee. I love Thee for the glorious worth In Thy great Self I see : I love Thee for that shameful Cross Thou hast endured for me. Though in the Very form of God, With heavenly glory crowned, Thou wouldst partake of human flesh, Beset with troubles round. Thou wouldst like wretched man be made, In everything but sin; That we as like Thee might become As we unlike have been : Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love, In every beauteous grace, From glory thus to glory changed As we behold Thy Face. G8 LENT. Lord, I '11 treasure in my soul The memory of Thy love; And Thy dear Name shall still to me A grateful odor prove. HYMN 44. TV/T Y God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby ; Nor because those who love Thee not Must burn eternally. Thou, my Jesu, Thou didst me Upon Thy Cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace, And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony — Yea, death itself; and all for one That was Thine enemy. LENT. G9 Then why, Blessed Jesu Christ, Should I not love Thee well? Not for the hope of winning heaven, Nor of escaping hell; Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward ; But as Thyself hast loved me, ever-loving Lord, E'en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing, Solely because Thou art my God, And my Eternal King. HYMN 45. JJOCK of Ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the Water and the Blood From Thy riv'n Side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath, and make me pure. 70 LENT. Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone : In my hand no price I bring, Simply to Thy Cross I cling. While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy Judgment-Throne, Rock of Ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. HYMN 46. F)ID Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. The Son of God in tears The angels wondering see: Hast thou no wonder, my soul? He shed those tears for thee. LENT. 71 He wept that we might weep, Might weep our sin and shame ; He wept to show His love for us, And bid us love the same. Then tender be our hearts, Our eyes in sorrow dim, Till every tear from every eye Is wiped away by Him. To God the Son, Who came Lost sinners to restore, The Father, and the Holy Ghost, Be glory evermore. HYMN 47. JjORD of Might! Thou God of nations! Thron'd in power above the skies, Let Thy people's supplications To Thy Mercy-seat arise. 72 LENT. Lo, with deep contrition turning, Humbly at Thy Feet we bend; See us fasting, praying, mourning; Hear us, pardon, and defend. Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Loudly for Thy vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding; Jesu's Blood can cleanse from all. Pardon, Lord, our past transgression ; O'er us stretch Thy Saving Hand; Save Thy people from oppression ; Guard Thy Church, and bless our land. PALM SUNDAY. HYMN 48. T) IDE on ! ride on in Majesty ! Hark ! all the tribes Hosanna cry : Saviour Meek, pursue Thy road, With palms and scattered garments strewed. PALM SUNDAY. /o Ride on! ride on in Majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death, and conquered sin. Ride on ! ride on in Majesty ! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching Sacrifice. Ride on! ride on in Majesty! The 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, God, Thy Power, and reign. Reign on! reign on in Majesty! Reign on in triumph, Lord Most High ! We hymn Thee on Thy Throne of love, Almighty King, in realms above. 1 74 HOLY WEEK. HYMN 49. J70RTH goes the Standard of the King, The Sign of signs, the radiant Cross, On which He died, our souls to bring From hell, and from eternal loss. Pierced by the spear, He yielded forth Water and Blood, a mingled tide, That so a well of priceless worth Might spring for sinners from His Side. Then were the wonders plainly shown Which saints of old rejoiced to sing, How of the tree He made a Throne Whereon He reigned a Gracious King. Jesu, Saviour, Master, hail! Thy grace so fill this Passion-time, That saints be strengthened not to fail, And sinners be absolved from crime. God, the Blessed Three in One, From every soul all glory be ! Do Thou reward those who have won, Through Thee, the Cross's victory. HOLY WEEK. iO HYMN 50. JESUS, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th' adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, Oh ! by all Thy pains and woe Suffer d once for man below, Bending from Thy Throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy birth and early years, By Thy human griefs and tears, By Thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness ; By Thy victory in that hour Of the subtle tempter s power, Jesu! look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. By Thine hour of anguish drear, By Thine agony of prayer, By the purple robe of scorn, By Thy Wounds, Thy Crown of Thorns; 76 GOOD FRIDAY. By Thy Cross, Thy pangs and cries, By Thy perfect Sacrifice, Jesu ! look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the seal'd sepulchral stone; By Thy triumph o'er the grave; By Thy power from death to save, Mighty God, ascended Lord, To Thy Throne in heaven restored, Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, Hear our solemn litany. GOOD FRIDAY. HYMN 51. GEE the destin'd day arise; See a willing Sacrifice; Jesus, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful Cross. GOOD FRIDAY. Jesus ! who but Thou had borne, Lifted on that tree of scorn, Every pang and bitter throe, Finishing Thy Life of woe? Who but Thou had dar'd to drain, Steep'd in gall, the cup of pain; And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear? Thence the cleansing water flow'd, Mingled from Thy Side with Blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finish'd Sacrifice. Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that Sacrifice to place All our trust for life renew'd, Pardon'd sin, and promis'd good. 78 GOOD FRIDAY. HYMN 52. JSTOW, my soul, thy voice upraising, Sing aloud, in mournful strain, Of the sorrows most amazing, And the agonizing pain, Which our Saviour Sinless bore, for sinners slain. -; He the ruthless scourge enduring, Ransom for our sins to pay, Sinners by His Own Stripes curing, Raising those who wounded lay, Bore our sorrows, And removed our pains away. He to liberty restored us By the very bonds He bare, And His nail-pierced Limbs afford us Each a Stream of Mercy rare; Us they fasten To the Cross, and keep us there. GOOD FRIDAY. 79 When His painful Life was ended Then the spear transfix'd His Side; Blood and Water thence descended. Pouring forth a double tide : This to cleanse us, That to heal us ; is applied. Jesu, may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford; May we, now Thy love possessing, And at length our full reward, Ever praise Thee, As our ever-glorious Lord. EASTER. EASTEE EVE. HYMN 53. A LL is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, Human taunts, and Satan's spite; Death shall be despoiled, to-morrow, Of the prey he grasps to-night; Yet once more, to seal his doom, Christ must sleep within the tomb. Fierce and deadly was the anguish Which on yonder Cross He bore; How did soul and body languish Till the toil of Death was o'er ! But that toil, so fierce and dread, Bruis'd and crush'd the Serpent's head. EASTER. 81 Close and still the cell that holds Him, While in brief repose He lies; Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, Veil'd awhile from mortal eyes ; Slumber such as needs must be, After hard-won victory. All night long, with plaintive voicing, Chant His requiem soft and low; Loftier strains of loud rejoicing From to-morrow's harp shall flow; Death and Hell at length are slain, Christ hath triumphed, Christ doth reign. EASTEE DAY. HYMN 54. JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day, Alleluia! Our triumphant Holyday, Alleluia! Who did once upon the Cross, Alleluia! Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia ! 82 EASTER. 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 hath procured, Alleluia! Now above the skv He 's King, Alleluia ! Where the angels ever sing, Alleluia! HYMN 55. "PROA! the dark sepulchral gloom See the King of Glory come : See Him now to daylight lead All His saints, from bondage freed. Hence with mourning, hence with tears, Hence with anxious griefs and fears; Death's subduer is not here, Cries His angel-minister. EASTER. 83 That these thoughts of paschal joy Ever may our minds employ. Dead to sin, Thy servants give, Lord, in holiness to live. Now be God the Father prais'd. With the Sosr, in triumph rais'd From the grave, His Glory's Heir, And the Blessed Comforter. HYMN 56. () THOU, the Heaven's Eternal King, Lord of the starry spheres! Who with the Father equal art From everlasting years : All praise to Thy most Holy Name, Who, when the world began, Yoking the soul with clay, didst form In Thine Own Image, man. 84 EASTER. And praise to Thee, Who, when the foe Had marr'd Thy work sublime, Clothing Thyself in flesh, didst mould Our race a second time. Who from the tomb new-born, as from A Virgin born before, Didst then reverse our fallen state, And life to man restore : Eternal Shepherd, Who Thy flock In Thy pure Font dost lave, Where souls are cleansed, and all their £>;uilt Buried, as in a grave : Jesu, Who to the Cross wast nailed, Our countless debt to pay ; Jesu, Who lavishly didst pour Thy Blood for us away: Oh ! from the wretched death of sin Keep us, so shalt Thou be The everlasting Paschal joy Of all new-born to Thee. EASTER. 85 HYMN 57. QOME once more with songs descending, Angels, come, our joy to share; Lo! what pow'r the tomb is rending! Free among Death's captives there Christ is rising; Lo! He leaves the sepulchre! Vain the soldiers watching round Him, Thro' the hours of darkness lone; Vain the jealous care that bound Him Deep within the sealed stone; Vain their madness! All their toil is now undone. If He will, with seals unbroken He can leave the silent tomb; Not more wondrous was the token At His Birth first seen to come, When He issued From the Blessed Virgin's womb. 86 EASTER. Him upon the Cross deriding Did the frantic crowd upbraid, Death's worst pangs for them abiding; Where is now His God? they said; We will own Him If His God but send Him aid. But, to Thee, Thy God and Father, Saviour, was more truly known; Thou the Lamb, Who, slain, didst gather All Thy Father's flock in one; Priest and Victim, Who didst for the world atone. Not the Cross of anguish leaving, Where Thy Love Thy Soul outpoured, But a mightier token giving In that Life to light restored; Now believing, Turn, and own Him Christ the Lord. ** Lord, with Thee in daily dying, May we die, and with Thee rise; EASTER. 87 And our earthly love denying, May we lift to Thee our eyes, Thee adoring, With our hearts above the skies. HYMN 58. QH ! from the world's vile slavery, Almighty Saviour! set me free; And as my treasure is above, Be there my thoughts, be there my love. But oft, alas ! too well I know, My thoughts, my love, are fixed below ; In every lifeless prayer I find The heart unmoved, the absent mind. Oh ! what that frozen heart can move, That melts not at the Saviour's Love ! What can that sluggish spirit raise, That will not sing the Saviour's praise ! 88 EASTER. Lord, draw my best affections hence, Above this world of sin and sense; Cause them to soar beyond the skies, And rest not till to Thee they rise. HYMN 59. PROTECTED by th' Almighty Hand, We traversed safe the sever'd main : No more we see th' Egyptian land, No more we feel the tyrant's chain. Oh! then, to God, with one accord, Be joyful thanks and homage paid; And let us come before the Lord, In robes of innocence arrayed. Yea, let us at His Table meet, And banquet at His Feast of Love : So shall our soul with transport beat, And God's Own Presence sweetly prove. EASTER. 89 Christ is our Paschal-Lamb to-day, To Him the Christian looks for Food : Nor will the avenging angel slay Those who are sprinkled with His Blood. Victim, worthy of the sky, Beneath Whose pow'r death vanquish'd fell, Who saved mankind from misery, And burst the dungeon-gates of hell ! Oh, praise the Father, and the Son Who bids us welcome to the skies, And Holt Ghost, by Whom alone We share the Saviour's Victories. HYMN 60. RATHER of Peace and God of Love, We own Thy power to save; That power by which our Saviour rose Victorious o'er the £rave. 90 EASTER. Him from the dead Thou brought'st again, When, by His Sacred Blood, Confirm'd and seal'd for evermore Th' eternal covenant stood. Oh ! may Thy Spirit seal our souls, And mould them to Thy will, That our weak hearts no more may stray, But keep Thy precepts still. That to perfection's sacred height We nearer still may rise, And all we think, and all we do, Be pleasing in Thine Eyes. Praise be to Father, praise to Son, Blest Spirit, praise to Thee; Glory to God, the Three in One, To God, the One in Three. EASTER. 91 HYMN 61. A FAIRER Sun is risen on earth, To kindle high our Paschal mirth; A purer far than earthly beam Th' Apostles see from Jesus stream. They in His Flesh the Wounds Divine Behold like stars serenely shine; And, faithful witnesses, declare The wondrous sight they gaze on there. Great King of Love, our hearts possess, And with Thy fostering Presence bless; So may our tongues, in ceaseless praise, To Thy Great Name meet anthems raise. Father, to Thee, — to Thee, Son, Who hast o'er death the victory won, With Holy Ghost, One God confest, Be everlasting praise addrest. 92 EASTER. HYMN 62. J>ROUGHT to the Font with holy care, And wash'd from nature's shame, New-born in Christ, we thenceforth bear The Christian's sacred name. Blest privilege : but all in vain Our new and heavenly birth, If we the Truth of God profane, And cleave to things of earth. Lord, we would keep that blest estate, Our threefold vow fulfil ; Submissive at Thine Altar wait, And cleanse our souls from ill. Then daily, Lord, Thy grace impart To aid the grace first given, That love, abiding in the heart, May lift our souls to heaven. Praise be to Father, praise to Son, Blest Spirit, praise to Thee : Glory to God, the Three in Ojste, To God, the One in Three. EASTER. 93 HYMN 63. "W'HEN gathering clouds around we view, When days are dark, and friends are few, May'st Thou be near, Who, not in vain, Experienced every mortal pain, To share our griefs, allay our fears, And count, and treasure up our tears. If aught should tempt our souls to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To flee the good we should pursue, Or do the ill we should not do; Thou, Who know'st temptation's power, Protect us in that dangerous hour. And oh! when we have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, Lord, Unchanging, watch beside Our bed of death, for Thou hast died : Then point to realms of endless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 94 EASTER. HYMN 64. Q JESU, Lord of heavenly grace, Redeemer of our guilty race, To Thee our longing eyes we bend, The saint's Delight, the sinner's Friend! What wondrous love prevailed on Thee The Bearer of our sins to be : Thyself in sacrifice to give, That sinners might not die, but live ! Now crush'd is Satan's doleful reign, And shiver'd is the tyrant's chain; And Thou art in Thy meet Abode, A Conqueror on the Throne of God. Oh ! let Thy Mercy, then, prevail, To heal the losses we bewail: Oh ! cheer us with Thy Beaming Face, Enrich us with Thy gifts of grace. Be Thou our Passage to the skies, Be Thou the Goal before our eyes; Our present Joy, to dry our tears, Our future Prize, for endless years. 95 EVE OF THE ASCENSION. HYMN 65. Q SAVIOUR, Who for man hast trod The wine-press of the wrath of God, Ascend, and claim again on high Thy Glory left for us to die. The radiant clouds are now Thy Seat; The earth lies stretched beneath Thy Feet; Ten thousand thousand angels sing, To welcome their returning King. b The gates of Heaven obey the call, And open to the Lord of all ; His Throne receives th' Eternal Son, Both God and Man, for ever One. '? Our great High Priest and Shepherd, Thou Within the Veil art entered now, To offer there Thy Death and Pain, Lamb, from earth's foundation slain. And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride, With choicest gifts of heav'n supplied, Through all her members draws from Thee Her hidden life of sanctity. 96 THE ASCENSION. Thou, our Lord, of Thy dear care Thy lowly members heavenward bear; Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, With Thee for evermore to reign. ASCENSION-DAY. HYMN 66. TAIL the day that sees Him rise To His Throne above the skies! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends the highest heaven : There the mighty triumph waits; "Lift your heads, eternal gates; Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of Glory in." Circled round with angel-powers, Their Triumphant Lord and ours, Vanquisher of death and sin, Take the King of Glory in ; THE ASCENSION. 97 Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves; Though returned to His Throne, Still He calls mankind His Own. See! He lifts His Hands ahove; See ! He shows the Prints of Love ; Hark ! His gracious Lips bestow Blessings on His Church below; Still for us He intercedes, Still His Death prevailing pleads, Next Himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION-DAY. HYMN 67. ^HE Saviour stood on Olivet; His earthly task was o'er: And wherefore should He linger yet On this world's dreary shore? 9 98 THE ASCENSION. He raised on high His Hands Divine. And blessed His faithful train: Oh. when shall Adam's guilty line Such blessing hear again I Then slowly towards th' expecting sky, The sky's Creator rose : Angelic watchers, rang d on high. Bade Heaven's bright gates uncle- He enter'd in. the Lord of Might, Eternal and Supreme, Whose Presence e'en the Realms of Light Thou Who thus exalted art, On Whom our souls rely. Grant to us now in mind and heart To dwell with Thee on high. And when, at length, redeem'd by Thee, The just from sleep shall rise, With theirs our happy portion be, A home beyond the skies. THE ASCENSION. 99 HYMX 68. IV HEN earthly joys glide swift away, When hopes and comforts flee, When foes beset, and friends betray, I turn, my God, to Thee. Thy Nature, Lord, no change can know; Thy promise still is sure; And ills can ne'er so hopeless grow But Thou canst find a cure. High as Thou art, Thou still art near When suppliants succor crave; And as Thine Ear is swift to hear, Thine Arm is strong; to save. To Father. Sox, and Holy Gb The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 100 WHITSUN-EVE. HYMN 69. QOME, Holt Ghost, Who ever One Art with the Father, and the Son : Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess With Thy full flood of Holiness. Let mouth, and heart, and flesh combine To herald forth our Creed Divine; And love so wrap our mortal frame, Others may catch the living flame. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, angelic host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. WHIT-SUNDAY. HYMN 70. T^HOU Who earnest from above, Bringing Light and shedding Love, Teaching Thy all-perfect Way, Giving Gifts to man to-day : WHIT-SUNDAY. 101 Thou Who once didst change our state. Making us regenerate, Help us evermore to be Faithful subjects unto Thee. Often have we griev'd Thee sore; Never may we grieve Thee more : Thou the feeble canst protect, Thou the wandering direct. x c We are dark — be Thou our Light; We are blind — be Thou our Sight; Be our Comfort in distress, Guide us through the wilderness. Praise the Blessed Three in One; Praise the Father, and the Sox; To the Holy Ghost arise Praise from all below the skies. 9* 102 WHIT-SUNDAY. HYMN 71. QREATOR, Spirit, Lord of Grace, Oh, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And, with Thy Might Celestial, aid The souls of men, whom Thou hast made. Come from Thy Throne of Light above, Thou Comforter, Thou Holy Dove; Come, Oil of Gladness, Cleansing Fire, And Living Spring of pure desire ! Finger of the Hand Divine, The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thine; And, touched by Thee, the lips proclaim All praise to God's most Holy Name. Thou to our souls Thy Light impart, And give Thy Love to every heart; Turn all our weakness into might, Thou, the Source of Life and Light! Protect us from th' assailing foe, And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow; Upheld by Thee, our Strength and Guide, No evil can our steps betide. WHIT-SUNDAY. 103 Spirit of Faith ! on us bestow, The Father, and the Son to know; That with Them we may worship Thee, Eternal One, Eternal Three. HYMN 72. C\ GOD of Holiness and Grace, How blest are they, and only they, Who love Thy Sacred Steps to trace, And strive Thy precepts to obey. Thy law is written in their hearts, Thy service is their best employ ; The Holy Ghost their strength imparts, And fills their souls with peace and joy, Father! we plead that gracious Name, For we are Thine, with all our powers; Thy children's place we humbly claim; Oh ! let their blessedness be ours. 104 WHIT-SUNDAY. By all Thy love, that wondrous love, Which gave Thy Son for us to die, Help us to live for things above, Lead us, through Him, to joys on high. Now to the Father, and the Son, And Holy Ghost, all glory be : All glory to the Three in One, Now, and throughout eternity. TRINITY. TRINITY-SUNDAY. HYMN 73. ■JHRICE Holy God, of wondrous Might, Trinity of Love Divine, To Thee belongs unclouded Light, And everlasting joys are Thine. About Thy Throne dark clouds abound, About Thee shine such dazzling rays, That angels, as they stand around, Are fain to tremble as they gaze. Thy new-born people, gracious Lord, Confess Thee in Thine Own Great Name; By hope they taste the rich reward, Which faith already dares to claim. 106 TRINITY. Father, may we Thy law fulfil ; Blest Son, may we Thy precepts learn; And Thou, Blest Spirit, guide our will, Our feet unto Thy pathway turn. Yea, Father, may Thy will be done, And may we thus Thy Name adore, Together with Thy Blessed Son, And Holy Ghost, for evermore. HYMN 74. RATHER of all, to Thee we raise The tribute of our grateful praise, Who for our double life hast giv'n Bread from the earth, and Bread from Heav'n. Thou too, Jesus, be adored, The only Son, th' Almighty Lord; Who, our Salvation to become, Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb. TRINITY. 107 Who, on the Cross a Victim made, The Ransom of the world hast paid; Through Whom alone, on guilty men, The hope of life has dawn'd again. And Thou, by Whose Almighty aid, The pure and highly favor'd Maid Brought forth Incarnate Deity, Eternal Spirit, praise to Thee. Three Persons, but One God, Whose grace Both forms and saves our human race, With joyful hearts and lips, to Thee We hymn this mighty mystery. To God the Father, with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, Laud, Honour, Glory, Majesty, Both now, and evermore shall be. 108 TRINITY. HYMN 75. J? ATHER of Heaven, Whose Love profound A Ransom for our souls hath found, Before Thv Throne we sinners bend; To us Thy pardoning love extend. Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before Thy Throne we sinners bend; To us Thy saving grace extend. Eternal Spirit, by Whose Breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before Thy Throne we sinners bend; To us Thy quickening power extend. Almighty Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead! Three in One! Before Thy Throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. TRINITY. 109 HYMN 76. JJAIL! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord! Whom Oxe in Three we know, By all Thy Heavenly Host adored, By all Thy Church below. One Undivided Trinity We joyfully proclaim; Thy universe is full of Thee, And speaks Thy glorious Name. Thee, Holy Father, we confess; Thee, Holy Sox, adore; Thee, Spirit of Truth and Holiness, We worship evermore. Three Persons equally Divine We magnify and love; And both the choirs ere long shall join, To sing Thy praise above. Hail! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord! (Our heavenly song shall be), Supreme, Essential Oxe, adored In co-eternal Three. 10 110 TRINITY. HYMN 77. VE 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, Steady the wavering 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. happy servant he, In such attention found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the Banquet spread With His Own Royal Hand, And raise that faithful servant's head Among His angel-band. TRINITY. Ill HYMN 78. F EAD us ! Heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea; Guide us, guard us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but Thee; Yet possessing every blessing, If our God our Father be. Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us, All our weakness Thou dost know; Thou didst tread the earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest woe : Lone and dreary, faint and weary, Through the desert Thou didst go. Spirit of our God descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Love with every feeling blending Pleasures that can never cloy : Thus provided, pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. 112 TRINITY. HYMN 79. QH. help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. Oh, help us when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh, help us, Lord, the more. Oh, help us through the power of faith, More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. Oh, help us, Jesus! from on high, We know no help but Thee ; Oh, help us so to live and die, As Thine in Heaven to be. TRINITY- 113 HYMN SO. 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 luve ! Source of all good! Thou. Gracious Loi Art our exceeding great Reward: How fleeting is our present pain! How boundless our eternal gain! With open face and joyful heart. Oh. may we see Thee as Thou art: May love to Thee for ever glow. May praise to Thee for ever flow. Thy never failing grace to prove, A pledge of Thine eternal Love. Send down Thy Holy Ghost, to be The Lifter of our souls to Thee. 10" 114 TRINITY. HYMN 81. O HOLY GHOST! Thou God of Peace, Pity Thy Church, now rent in twain ; Bid our sad strife and schism cease, And let us all be one again. One with our brethren here in love, And one with Saints that are at rest, And one with angel-hosts above, And one with God for ever Blest. Oh! make on earth all Churches one, All one with Churches gone before ; All knit in sweet communion, To love Thee, worship, and adore. For love is life, and life is love, And Thou Thyself art Love and Life, And we in Thee shall live and move If Thou wilt keep us free from strife. TRINITY. 115 HYMN 82. Q FATHER, Who didst all things make, That heaven and earth might do Thy will, Bless us, we pray, for Jesu's sake, And for Thy work preserve us still. Son, Who didst redeem mankind, And set us captive sinners free ; Keep us, we pray, with peaceful mind, That we may safe abide with Thee. Holy Ghost, Who by Thy power Thy Church Elect dost sanctify, Save us, we pray, and hour by hour, Our hearts and members purify. HYMN 83. Q THOU from Whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me. 116 TRINITY. When on my aching, burdened heart. My sins lie heavily, Thy Pardon speak, Thy Peace impart; In love, remember me. When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, Oh, let my strength be as my day, For good, remember me. If worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble frame should be, Give patience, rest, and kind relief; Hear, and remember me. If on my face, for Thy loved Name, Shame and reproaches be, All hail reproach, and welcome shame, If Thou remember me. When in the solemn hour of death, I wait Thy just decree, Saviour, with my last parting breath I '11 pray, remember me. TRINITY. 117 HYMN 84. [. ORD, ever here my rest shall be, Close to Thy Bleeding Side; This all my hope, and all my plea, For me the Saviour died. My dying Saviour and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin ; Sprinkle me ever with Thy Blood, And cleanse, and keep me clean. Wash me, and make me thus Thine Own, Wash me, and mine Thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart. HYMN 85. THOU, to Whose All-searching Sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee ; Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free! 118 TRINITY. Wash out its stains, refine its dross. Nail my affections to the Cross; Hallow each thought, let all within Be clean, and pure, and free from sin. If in this darksome wild I stray, Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way; No foes, no violence I fear, While Thou, my Lord and God, art near. When rising floods my soul overflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, Thy gracious aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Saviour, where'er Thy Steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I'll follow Thee ! Oh, let Thy Hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill. If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day : Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is rest, and joy, and peace. TRINITY. 119 HYMN 86. TESU, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy Bosom fly, While the troubled waters roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide me, my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the Haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, oh! 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 cleanse from every sin : Let the Healing Streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. 120 TRINITY. Thou of Life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee : Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. HYMN 87. Q JESU, Lord of Heavenly Grace, Thou Brightness of the Father's Face, Thou Fountain of Eternal Light, Whose Beams disperse the shades of night! Come, Holy Sun of Heavenly Love, Shower down Thy radiance from above, And to our inward hearts convey Thy Holt Spirit's cloudless ray. May faith, deep rooted in the soul, Subdue our flesh, our minds control; May guile depart, and discord cease, And all within be joy and peace. TRINITY. 121 HYMN 88. TN mercy, Lord, do Thou our hearts To Thine obedience turn; Behold our tears, receive our prayers, Nor let Thine anger burn. '-> Thy gracious Favour, Lord, display, Which we have long implor'd; And, for Thy wondrous Mercy's sake, Thy promis'd aid afford. Since Mercy now with Truth is join'd, And Righteousness with Peace, Salvation shall Thy saints surround, And cause their fears to cease. Great Author of all Righteousness, Who peace on earth restor'd, Grant us Thy grace, that we no more Transgress Thy Holy Word. 11 122 TRINITY. HYMN 89. Q THOU, Whose Throne is hid from men By more than earthly rays, Before Whose Face e'en Seraphs shrink, And tremble as they gaze : Here we, Thy people, sit forlorn, In darkness doom'd to dwell, But soon Thy bright Eternal Day That darkness shall dispel. But ah ! too long Thou lingerest That long expected Day : For why, this body's toilsome load Must first be cast away. But when my soul hath ta'en her flight, From earthly bonds set free, To see Thee, love Thee, praise Thy Name, Her endless task shall be. Oh, may we so, Blest Three in One, Thy present Light improve, That we hereafter may enjoy Thy glorious Beams above. TRINITY. 123 HYMN 90. gOURCE of Light and Life Divine, Thou didst cause the light to shine; Thou didst bring Thy sunbeams forth O'er Thy new-created earth. Shade of night and morning ray Took from Thee the name of day; Now again the shades are nigh ; Listen to our mournful cry. May we ne'er, by guilt deprest, Lose the way to endless rest; May no thoughts impure and vain Draw our souls to earth again. Rather lift them to the skies, Where our much-loved treasure lies; Help us in our daily strife, Make us struggle into life. Holt Father, Holy Sox, Holy Spirit, Three in Oxe, Praise and glory be to Thee, Now, and for eternity. 124 TRINITY. HYMN 91. O THOU that hearest prayer. To Thee in faith I call: Thou know'st my frailty and my fear ; Uphold me, lest I fall. In thought, and deed, and word, From evil keep me free, And visit with Salvation, Lord, The soul that trusts in Thee. Here let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove : Shine on my soul, my footsteps guide, And bless me with Thy Love. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit, glory be; As 'twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity. TRINITY. 125 HYMN 92. f\ LORD, Thy suppliant people see, And own our humble claim, Who bring our ev'ry want to Thee, And plead the Saviour's Name. But since a vain, rebellious will May turn our hearts astray, In mercy, Lord, refuse the ill For which we blindly pray. Teach us to know and choose the good. All else to fear and flee ; Help us to trust the Saviour's Blood, And cast our care on Thee. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 11* 126 TRINITY. 1LYMN TOLY Jesus! S When by passion b Through this world of sin we stray. Thou to guide us art the Way. - ! when like ni r cloude Through the 4 mists vl* sin to shine. Thou dost rise, the Truth Divine! Holt Jesus! when our power Fails us in temptation's hoar, All unequal to th< Thou to aid us art the Life. Who would reach his Heavenly H Who would to the Father cc»: And His glorious Presence see, Jesus! he must come by Tb Channel of the Father's Giv Imag . the Father's Face! Savioub Blest! Incarnate Son! With the Father Thou art One. TRINITY. 127 HYMN 94. T ESU! whene'er Thy [g turned to look on me, The morning star breaks out on hi And all the shadows flee. The mists which gather round my mind, And veil my si X The aching doubt, the thought unkin Before Thy IV Jesu ! whene'er I would repine Upon Thy narrow Way, re one tender Look of Thine The shadows flee away. And when sometimes my fragile I Would be ashamed of Thee, Then, from Thy radiant Throne aoo\ My Saviour, look on me. Oh! ever keep Thy Sacred Eye Upon my fitful day; Until, in yonder Home on high, All shadows flee away. 128 TRINITY. HYMN 95. TESU! Refuge of the weary, Object of our spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Saviour from the world above : Oh! how oft Thine Eyes, offended, Gaze upon the sinner's fall; Yet Thou, on the Cross extended, Bore the penalty of all. Still we pass that Cross in scorn, Breathing no repentant vow, Though from 'neath the circling thorn Dropped the Blood-Sweat of Thy Brow. Yet Thy sinless Death hath bought us Life eternal, Peace, and Rest; What Thy grace alone hath taught us Calms our weary, stormy breast. Jesu! would our hearts were burning With more fervent love for Thee; Would our eyes were ever turning To Thy Cross of agony. J c TRINITY. 129 So, in pain and rapture blending, Might our fading eyes grow dim, While the freed heart rose, ascending To the circling Cherubim. Then in glory, parted never From the Blessed Saviour's Side, Graven on our hearts for ever, Be the Cross and Crucified. HYMN 96. OH! what if we are Christ's Is earthly shame or loss ! Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross. Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood ; Christ's SufFrings shared below. 130 TRINITY. Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the Bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love. Lord! may that grace be ours, Ever like them to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain, May be our portion here : Enough if Thou at last The Word of Blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy Feet, Where saints and angels live. HYMN 97. Q-RACIOUS Spirit, Love Divine, Let Thy Light around us shine; All our guilty fears remove; Fill us with Thy Peace and Love. TRINITY. 131 Pardon to the contrite give; Bid the wounded sinner live ; Lead us to the Lamb of God; Wash us in His Precious Blood. Earnest Thou of Heavenly Best, Comfort every troubled breast ! Life and joy to all impart, Sanctifying, Lord, each heart. Guardian Spirit ! lest we stray, Keep us in the narrow Way; Bring us to Thy Courts above, Realm of Light and endless Love. HYMN 98. LORD of Mercy and of Might! Of mankind the Life and Light! Maker, Teacher Infinite! Jesus! hear and save. 132 TRINITY. Who, when sin's tremendous doom Gave Creation to the tomb, Didst not scorn the Virgin's womb, Jesus! hear and save. Great Creator, Saviour Mild ! Humbled to a Mortal Child ! Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus! hear and save. Borne aloft on angels' wings, Throned above celestial things, Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus! hear and save. Who shall yet return from high, Robed in Might and Majesty, Hear us! help us when we cry! Jesus! hear and save. TRINITY. 133 HYMN 99. T^HEN storms and tempests o'er us roll, Our hope is in the skies; To Thee, God, our anxious soul And earnest prayers arise. Thou, Father, dost Thine Aid afford Before the prayer is made; In all our weakness, gracious Lord, Thy Strength is still displayed. The suff'rings that our souls oppress Thy Mightier Hand shall cure, And Thine avenging Arm redress The wrongs we now endure. u'- Oh, then what full success shall smile On all our labors past ! Who would not gladly weep awhile, To reap such joys at last! To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One Mighty God of Heav'n, All glory by the angel-host, And saints on earth be giv'n. 12 134 TRINITY. HYMN 100. Q LORD! how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to Thee : On Thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength Thy Grace supplies. How sweet within Thy Holy Place With one accord to sing Thy Grace, Besieging Thine attentive Ear With all the force of fervent prayer. Oh, may we love the House of God, Of peace and joy the blest Abode! Oh, may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy! The world without may rage, but we Will cling but closer still to Thee ; With hearts to Thee more wholly giv'n, More wean'd from earth, more fix'd on heav'n. Lord, shower upon us from above The sacred gift of mutual love : Each other's wants may we supply, And reign together in the sky. TRINITY. 135 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, Angelic Host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HYMN 101. f\ GOD ! the hateful pride of man Shall not usurp Thy Praise: Yet arrogance too oft presumes Her shameless front to raise. Too oft, through man's ingratitude, Thy blessings cease to flow; And thus upon the wither' d heart No fruits of love can grow. But we, like faithful servants, bent To know their Master's will, Will never turn our eyes away From Thy Celestial Hill. 136 TRINITY. And oh ! if Thou delay to send The long expected aid, Yet hope remains, an anchor strong, On which our souls are stay'd. The Father and th' Eternal Son Our praises shall employ; Who sends the Holy Ghost to be A Pledge of future joy. HYMN 102. RATHER, 'tis Thine each day to yield Our wants a fresh supply; Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field, And hear'st the ravens cry : Thy Love in all Thy Works we see; Thy Promise, Lord, we plead; And humbly cast our care on Thee, Who knowest all our need. TRINITY. 137 Let not the world engage our love, Nor cares our bosom fill; But fix our heart on things above, That we may do Thy will: The comfort of Thy Light bestow; Our faith and hope increase; And let us in Thy Presence know Contentment, joy, and peace. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. HYMN 103. A NGELS, lament; behold, your God Man's sinful likeness wears; Behold, upon the accursed tree, Man's sins the Saviour bears. 12* 138 TRINITY. Oh, Christ, with wondering minds we see What mighty Love was Thine ! Did God consent to suffer thus, And oh! shall man repine? No, Saviour, no ! the power of death Thy Cross hath overcome; To save us, not from earthly woe, But from th' eternal doom. The flesh may shrink, but we submit, Whate'er our cross may be; So Thou by Grace enable us To bear it after Thee. Thy Stripes have healed us, and Thy Blood Our guilty stains effaced; Then may Thy Name by sins of ours Be never more disgraced. Praise God, Who gave His only Son To be for sinners slain, And Holy Spirit, by Whose Breath Our souls are raised again. TRINITY. 139 HYMN 104. QONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's Work begun, When He spake and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when He Captive led Captivity. Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No ! The Church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 140 TRINITY. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death : Then, amidst Eternal Joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. Praise the Name of God Most High, Praise Him, all below the sky; Praise Him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. WEEK-DAYS. MONDAY. HYMN 105. POME, let us praise the Name of God, "Who spread the lofty skies; And to the firmament above Uplift our wond'ring eyes. Slow floating in the blue expanse The watery clouds we view; Whence fruitful showers, at God's command, The thirsty soil bedew. How fair a type of God's free Grace, Which to our souls is given; It drops into the inner man, Like gentle dews from heaven. 142 WEEK-DAYS. And as the faithful heart receives The Sanctifying Shower, In rapture sweet 'tis raised aloft By God's Almighty Power. Oh, happy saints, on whom are pour'd Such blessings from above : Oh, may they show a thankful heart, And render love for Love. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, All glory be from saints on earth, And from the angel-host. TUESDAY. HYMN 106. TTE speaks the word: the floods obey, And sink into their bed; Emerging from her liquid veil, Earth shows her new-born head. WEEK-DAYS. 143 This to His children, for their home, The Father hath assigned ; One common earth contains them all, One common love should bind. We've no abiding city here, But there 's a Home above For those who live as sons of God In peace and holy love. Lord, our hearts with holy peace, And love, and concord, join; These are the fruits that certify That we are truly Thine. Eternal glory be ascribed To God, Who reigns above, By Whom is sent into our souls The grace of holy love. 144 WEEK-DAYS. WEDNESDAY. HYMN 107. 'THE wonders of th' Almighty Hand Devoutly we admire, Inscribed upon the vault above In characters of fire. The sun is ruler of the day, The moon controls the night; The starry hosts adorn the sky With varied streams of light. The ruler of the day must set, And hide his dazzling rays; The moon and starry hosts observe Their own appointed days. Thus still revolves each orb of light, Now hidden, now display'd : But Thou, Lord, ever art the same; Thy Mercy knows no shade. Oh ! fear not, doubt not, that our God Hath all a Father's care; Lift up with joy your hearts to Heaven, For endless joys are there. WEEK-DAYS. 145 All glory to the Three in One, The God of Joy and Peace, Who comforts those who trust in Him, And bids their sorrows cease. THURSDAY. HYMN 108. TPHE deep a twofold offspring bore, Men's bodies to maintain; The birds, that skim the liquid air, The fish, that cleave the main. But God provides far other Food Th' immortal soul to feed: It lives by Faith, on all the Words That from His Mouth proceed. Faith, resting on the Blood of Christ, Still holds its conq'ring way, Till sinners, through the vanquish'd world, Its mighty power obey. 13 146 WEEK-DAYS. By Faith the saints of old were taught The lion's wrath to tame ; A tyrant's threat'nings to despise, And quench the raging flame. And, oh! may we by Faith discern The way that leads to God, And pluck the holy fruits of love That meet us on our road. To God the Father, God the Sojst, And God the Holy Ghost, All glory be from saints on earth, And from the angel-host. FEIDAY. HYMN 109. AND now, God, Thy Mind resolves A holier work to frame; A ruler for Thy new-made world, A herald of Thy Name. WEEK-DAYS. 147 And man is made; to favored dust The breath of life is giv'n ; The likeness of a Holy God, The lineaments of heav'n. The wide expanse of earth must own His delegated sway; To God alone, his rightful Lord, Due homage he must pay. Alas for man ! corrupt, deprav'd, The yoke he will not wear: Vile dust presumes with God above A rival front to rear. And, oh ! from hence what wretchedness The world hath overspread; If Jesus had not succored us, E'en hope itself were dead. Oh ! praise the Father, and the Son, Who saved us by His Death, And Holy Ghost, Who quickens us By His Celestial Breath. 148 WEEK-DAYS. SATURDAY. HYMN 110. A ND now Thy Labors, Lord, are done, And on the sixth returning sun Thou to Thy Work hast set the bound, The heav'ns take up the gladsome sound. But while the Sabbath now is blest, And consecrate to endless rest, Another labor doth demand The Great Creator's Mighty Hand. For all things now have found a tongue, Together raise one rival song, Together, earth, and sea, and stars : — Man only the glad concert mars. Our heart of stone, Lord, from us take, And fleshly hearts within us make, That so abounding fruits of love A welcome hymn to Thee may prove. WEEK-DAYS. 149 Such are the hymns which Thee delight, The deeds that with the voice unite; Lord, to our prayers Thine Ears incline, And fill our souls with Love Divine. Glory to God, both One and Three, To God Triune all glory be, Whose Word to being all things brought, Whose Word sustains all He hath wrought. 150 MORNING HYMN. HYMN 111. A WAKE, 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 misspent, redeem; Each present day thy last esteem; Improve thy talents with due care, For the Great Day thyself prepare. In conversation be sincere, Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear; Think how All-Seeing God thy ways, And all thy secret thoughts surveys. Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High glory to the Eternal King. I wake, I wake; ye Heavenly Choir, May your devotion me inspire, That I like you my age may spend, Like you may on my God attend. EVENING HYMN. 151 May I like you in God delight, Have all day long my God in sight; Perform, like you, my Maker's will : Oh, may I never more do ill ! Praise God, from "Whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, angelic host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. EVENING HYMN. HYMN 112. (JLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, oh, 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. 152 EVENING HYMN. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die that so I may Rise glorious at the awful Day. Oh, let my soul on Thee repose ! And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make To serve my God, when I awake. If in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply : Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Oh, may my Guardian, while I sleep, Close to my bed his vigils keep; His love angelical instil, Stop all the avenues of ill. May he celestial joys rehearse, And thought to thought with me converse : Or in my stead, all the night long, Sing to my God a grateful song. HOLY BAPTISM. 153 Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow. Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, angelic host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HOLY BAPTISM. HYMN 113. Q HOLY Lord, content to dwell In a poor home, a lowly Child, With meek obedience noting well Each mandate of Thy Mother mild : Lead every child that bears Thy Name To walk in Thy pure, upright Way; To shun the paths of sin and shame, And humbly, like Thyself, obey. Let not this world's unhallowed glow The fresh Baptismal Dew efface, Nor blast of sin too roughly blow, And quench the trembling Flame of Grace. 154 BAPTISM OF ADULTS. Gather Thy lambs within Thine Arm, And gently in Thy Bosom bear; Protect them still from hurt and harm, And bid them rest for ever there. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. BAPTISM OF ADULTS. HYMN 114. "\\TITH Christ we share a mystic grave; With Christ we buried lie; But 'tis not in the darksome cave By mournful Calvary. The pure and bright Baptismal Flood Entombs our nature's stain; New creatures from the Cleansing Wave With Christ we rise again. CONFIRMATION. 155 Happy, if through this world of strife, And sin, and selfish care, This new-born Robe of Righteousness We undefiled wear. Happy, if through the gate of death, Glorious at last and free, We to our joyful rising pass, Risen Lord, with Thee. And now to Thy thrice Holy Name, The God Whom we adore, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be glory evermore. CONFIRMATION. HYMN 115. QOME, Gracious Spirit, Heav'nly Lord, Thy Light and Grace to us afford ; Be Thou our Guardian and our Guide, O'er every thought and wish preside. 156 CONFIRMATION. The Light of Truth to us display, And make us know and choose Thy Way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart. Lead us to holiness — the road That we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the Living Way, Nor let us from His Precepts stray. Lead us to God, our final Rest, To be with Him for ever blest; Lead us to Heav'n, that we may share Fulness of joy for ever there. Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, Angelic Host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 157 THE HOLY COMMUNION. HYMN 116. SING, my tongue, the Body broken, Giv'n to be the spirit's Food ; And the Word Almighty spoken, Which, to Faith, makes wine be Blood: Of the King the awful token, And celestial brotherhood. Born for us, and for us given, Of a Virgin undefil'd, Scattering wide the seeds of Heaven, Sojourn'd He in this world's wild; And on that remember'd even, His appointed course fulfill'd. Meekly to the law complying, He had finish'd its commands, And to them at supper lying, Gave Himself, with His Own Hands, A Memorial of His Dying, Hence to be unto all lands. 14 158 THE HOLY COMMUNION. Tis His Word, to our receiving, Makes the Bread His Flesh to be. And the Wine, our sins relieving, Blood, that fiow'd upon the Tree; Though not seeing, yet believing, Take we this Great Mystery. To our smitten Rock thus fleeing, Drink we the New Covenant; Which to ancient types agreeing, To the latest time is sent: Still believing, though not seeing, Take we this dread Sacrament. Now all might and adoration To the Blessed Trinity; Honour, worship, and salvation, And immortal glory be : Co-eternal Three in Station, And in Power Co-equal Three. FESTIVALS. THE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL. HYMN 117. '{^J-AINST what foemen art thou rushing, Saul, what madness drives thee on? Innocents in fury crushing, Children of the Sinless One: Oh, how shortly Shall He make His Vengeance known ! See! the Lord, from Heaven descending, Smites him, blinds him, lays him low; See the persecutor bending Humbly, meekly to the blow : See him rising Friend to Christ, no longer foe. 160 FESTIVALS. Breathing slaughter, chains preparing, Oh ! how fierce his anger burned : Now that he has lost his daring, And the Gospel truth has learned, The destroyer, Lo! into a lamb is turned. Christ, Thy Power is man's Salvation, And Thy Love is here made known : He who wrought such desolation That Thy Cause might be o'erthrown, Now converted, Makes that Sacred Cause his own. Praise the Father, God of Heaven, Him Who reigns Supreme on high; Praise the Son, for sinners given Both to suffer and to die ; Praise the Spirit, Who prepares us for the sky. FESTIVALS. 161 HYMN 118. 'THE Shepherd smitten is, and, lo! His Flock the wolf is scattering wide; For Saul as yet doth little know He wounds in them a Saviour's Side. Saul, Saul, whence art thou? whither driven. To persecute Christ's little band? This is to wage a war with Heaven, An Arm Almighty to withstand. Lo, forth he spreads beseeching hands, Prepared beneath Christ's yoke to go, And, trembling, asks fur His commands — What wouldst Thou have Thy servant do? The spoiler fierce is lying low, The vanquisher lies vanquished, And he who wore a threat'ning brow Is now himself in triumph led. Good Shepherd, keep us as of old, If Thou shouldst hurtful aught discern; And if we wander from Thy Fold, Again to Thee our bosoms turn. 14* 1C2 FESTIVALS. Glory to God, both One and Three, Who saw us laid in dead of night; Glory and praise be unto Thee, Who call'st us thence to glorious light. S. PETEE'S-DAY. HYMN 119. (JREATOR of the rolling flood, On Whom Thy people hope alone; Who cam'st by Water and by Blood, For man's offences to atone : Who from the labors of the deep Didst set Thy servant, Peter, free, To feed on earth Thy chosen sheep, And help to build a Church to Thee: Grant us, devoid of worldly care, And leaning on Thy bounteous Hand, To seek Thy help in humble prayer, And on Thy Sacred Rock to stand: FESTIVALS. 163 And when, our earthly toil to crown, Thy call shall set the spirit free, To cast with joy our burden down, And rise, Lord, and follow Thee. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and Heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. THE PURIFICATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. HYMN 120. QION, ope thy hallowed dome : To His Temple Christ is come : Lifeless shadows, haste away, Grace and Truth beam out to-day. Flocks and herds shall bleed no more, Staunch'd the flood of reeking gore ; Lo ! He comes from Heav'n above, Victim to His Father's Love. 164 FESTIVALS. Lo ! the Virgin's downcast eye Owns His hidden Godhead nigh ; Heavenly musings, all unheard, Meekly hail the silent Word : While to heaven her pious love Duly vows the sacred dove, And upon her bosom lies More than Dove-Like Sacrifice. Sire and sister, age and youth Kindle at the mighty truth, And the blissful Presence own Panting Faith so long hath known. Glory be to Father, Son, And Blest Spirit, Three in One; God Triune, to Thee we raise Faithful hearts in ceaseless praise. FESTIVALS. 165 HYMN 121. Q THOU, Sole Fountain of all good, How hast Thou from Thy Bright Abode Open'd Thine Hand, Thine Israel own'd, Thy Handmaid with Thy bounty crown'd ! As on a rugged thorn the rose, Though briers armed around her close, Yet o'er a thousand hostile spears Her gentleness in beauty rears : Thus meekly mid our ruin'd race Hath Grace found out a dwelling-place, And, through that Maiden-Mother giv'n, Appear'd the Loveliness of Heav'n. All glory to the Eternal Three, Who, pitying man's poor destiny, Have sent the Pledge of Mercy down To herald Him, the Holy One. 166 FESTIVALS. THE ANNUNCIATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN. HYMN 122. ^HIS is the day, the solemn day, Which God appointed to convey Such news as made our sorrows cease, Giad news of Mercy and of Peace. Our parents' guilt, our parents' fall, To certain death consign'd us all : From certain death mankind to save, His only Son Jehovah gave. Yea! He Who was the Eternal's Son, Ere time had yet its course begun, Our life of pain and weakness bore, Nor did the Virgin's womb abhor. He took on Him our mortal state, That He might bear the sinner's fate, That so His Blood, in Ransom given, Might take away the wrath of Heaven. FESTIVALS. 167 Yea ! He, the Great Eternal God, In human flesh awhile abode; That we might high in glory dwell, He came as our Immanuel. Redeemer of the world, to Thee All praise and glory render'd be; And to the Father, King of Heav'n, And Holy Ghost, all praise be giv'n. HYMN 123. "REGARD us now with gracious Eye, Jesus, Crown of purity; Son of that chosen Woman, who Was Virgin chaste, and Mother too. Midst lilies Thou dost love to be; Pure virgins round Thy Throne we see, Glorious Bridegroom, Who dost bless Thy Brides with endless happiness. 168 FESTIVALS. Which way soe'er Thy Course doth bend, Chaste virgins on Thy Steps attend ; Who, following the Lamb, do raise Their notes in sweetest hymns of praise. Hear us, God of Charity ! From worldly passions set us free; Our frailties help, our vice control, And bend our senses to the soul. To Jesus, from a Virgin sprung, Be glory given and praises sung; The same to God the Father be, And Holy Ghost, eternally. THE NATIVITY OF S. JOHN THE BAP- TIST. HYMN 124. T 0, from the desert homes, Where he hath hid so long, The new Elias comes, In sternest wisdom strong. FESTIVALS. 169 The voice that cries Of Christ from high, And judgment nigh From opening skies. Your God e'en now doth stand Within Heav'n's opening door, His fan is in His Hand, And He will purge His floor : The wheat He claims, And with Him stows; The chaff He throws To deathless flames. Ye haughty mountains, bow Your sky aspiring heads; Ye valleys hiding low, Lift up your gentle meads: Make His way plain Your King before ; For evermore He comes to reign. Let thy dread voice around, Thou harbinger of light, 15 170 FESTIVALS. On our dull ears still sound, 1 Lest here we sleep in night Till judgment come, And on our path Shall burst the wrath, And deathless doom. God, with love's sweet might Who dost anoint and arm Christ's soldier for the fight With Grace that shields from harm, Thrice Blessed Three, Heav'n's blissful days Shall sing Thy praise Eternally. HYMN 125. J>E not afraid, ye little Flock, Though poor and profitless your lives, Let not distrust your sorrows mock, A Father's Love the Kingdom gives. FESTIVALS. 171 Lo, now there reigns among the blest, Who once was like yourselves below, By self-abasement and unrest Christ's wisdom taught in school of woe. In penitence, his soul to save, He fix'd his eyes on Him before, Where, through life's dim and shadowy cave, His Lord the Bleeding Burden bore. Upon his lips did love preside, Or silence sit with charity; In lap of want he loved to hide What he would to himself deny. His Food, it was the Heavenly Word, He search'd the Book of Truth and Love, Till watchful prayer would wings afford, And he would be with them above. This is the narrow way to Heaven; Holt Godhead, Holy Three ; Blest Three in Oxe, to us be given, Thus by this Way to come to Thee. 172 FESTIVALS. S. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. HYMN 126. "^yHERE th' angelic host adore Thee, Thou o'er earth and Heav'n dost reign; At Thy Word they rose before Thee, And Thy Breath doth them sustain. From high angels Thee attending, Thou dost faithful guardians send; In mysterious ways descending, May they keep us to the end. Keep us, else, with wiles deceiving, The Persuader of all ill, Round his deadly meshes weaving, The lost soul will rend and kill. Now all might and adoration To th' All-Holy Trinity; Honour, worship, and salvation, And eternal glory be. FESTIVALS. 17; HYMN 127. GOD Most High! the soul that knows Thine All-Sustaining Power, Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose, Nor fear the trying hour. Angels, unseen, attend Thy saints, And bear them in their arms, To cheer the spirit when it faints, And guard their life from harms. And Thou, Almighty God. art nidi To them that love Thy Name; Thy Power shall save them when they cry. And put their foes to shame. Crosses and trials are their lot Through all their sojourn here; But, Saviour, since Thou changest not, Thy saints should never fear. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 15* 174 FESTIVALS. ALL SAINTS'- DAY. HYMN 128. QPOUSE of Christ, in arms contending O'er each clime beneath the sun, Mix with prayers, for help ascending, Notes of praise for triumphs won. As the Church to-day rejoices All her saints in one to join, So from earth let all our voices Eise in melody divine. Angel bands, in due gradation Of their heav'nly ministry, Hymn the Father of Creation, Maker of the stars on high. They who nobly died believing, Martyrs, purpled in their gore, Crowns of life by death receiving, Rest in joy for evermore. All are blest together, praising God's Eternal Majesty; Thrice repeated anthems raising To th' All-Holy Trinity. FESTIVALS. 175 So may we with hearts devoted Serve our God in holiness ; So may we, by God promoted, Shkre that Heaven which they possess. HYMN 129. TTOW bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array ? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? Lo! these are they from sufTrings great Who came to Realms of Light; And in the Blood of Christ have wash'd 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. 176 FESTIVALS. His Presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes ev'ry 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 Who sits upon the Throne Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with Nourishment Divine, And all their footsteps guide. Midst pastures green He '11 lead His Flock Where Living Streams appear; And God the Lord from ev'ry eye Shall wipe off ev'ry tear. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory ; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. FESTIVALS. 177 FESTIVAL OF AN APOSTLE. HYMN 130. ~VE captains of a heavenly host, Ye princes of a heavenly hall, Stars of the world, in darkness lost, And judges at its funeral: Captains, — but not of spear and shield; No rebel hosts with steel to tame; No arms of eloquence to wield ; Naught but the lowly Cross of shame : The chain is shivered, and the rod, The world's long stern captivity, And we are free to serve our God, Whose yoke alone is liberty. To distant lands His heralds fleet, By God's mysterious Presence led : How beauteous are their passing feet, Like morn upon the mountains spread ! To Father, Son, and Holt Ghost, All glory be, as was of old, Who calleth us, in darkness lost, His saving glory to behold. 178 FESTIVALS. HYMN 131. QHRIST is gone up; yet ere He pass'd From earth in Heaven to reign, He formed one Holy Church, to last Till He should come again. His twelve apostles first He made His ministers of grace; And they their hands on others laid, To fill in turn their place. So age by age, and year by year, His grace was handed on; And still the Holy Church is here, Although her Lord is gone. Let those find pardon, Lord, from Thee, Whose love to her is cold ; Bring wanderers in, and let there be One Shepherd and One Fold. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, Be glory to the Three in One From man and angel-host. FESTIVALS. 179 HYMN 132. J)ISPOSER Supreme, And Judge of the earth. Who chooseth for Thine The weak and the poor: To frail earthen vessels, And things of no worth Entrusting Thy riches, Which aye shall endure. Those vessels soon fail, Though full of Thy' light; They at Thy decree Are broken and gone : Then brightly appeareth The Arm of Thy Might, As through the clouds breaking Thy lightnings have shone. Like clouds are they borne To do Thy great will, And swift as the winds About the world go 7 180 FESTIVALS. All full of Thy Godhead, While earth lieth still, They thunder, they lighten, The waters o'erflow. They thunder — their sound, It is Christ the Lord ! Then Satan doth fear, His citadels fall, As when the dread trumpets Went forth at Thy Word, And on the ground lieth The Canaanites' wall. Oh, loud be Thy trump, And stirring the sound, To rouse us, Lord, From sin's deadly sleep; May lights which Thou kindlest In darkness around, The dull soul awaken Her vigils to keep! FESTIVALS. 181 Great Father, Son, Spirit, The Ancient of Days, May we Thee inherit, And sing of Thy praise. FESTIVAL OF AN EVANGELIST. HYMN 133. f^HRIST'S everlasting messengers, Who from the opening skies Traverse the earth in showers of light, And sow with mysteries : The things discern'd by seers of old Behind the shadowy screen, In the full day have ye beheld, With not a veil between. The things which God as Man hath borne, Which Man as God hath done, Ye write, as God dictates, to all Who see the circling sun. 16 182 FESTIVALS. Though far in space and time apart, One Spirit sways you all, And we in those blest characters Hear now that living call. Glory to God, the Three in One; All glory be to Thee, Who from our darkness callest us Thy glorious Light to see. FESTIVAL OF A MARTYR. HYMN 134. TTOW happy the mortal, Through pains and dismay, Who hath burst the portal To regions of day : Where death hath benighted, Ere life's sun went down, The Faith that he plighted, With death he doth crown. FESTIVALS. 183 Our weak spirits languish When hearing death's feet, But thou the stern anguish Dost go forth to meet: Yet nothing confounded With rack and with chains, Where death hath abounded With tortures and pains. Lo ! from highest Heaven, His champion to own, Between the clouds riven, Is Christ looking down : His hand hath He holden Where weak nature fails; His Love doth embolden, And in Him prevails. Shall we, then, soft hearted, Seek ease and repose, And sing the departed In death and stern woes? 184 FESTIVALS. Let such themes of wonder Arouse us from sleep, Lest, woke by death's thunder, We wake but to weep. Great Father, Son, Spirit, The Ancient of Days, May we Thee inherit, And sing of Thy praise. THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE CONSECRA- TION OF A CHURCH. HYMN 135. Q WORD of God above, Who fillest all in all, Hallow this House with Thy sure Love, And bless our Festival. Grace in this Font is stored To cleanse each guilty child ; And here the Spirit's Unction poured Brightens the once defiled. FESTIVALS. 185 Here Christ of His Own Blood Himself the Chalice gives, And feeds His Own with Angels' Food, On which the spirit lives. For guilty souls that pine Sure mercies here abound ; And Healing Grace, with oil and wine, For ev'ry secret wound. God from His Throne afar Comes in this House to dwell; And prayer, beyond the evening star, Builds here her citadel. No wintry storm or shower Shall harm this Holy Home; Nor, w r orse than they, the evil power Which dwells within the gloom. To God the Father, Son, And Spirit, glory be; As 'twas, and is, and shall be so To all eternity. 16* 186 FESTIVALS. HYMN 136. QITY of Peace, Jerusalem! Sweet name of joyful sound! With living stones built up on high. With Angel armies crown'd : Decked as a Bride to meet her Lord, She conies from Heav'n's blest gate ; Her streets and walls are purest gold, She comes in nuptial state. Her gates are shining bright with pearls, Her courts are opened wide To all who here have suffered grief For Christ the Crucified. These are the polished stones which He, The Master Builder, lays, Each in its own appointed place, Where each for ever stays. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 187 EMBER-DAYS. HYMN 137. I" ORD, pour Thy Spirit from on high, And Thine ordained servants bless; Graces and gifts to each supply, And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. Within Thy temple when they stand, To teach the truth as taught by Thee, Saviour, like stars in Thy Right Hand Let all Thy Church's pastors be. Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness and meekness, from above, To bear Thy people on their heart, And love the souls whom Thou dost love. And, when their work is finish'd here, May they in hope their charge resign; And, w T hen their Master shall appear, May they with crowns of glory shine. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and Heav'n adore, Be glory ; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. 188 MISSIONS. HYMN 138. Q LORD, Thy Church with longing eyes For Thine expected Coming waits : When will the promis'd Light arise, And Glory beam from Sion's Gates? Extend Thy Reign o'er ev'ry land; Let Satan from his throne be hurl'd; All nations bow to Thy command; And Grace revive a dying world. Do Thou, Lord, our hearts renew, Our souls with Heav'nly Wisdom bless; Man's rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for Thine appointed hour; And fit us by Thy Grace to share The triumphs of Thy conq'ring power. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and Heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. 189 THANKSGIVING DAY. HYMN 139. Q GRACIOUS Hand, that freely gives The fruits of earth, our toil to bless ! Love, by which the sinner lives ! Oh, let our tongues that Love confess. Our God for all our need provides ; His sun o'er all alike cloth shine; From none His glorious beams He hides; So wills the Father's Love Divine. Again His Love our garners fills; This Love again let all adore: The cry of want His bounty stills, Who biddeth all His Name implore. Oh, may our lives, through grace, abound In fruits of holiness and love; Let all His courts with praise resound, To echo angels' praise above. Lord! when Thou shalt descend from Heav'n, Thy ransomed harvest here to reap, Oh, in that day Thy joy be given To us who now go forth to weep. 190 THANKSGIVING-DAY. May none those hours of sadness scorn; May none disdain in tears to sow : Soon shall rejoicing crown the morn To hearts that sorrow here below. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom earth and Heav'n adore, Be glory ; as it was of old, Is now, and shall be evermore. NOTICE. A Book of Tunes suitable for the Hymns in this Collection is in preparatio?i, and will be 'published shortly. I ' v^;V*v*?/.'. IBS til '^ ^%^v'; ^H IfislXE Hi ml 1H KShH H^BI^BSBBBhKHB£ , ^H H Si lieijjg jjjjjjj