of W p rap ¥ ty^t Wtbzt fnrMbmgm$ ttttxj ifijmttjs J. I If. <# \i OF PR/y^ T SFP 21 1934 <£.• •^ ^ ^/rj ' T^^ te^ £ Gbe ©rber for Evensong wttb "Ib^mns * ^ot use in Sbe %a&£ Cbapel of 5. nDarh's Cburcb ^bilao the Minister n, according to the Table or Calendar. 'ter which shall be sung or said the Hvmn called MAOVXFICAT, as follourth Magnificat. — S". Luke i. 46. My soul doth magnify the L6rd: and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded: the 16wliness of his hand- maiden. For behold, from henceforth: all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath magnified me: and holy is his Name. And his mercy is on them that fear him: throughout all generations. He hath shewed strength with his arm: he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put d6wn the mighty from their seat: and hath exalted the humble and me£k. He hath filled the hungry with good things: and the rich he hath sent empty away. He remembering his me>cy hath h61pen his servant Israel: as he pr6mised to our f6refathers, Abraham and his seed, for ewer. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son : and to the Holy Gh6st; As it was in the beginning, is n6w, and ever shall be ; w6rld without end. Amen. \ Then a Lesson of the New Testament, oj i/ <; fl^oinW. \ And after that shall be sung or said the Hymn called Nunc Dimittis, as followeth : Nunc Dimittis.— .S. Luke it. 29. Lord, now Attest thou thy servant depart in peace: according to thy w6rd. For mine eyes have se£n: thy salvation. Which thou hast prepared: before the face of all people; To be a light to lighten the Gentiles: and to be the gl6ry of thy people Israel. Glory be to the Father, and to the S6n: and to the Holy Gh6st; As it was in the beginning, is n6w, and ever shall be; w6rld without end. Amen. J Then shall be said the Apostles' Creed by the Minister and the people, standing. I BELIEVE in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth : And in Jesus Christ his only Son our Lord: Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, Born of the Virgin Mary: Suffered under Pontius Pilate, Was crucified, dead, and buried: He descended into hell; The third day he arose again from the dead: He ascended into heaven, And sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty: From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead. I believe in the Holy Ghost: the holy Catholic Church: the Communion of Saints: The Forgiveness of sins: The Resurrection of the body: And the Life everlasting. Amen. V. The Lord be with you. R. And with thy spirit. Let us pray. V. O Lord, show thy mercy upon us. R. And grant us thy salvation. V. O Lord, save the State. R. And mercifully hear us when we call upon thee. V. Endue thy Ministers with righteousness. R. And make thy chosen people joyful. V. O Lord, save thy people. R. And bless thine inheritance. V. Give peace in our time, O Lord. R. For it is thou, Lord, only, that makest us dwell in safety. V. O God, make clean our hearts within us. R. And take not thy Holy Spirit from us. r , Then shall be said the Collect for the Day, and ajter that the Collects and Prayer s following . A Collect for Peace. OGOD, from whom all holy desires,' all good counsels, and all just works do proceed; Give unto thy servants that peace which the world cannot give; that our hearts may be set to obey thy com- mandments, and also that by thee, we, being defended from the fear of our enemies, may pass our time in rest and quietness; through the merits of Jesus Christ our Saviour. Amen. A Collect for Aid Against Perils. LIGHTEN our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen. " The Minister may here end the Evening Prayer with such Ptayer or Prayers, taken out of this book, as he shall think fit." The Collect for the Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. WE beseech Thee, O Lord, pour Thy grace into our hearts ; that, as we have known the incar- nation of Thy Son Jesus Christ by the message of an Angel, so by His cross and passion we may be brought unto the glory of His resurrection ; through the same Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 10 Bethlehem. ■-> , r^ fc c^ — fi — i — >—\ — H-, — s-i Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. Cfc-K. > - r* No. 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. "To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line A Saviour, Who is Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign: "The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song: "All glory be to God on high, And in the earth be peace; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease." Amen. Nahum Tate, died 1715. u Nativity. ^ 1 . ; , I j 1 1 Vlfred G. Mortimer, D.D. I | igfc # ! _f__!:___|_____P=: A. J. -2=1 ___i lUFil^ mmm Two voices only. Fun. i-ejpeat. Jf-^i — h- H- 1— 1 -1 ' i t ^(__Ll,-_- *_£> (_?" i | | I I JL J- J_J- I 1 \j • .. .. ^ Organ only. _____ J_^ — £_| <___. tp r itH No. 2 Hark! the herald-angels sing Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." Hark! the herald-angels sing Glory to the new-born King. Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the Everlasting Lord, Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb. Charles Wesley, died 1788. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see! Hail, the Incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel. Hark! the herald-angels sing, etc. Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Risen 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. Hark! the herald-angels sing, etc. Amen. 15 St. Mark's. Moderate. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. * i f r tr- si si si m p^p m § j. 4 4, 4. azLj _*± p— p : fi^E^^ ip i _ k r z r r m v— t: r — r- Qj -r — r- ^z=i&=U u -/^ Chorus. ^ 3£ No. 3 See amid the winter's snow, Born for us on earth below, See the tender Lamb appears, Promised from eternal years. CHORUS. Hail! thou ever blessed morn. Hail! Redemption's happy dawn. Sing thro' all Jerusalem Christ is born in Bethlehem. (Repeat) Lo, within a manger lies He who built the starry skies; He, who throned in height sublime, Sits amid the Cherubim! Hail! thou ever blessed, etc. Say, ye holy Shepherds, say, What your joyful news to-day; Wherefore have ye left your sheep On the lonely mountain steep? Hail! thou ever blessed, etc. "As we watched at dead of night, Lo, we saw a wondrous light; Angels singing peace on earth, Told us of a Saviour's Birth." Hail! thou ever blessed, etc. Sacred Infant, all Divine, What a tender love was Thine; Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this! Hail! thou ever blessed, etc. Teach, O teach us, Holy Child By Thy face so meek and mild, Teach us to resemble Thee, In Thy sweet humility! Hail! thou ever blessed, etc. Amen. Rev. E. Ciswall, died 1878. 17 St. George. H. J. Gauntlett \' d=3 wmm^^p^^ m -=i- N I mmmm r~ r -r No. 4 Glory to Thee, O Lord, Who, from this world of sin. By cruel Herod's ruthless sword Those precious ones didst win. Baptized in their own blood, Karth's untried perils o'er, They pass'd unconsciously the flood, And safely gain'd the shore. Glory to Thee ior all The ransom'd infant band. Who since that hour have heard thy call, And reach'd the quiet land. O that our hearts within, Like theirs, were pure and bright; O that as free from stain of sin We shrank not from Thy sight. Lord, help us every hour Thy cleansing grace to claim; In life to glorify Thy power, In death to praise Thy Name. Amen. Heath. R. Schumann. ■*■ r i w w , \ w r i i i I I I I r r i r7 f I ■*■ -^ j j J j j 1 — r No. 5 The ancient law departs And all its terrors cease; For Jesus makes with faithful hearts A covenant of peace. The Light of Light divine, True Brightness undefiled, He bears for us the shame of sin, A Holy Spotless Child. His Infant Body now Begins our pain to feel; Those precious drops of Blood that flow For death the victim seal. To-day the Name is Thine At which we bend the knee; They call Thee Jesus, Child Divine! Our Jesus deign to be. All praise, Eternal Son, For Thy redeeming love, With Father, Spirit, ever One, In glorious might above. Amen. Abbe Bernault, died 1736. Translated by Compilers of Hymns Ancient and Modern. 19 St. Theoctistus. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. : 1 -I i 4 1—, 1 n 1 i -JV — I 1 — a \ f r r r >i r " i *^^ „ j J j J. i i * P F P * J-J- I I I I i — r .8—1 -I 1 J \- I I I — , — F - i i i i i i i j i J J. A J. I I I fc!z=J 3=* ^s=l=q: -=4=*=5=S= I U> I i » ■ i i I *r i t i i I JJ J J-. ^ I ! J J i J J_J^ ?z.-a=z: :*=£. II II rttard. i 1- J 1 f f I * rW * ' r r r F ' r fr y J J J J J I ! - i J J J I I I @ lii^ Hi ^ r r i • i ^ r 1 r No. 6 Jesu, Name all names above Jesu, best and dearest, Jesu, fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest; Jesu, source of grace completest, Jesu purest, Jesu sweetest, Jesu, well of power divine, Woe, that I have turned aside After fleshly pleasure! Woe, that I have never tried For the heavenly treasure! Treasure, safe in home supernal; Incorruptible, eternal! Treasure no less price hath won Make me, keep me, seal me Thine! Than the Passion of the Son! Jesu, open me the gate That of old he enter'd, Who, in that most lost estate, Wholly on Thee ventur'd; Thou, Whose wounds are ever plead- ing, And Thy Passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in Paradise! Jesu, crown'd with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression, Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession! Jesu, clad in purple raiment, For my evils making payment; Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary be in vain! Thou dist call the prodigal; Thou didst pardon Mary; Thou Whose words can never fall, Love can never vary; Lord, to heal my lost condition Give — for Thou canst give — contri- tion; Thou canst pardon all my ill If Thou wilt; O say, "I will!" When I reach death's bitter sea, And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me As the storm draws nigher; Jesu, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish! Tell me — "Verily I say, Thou shalt be with Me to-day!" Amen. S. Theoctistus, circa 890. Translated by Dr. Neale, died 18S6. n Epiphany -5* =3= — !-f — -1 — 1_ l Anon. 1 |. T ,SV L — p r 1 — * — I -*— 4hh W 1 1 1 1 w , Liu 1 — * — i -^-f 4=^ \ r- J- U. — ■II . _/ — 1 — fc- =1 -1 ■ -.—4—1 r - J. *\ M f] * P > _* — r i 1 J ~^~ J , J J- ..y 1 l-V— —»---- -— • — u 1 l p! 1 1 l -1 1 H»- H u^-j I*''* , I I I I * I I _^! <2- ik 1 1 J J m J__-^ 29 No. 7 Lo, the pilgrim Magi At His crib they worship. Leave their royal halls, Prostrate on the floor; And with eager footsteps And their God, there present, Speed to Bethlehem's walls; In that Babe adore; As they onward journey, Let us to that Infant, Faith which firmly rests As their offspring true. Upon Hope unswerving, Hearts with faith o'erflowing Triumphs in their breasts. Give, our tribute due. Oh, what joys ecstatic Love for gold presenting Thrilled each heart, from far, Unto Christ our King; When, to guide their footsteps To the Man pure bodies, Gleamed that beacon Star; Myrrh-like, chastely bring; O'er that home so holy, Unto Him, as incense, Pouring down its ray, Vow and prayer address; Where the cradled Infant So, with meetest off'rings With His Mother lay. Him our God confess. Costly pomp and pageant Glory to the Father, Earthly king's array; Fount of Light alone; He, a mightier Monarch, Who unto the Gentiles, Hath a nobler sway; Made His glory known. Straw may be His pallet, Equal praise and glory, Mean His garb may be, Blessed Son, to Thee, Yet with power transcendent And to Thee, sweet Spirit, He all hearts can free. Evermore shall be. Amen. From Lauds in the Paris Breviary (1736) Translated by Charles Coffin, died 1749. Victory. ^PPP#¥*## From Paleitrlna. I I I 1 r r r'r" r-r-f-*? Al - le - lu - ia ! Al - le - lu - ia ! Al - to - lu - ia ! WMi —=■ — (— 1 — -— 1 1 1 — r— 1 1 »— J ' , J lltei -I — i — u— J U-l- i i i i r r-i ii riii rrCrr r J J J.J J.J^lWl.J. J J.- 1 J.^J J.ri.. ^FF iNff D.6*. ^- I I r i i i i ' i t . -L I f II No. 8 The strife is o'er, the battle done; The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun. Alleluia! The powers of death have done their worst. But Christ their legions hath dispersed; Let shout of holy joy outburst. Alleluia! The three sad days are quickly 6ped; He rises glorious from the dead: All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia! He loosed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heaven's high portals fell; Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia! Lord! by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live, and sing to Thee. Alleluia! Amen. From the Latin. Unknown date and authorship. Translated by Rer. F. Pott. 1851. 24 Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. f \j H 4 f J i -> i l l i l i i i Z5— ci=ff: J- J. bL ^ ^ ^. jd. -J «l ^ J i No. 9 Thou art gone up on high, To realms beyond the skies; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise; But we are lingering here, With sin and care oppressed; Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest. Thou art gone up on high; But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter misery To pass unto Thy crown; Emma Toke, died 1872. And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be; But only let this path of tears Lead us at last to Thee. Thou art gone up on high; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. Lord, by Thy saving power, So make us live and die, That we may stand in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high. Amen. 96 Venl Sanct* Splritm. r r r ' • • r r- , 111 K J J J. J. J J. T-r J u i Ej i u*^:r I I T fefcEgfc r r r 3E3=fc *rtti \ irhit;t \ ati J j j JU.JJ IJ JjJ jl J J No. 10 Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come; And from Thy celestial home Shed a ray of light divine; Come, Thou Father of the poor. Come, Thou Source of all our store, Come, within our bosoms shine. Thou, of Comforters the best, Thou, the soul's most welcome Guest, Sweet Refreshment here below; In our labor, rest most sweet, Grateful shadow from the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. O most Blessed Light Divine, Shine within these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill; If Thou take Thy grace away, Nothing pure in man will stay. All our good is turned to ill. Heal our wounds; our strength re- new; On our dryness pour Thy dew; Wash the stains of guilt away: Bend the stubborn heart and will, Melt the frozen, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go astray. On the faithful, who adore And confess Thee, evermore In Thy sevenfold gifts descend; Give them virtue's sure reward, Give them Thy salvation, Lord, Give them joys that never end. Amen. Attributed to Innocent III, died 1216. Translated by Rev. E. Caswall, died if 26 St. Agnes. Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. No. 11 Shall we not love thee, Mother dear, Whom Jesus loves so well? And to His glory, year by year, Thy joy and honour tell? O wondrous depth of Grace Divine That He should bend so low; And Mary, O what joy 'twas thine In His dear love to know: Bound with the curse of sin and shame We helpless sinners lay, Until in tender love He came To bear the curse away. And thee He chose from whom to take True flesh His Flesh to be; In It to suffer for our sake, By It to make us free. Thy Babe He lay upon thy breast, To thee He cried for food; Thy gentle nursing soothed to rest Th' Incarnate Son of God. Joy to be Mother of the Lord; And thine the truer bliss, In every thought, and deed, and word, To be for ever His. And as He loves thee, Mother dear, We too will love thee well, And in His Temple, year by year, Thy joy and glory tell. Jesu, the Virgin's Holy Son, We praise Thee and adore, Who art with God the Father One And Spirit evermore. Amen. Sir H. W. Baker, died 1877. Frome. Anon. =P Si T*^-* S^S^EESiEEg B=i=gE3=2E§^ll F -*-*£■" ■ES-- ■?=• =1 J J I L- r Lf-f -I -1 1 '-r m z~ m i qfol I ' ' 'J- JrrsJ II ^E J I J -■ rg-=— eszz ^"1 *b* 5=5^: r i i i ^n i -j. r f f / i j i I , I &' 'J J rJ = ^ J. J || j g=f=F=F £ ~f^r gnH I =sr r i i zsSstirt I I J J I.J I I J -J- -J-OJ- - H No. 12 All shall call thee Blessed- Hath not God Almighty Age to age shall tell Done for thee great things? God the Father's message Making thee the Mother Sent by Gabriel — Of the King of Kings? Graced by God the Spirit, Thou the first to know Him God the Son's Abode — Veiled in flesh and blood! — All shall call thee Blessed, All shall call thee Blessed, Mother of our God. Mother of our God. Blessed, for thou barest, Yet a higher glory, Jesus in thy womb: Yet a fairer crown, Blessed from the manger, Shines for ever o'er thee, Onward to the tomb, Than that sweet renown; And since thou returnedst For thou wast obedient To Saint John's abode — To the Heavenly Word I All shall call thee Blessed, All shall call thee Blessed, Mother of our God. Mother of our God. Thinking how the glory But Thy praise, Jesus, Of the Highest, sat Loftier songs employ, Overshadowing Mary, Hearts for Thee exulting, Our Magnificat Leap within for joy, Echoes her's, as meekly Joy that God the Father From her voice it flowed; Sent Thee from above, All shall call thee Blessed, Joy for the o'ershadowing Mother of our God. Of the Spirit's Love. Amen. Unknown Author. 29 Conception of B. V. M. I I Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. ££ -i i j j i j i^3 a i i i - c J, 1 U I i i — r \ J J , J Jj_ -^ » S-Hr- r r r i * — * — i — H — ' — ' — ' — l— - No. 13 Virgin-born, we bow before Thee, Blessed was the womb that bore Thee; Mary, Maid and Mother mild, Blessed was she in her Child. Blessed was the breast that fed Thee, Blessed was the hand that led Thee, Blessed was the parent's eye Watching o'er Thy infancy. Blessed she, by all creation, Who brought forth the world's Salvation; Blessed they who tread the road Which the Saviour's Mother trod. Virgin-born, we bow before Thee, Blessed was the womb that bore Thee; Mary, Maid and Mother mild, Blessed was she in her Child. Amen. Bishop R. Heber, died 1826. Annue Christe. From La Feill6e. f^r - ^ 1 H- -=r — h —f-r-i— =fc X — «&— -i — ' n or-* — g- i -JLJ- i I 1t I r i -i — i -i iiW i i ii I ', ' A. A. J. A. A A%± &J-- = J. i — r No. 15 Captains of the saintly band, Lights who lighten every land, Princes who with Jesus dwell, Judges of His Israel. On the nations sunk in night Ye have shed the Gospe Sin and error flee away, UP Ye have shed the Gospel light; Truth is shinine on our way. Not by warrior's spear and sword, Not by the art of human word, Preaching but the v^ross of shame Rebel hearts for Christ ye tame. Earth, that long in sin and pain Groaned in Satan's deadly chain, Now to serve its God is free In the law of liberty. Distant lands with one acclaim Tell the honor of your name, Who, wherever man has trod, Teach the mysteries of God. Glory to the Three in One While eternal ages run, Who from deepest shades of night Called us to His glorious light. Amen. Jean Baptiste de Santeuil, died 1697. Translated by Sir H. W. Baker, died 1877. 32 Belmont. S. Webbe. JH hi pi f\ , II J 14-^g g i ^ms^m No. 16 Behold the messengers of Christ, Who bear to every place The unveiled mysteries of God, The Gospel of His grace. The things, thro' mists and shadows dim By holy prophets seen, In the full light of day they saw With not a cloud between What Christ, True Man, divinely wrought, What God in Manhood bore, They wrote, as God inspired, in words That live for evermore. Although in space and time apart, One Spirit ruled them all: And in their sacred pages still We hear that Spirit's call. To God, the Blessed Three in One, Be glory, praise, and might, Who called us from the shades of death To His own glorious light. Amen. Jean Baptiste de Santeuil, died 1697. Translated by Compilers of Hymns Ancient and Modern. St. Cassimer. Anon. * * _* * N * I N * I N * s I ^§=S§ *=ar F Cir r c*g r res > ^S I ! i" «J! -^ ,J> , Jf ^=g E^tl 31 No. 17 Blessed feats of blessed martyrs, Holy days of holy men, With affection's recollections Greet we your return again. Worthy deeds they wrought and wonders, Worthy of the Name they bore; We with meetest praise and sweetest, Honor them for evermore. Faith prevailing, hope unfailing, Jesus loved with single heart — Thus they glorious and victorious Bravely bore the Martyr's part. Racked with torture, haled to slaughter, Fire, and axe, and murderous sword, Chains and prison, foes' derision They endured for Christ the Lord. So they passed through pain and sorrow, Till they sank in death to rest; Earth's rejected, God's elected, Gained a portion with the blest. By contempt of worldly pleasures, And by deeds of valor done, They have reached the land of Angels, And with them are knit in one. Made co-heirs with Christ in glory His celestial bliss they share: May they now before Him bending Help us onward by their prayer; That, this weary life completed, And its fleeting trials past, We may win eternal glory In our Father's home at last. Amen. 13th Century- MS. Translated by Dr. Neale, died 1866. All Saints. | i i i i H 1 S. Cutler. 1 | v4» --"p ~~i — • — * — r _ s _ =3- — N — 1- — » — * _ i J 1* -»— _*_ ■i\±i " 1 f y i l J — m _ 1 rr - m r£ 1 i I ~r~ 1 III J J . , N J i 1 •m- h i -m- -m- n^-r- 1 - i ^ -J-rS^J-n Wfj_dbz^z z^_i_ — : — ^_ —m- . m — w~ l^s-fe!- — p— .r 'TTrl — ti r- i .g — ~ — — - i ■ r ■ > r " i- ' - ■h— i- , J I Xr- 1- I U- I V— • r r" 5" r lE=SL=t ±z=t=zz±: = £: f = ir r F ?.5F I I 1=2: I I ^L .*. J. I I :— 1=— p— p- ^-i_«L N I j j- j- j i r » *l Pp I u» — —r ^ r * r r « ^ i • i « i r r i I INI ^^iHil^i^pip^ EiEEffEEffE ^± No. 18 The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar, Who follows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train. The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong, Who follows in his train? A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane; They bowed their necks the death to feel, Who follows in their train? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid; Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil and pain; O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train. Amen. Bishop Heber, died 1826. ■37 Jerusalem. H. Hemy. # r — i 1* — r H J J J J-l^ J J J I I I i * I l '. JJ, J is wh- ; p ; 'f'B Z lip r crtflP^ Pg I I I I J J '! | M J J l I I ^ I II ' ' pz p *=5=:n: J _i 1 (*— »- — _ 1 — -- — v mil E^p^ p~ r~ p~ — p: I J 1- mkk imk U I I 5 — v 1— •— — p i , 1 =*=3= EpE p dlOJ_|| i J r h i r r i i J* 1 -•- l i r rr i 1 i r -err 'wrj — j_zi dibit JLE£I :z i irl -i—% * 4#ES===H f — — «* — i — -v L_p_ — ^ — P- 1 l -i — -i — 1 — •— I No 19 Hark! the sound of holy voices, Marching with Thy Cross, their Chanting at the crystal sea, banner, Alleluia. Alleluia, They have triumphed, following Alleluia, Lord to Thee; Thee, the Captain of salvation, Multitude which none can number, Thee, their Saviour and their Like the stars in glory stands, King. Clothed in white apparel, holding Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suf- Palms of victory in their hands. fered; Gladly, Lord, with Thee they Patriarch, and holy Prophet, died; Who prepared the way of Christ, And by death to life immortal King, Apostle, Saint, Confessor, They were born and glorified. Martyr, and Evangelist: Saintly Maiden, godly Matron, Widows who have watched to Xow they reign in heavenly glory, prayer, Now they walk in golden light, Joined in holy concert, singing Xow they drink, as from a river, To the Lord of all, are there. Holy bliss and infinite; Love and peace they taste for ever, They have come from tribulation, And all truth and knowledge see And have washed their robes in In the Beatific Vision blood, Of the Blessed Trinity. Washed them in the Blood of Jesus; Tried they were and firm they God of God, the One-begotten, stood; Light of Light, Emmanuel. Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tor- In Whose Body joined together mented, All the saints for ever dwell, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, Pour upon us of Thy fulness, They have conquered death and That we may for evermore Satan God the Father, God the Son, and By the might of Christ the Lord. God the Holy Ghost adore. Amen. Bishop C. Wordsworth, died 1885. St. Peters. Staniforth. Esfct I I -jr.-rcg=Ar=fc^ ~- ppiipipi^S tp J^ ^ - ^ r-r No. 20 Jerusalem! my happy home! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of the Saints, O sweet and pleasant soil, In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil! Jerusalem! Jerusalem! God grant I once may see Thy endless joys, and of the same Partaker aye to be! Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square, Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thv pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Surpassing clear and fine. There David stands, with harp in hands, As master of the choir; Ten thousand times that man were blest That might this music hear! Our Lady sings Magnificat With tones surpassing sweet, And all the Virgins bear their part, Sitting about her feet. Tc Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing, Saint Austin doth the like; Old Simeon and Zachary Have not their songs to seek. There Magdalene hath left her moan, And cheerfully doth sing With blessed Saints whose harmony In every street doth ring. Jerusalem! my happy home, Would God I were in thee; Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see. Amen. Translated by Sir H. W. Baker, died 1877. 10 Dominus Regit Me. Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. M U. i 1 1 1 1 V=g: mmw^ ' * I 4 J2 1 J I J fi J II i I , » i - J4 J"J J I I I ,f If i*f > I 5 Am % 'I J I J. J ^-JJloi m f I II r \ r r i , «• , tf^y-f^r r c ult ir r r r i r g-rHit^+H ^a No. 21 The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing Jack if I am His, And He is mine forever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And, where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy Cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight; Thy Unction grace bestoweth ; And oh, what transport of delight From Thy pure Chalice flowethl And so through all the length of days, Thy goodness faileth never: Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house forever. Amen. Sir H. W. Baker, died 1877. n David. T. Morley. ^m^^mmmm?^m -*— r —f r~r _i . i I J- J I i i i i r — r— r r ^==2^ B&^^*==* S=H ■p r f ii / ' f r 1 ' f i 1 f i ' ■ ' & i J -i ^ J. -I i- ? J. A ^^^M 1 j J j J J Nil 1= J ' ■ -it — r ^ f HHH :ff— ffzziHi^t: J: M No. 22 Those eternal bowers Man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers Round the throne of God; Who may hope to gain them After weary fight? Who at length attain them, Clad in robes of white? He who gladly barters All on earthly ground; He who, like the martyrs, Says, "I will be crowned: He whose one oblation Is a life of love, Knit in God's salvation To the blest above. He who wakes from slumber At the Spirit's voice, Daring here to number Things unseen his choice; He who casts his burden Down at Jesus' cross; Christ's reproach his guerdon, All beside but loss. Shame upon you, legions Of the heavenly King, Citizens of regions Past imagining! What, with pipe and tabor Dream away the light, When He bids you labor, When He tells you, "Fight?' Jesus, Lord of Glory, As we breast the tide, Whisper Thou the story Of the other side; Where the saints are casting Crowns before Thy feet, Safe for everlasting, In Thyself complete. Amen. S. John of Damascus, circa 780. Translated by Dr. Neale, died 1*66. King's Teignton. In slow time. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. I^^^^,!!^ I A J . J J J "pT^ Hr I I rl f X t W ^F * I I IX'.HlijUJl l J PP! rT^r I J J i L- — v I I I K J__J I \^- SHI ^~ 1 ^HW i. M VV^mV Y VTi'l r i,j .i ,;i, i ^ f /yj/ i I ^. I m Jlf'U rT=r P I "I No. 23 O Jesu, Thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door, In lowly patience wailing To pass the threshold o'er: Shame on us, Christian brothers, His Name and sign who bear: Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us, To keep Him standing there! O Jesu, Thou art knocking: And lo! that hand is scarred, And thorns Thy brow encircle, And tears Thy face have marred: O love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait! O sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gatel O Jesu, Thou art pleading In accents meek and low, "I died for you, My children, And will ye treat Me so?" O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door: Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore. Amen. Bishop W. W. How, died 1897. 11 Adoration. Anon. No. 24 Jesu, my Lord, my God, my all, Jesu, what didst Thou find in me, Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call; That Thou hast dealt so lovingly? Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place How great the joy that Thou hast brought, Pour down the riches of Thy grace; So far exceeding hope or thought; Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore, Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more O make me love Thee more and more. Jesu, too late I Thee have sought, Jesu, of Thee shall be my song, How can I love Thee as I ought; To Thee my heart and soul belong; And how extol Thy matchless fame, All that I have or am is Thine, The glorious beauty of Thy Name? And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine. Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore, Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore, O make me love Thee more and more O make me love Thee more and more. Amen. 45 Bt. Clements. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. Voices in unison. -I h i , , I- h I ,— p — |- m-t — m m 3 m—. — -m m ■* -I - !*^_*_1 --I- m i — r ff r=%^ I k I I I k r I I h J J I > I -J. E^dd= i — sp— i — r i^^ ^N i J — u d*m. /rs cres. . *=?: r¥ rrrT :£=t Ff p — i — i- - J K=^=zJ:r =q==r > I I . I* -J- -J- J . J* I I II I I k i 1 P 1 — *— i — r i — r p , i p o- :z)zzzq^=} _ | [ J , — V- ) — TT FJ N I I | J— -I ^ = fl f^m i * it - i k i i r~ i r* i -- 1 — t?— i — r J. SU-Ai-il 4.4 J ■p— i — r IeeP^PI 4(S No. 25 Jesus, Master, King of Glory. Still to Thee we turn for life; Conqu'ror when the battle's sorest, O sustain us in the strife. When the world is hard upon us, And we flinch before its scorn, Let us learn an earnest purpose, From Thy forehead, pierced with thorn. Jesus, Master, etc. When the Flesh is strong, and round us All its poisonous vapors roll, By Thy lacerated Body. Dear Redeemer, save the soul. Jesus, Master, etc. When the Fiend with subtlest temptings Lures us to our endless loss, Mighty Master, strike the strong one With the sharpness of Thy cross. Jesus, Master, etc. When the last dark storm is gathering, And our hearts are swept with fear, By the love of Thy dear Passion, Master, let us feel Thee near. Jesus, Master, etc. So when all at last is ended, And the Rest is reached above, May we swell Thy Heart's rejoicings With the rapture of our love. Jesus, Master, etc. Amen. Canon W. J. Knox Little. <7 St. Philip. fa Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. m n h j hi i J J j i jijj j r" » 'r c r w £=±-\ , . s I f t x Hii 1 e 'p e r ■N J . rft ^ IN _J___p gr « ^ J -^- ^ p__Ili_ "?LL:?~_ £^rzz^zrjr^rz^z^zr=*z£g£§z:gz:[z?-z-: ^-'zzzgzrg^^y U I U I i^l ki >' *• U- "^ ' 4R No. 26 I worship Thee, sweet Will of God! And all Thy ways adore, And every day I live I seem To love Thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule Of Jesus' toils and tears; The passion of His yearning Heart Those three-and-thirty years. And He hath breathed into my soul A special love of Thee, A love to lose my will in His And by that loss be free. When obstacles and trials seem Like prison-walls to be, I do the little I can do, And leave the rest to Thee. I have no cares, O blessed Will! For all my cares are Thine; I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou Hast made Thy triumphs mine. Man's weakness waiting upon God, Its end can never miss, For men on earth no work can do More angel-like than this. He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost; God's Will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at His cost. Ill that He blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be His sweet Will! Amen. Rev. F. W. Faber, D.D., died 1863. St. James. J. E. Roe. ■*-4 u «t*f} t ItMttwtt i A. J A A j..Aj. 'j A A A J j j j w=t— nri-c I ->» — I >-i — I * 1 ,-n 1 ' —* 1 — n IM j j irUrLl J II i-f-*+^ m i | !| am A. A" A A J. * N J.J A9±±J A. j , * i m m m \ m - m m mum — _ i zzizz as ^--i *- I I* I ^il^lSSi * i l j t j j Jij , J j j i i J : s~ -JV-4 I s I I I BH j:^ W. J., ud. J. J *. ^ -L J = • ♦ m . w. l-S n — i fc N s — *■ ._&_j. -* — N_=*=ri=r:fe± I -• ~> - I Trt A AA^AA A A jjj > > -•- **■ j*_ • ^L rr B ! — I*- >_> — *_*—-*> — K s s ^E^fefeT-H rl "5"" *»~V 4 ifc—U 'TF U I M ^ y y y r r r \ ^ ' ^ I -L A4AAAA AAA_ _a_ a a* a A J~J. e L" * £ r t ^^^^ .so No. 27 Evensong is hushed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh: Strengthen us for work to-morrow, Son of Mary, God most High. Thou Who in the village workshop, Fashioning the yoke and plough, Didst eat bread by daily labor, Succour them that labor now. We are weary of life-long toil, Of sorrow, and pain, and sin; But there is a City with streets of gold, And all is peace within. We have sung the Psalms Thou sangest In thy Father's House of old, When the voices of the Levites In a storm of music roll'd : We have done as Thou hast ordered, Off'ring up the Bread and Wine: Words of power are softly spoken, Jesus comes into His shrine. We are weary, etc. How are we to reach that City, Whose delights no tongue may tell? By the faith that looks to Jesus, Who sat weary by the well: Sinful men and sinful women, He will wash our sins away; He will take us to the Sheepfold, Whence no sheep can ever stray. We are weary, etc. There the dear ones who have left us We shall some day meet again; There will be no bitter partings, No more sorrow, death or pain. Evensong has closed in silence, And the hour of rest is nigh: Lighten thcu our darkness, Jesus, Son of Mary, God most High! We are weary, etc. Amen. Rev. John Purchas, died 1872. 51 Castleton Alfred Q. Mortimer, D.D. IE J. * JJJ^-J i^U » ^nJ. J. II J.-* J.i^J i — i 1 — r .- - i — r 333E?; i > s i is j 1— \m — i— r 1 * \ * \ \0 i N i _ *^— . ^i is i i '-J— ,, J X.Ut tfliff f| r 5 f< S Ep g i | *r r No. 28 Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come:" And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, etc. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus, etc. Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, etc. Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping: Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadow break in cloudless love. Angels of Jesus, etc. Amen. Rev. F. W. Faber, D.D., died 1863. 53 Melita. Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. f *■ ■ ■• i i r i > i rrT ^ ^ a^ i — s^-i — I i-J * 1 Lj' £J-H — t l =F=J frr* * i-- 1 - i i 2* I v I T J, J, J J J, J^ J , J,j J fU =!_, ^—j r =i_, 1 ,- , — tc^j e;e^ .0—4— J. ■ 1 I |w ! | |l h J «P S^ j- j j. No. 29 Eternal Father! strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea! Whose voice the waters their raging at Thy O Christ! heard And hushed word — Who walk'dst on the foaming deep, And calm amidst its rage didst sleep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea! Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea! O Trinity of love and power ! Our brethren shield in danger's hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. Amen. William Whiting, died 1878. N Alfred Q. Mortimer, D.D. w>9 I «» ■ ^=a=*T= Safe home! Safe home in port! Rent cordage, shattered deck, Torn sails, provisions short, And only not a wreck: But oh, the joy upon the shore, To tell our voyage-perils o'er! Xo more the foe can harm: Xo more of leaguer'd camp. And cry of night alarm, And need of ready lamp: And yet how nearly had he failed. — How nearly had that foe prevail'd! The prize, the prize secure! The athlete nearly fell; Bare all he could endure, And bare not always well: But he may smile at troubles gone Who sets the victor-garland on! III. The lamb is in the fold In perfect safety penn'd; The lion once had hold, And thought to make an end. But One came by with wounded Side, And for the sheep the Shepherd died. S. Joseph the Hymnographer, circa 840. Translated by Dr. Neale, died 1866. The exile is at home! — Oh, nights and days of tears, Oh, longings not to roam, Oh, sins and doubts and fears, — What matter now, when (so men say) The King has wip'd those tears away ? VI. O happy, happy Bride! Thy widow'd hours are past, The Bridegroom at thy side, Thou all His own at last! The sorrows of thy former cup In full fruition swallow'd up! Amen. SB St. Austin's. Voices in unison. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. ' r- — • 1 • — u ~ — »- — r n ^ ^ i r 5- S— i- m — L( m-\ Harmony J?ine. ■» » l » 5 * * gU J J J II g ■ ' A *l r> N i=S I I N * I k N • • i -r— r— *-* #^p^a | *■ u» — j N N I „ I , J J I ■+ ^mmm^m I — r— r T s nil g~y * #»• y^ ^ ■ J -^||JJlJj^ 3b • U» i I I I j|- ^ r -*■ - flr g-. -g- ^_ fcv C T: i r r r r til— N * @=U=t^ ±=t=t -^ r- g =g: ±££A£A -* + '-m^m—^z-iz^z=t I I M No. 31 We march, we march to victory! With the Cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us. We come in the might of the Lord of Light, In surpliced train to meet Him, And we put to flight the armies of night, That the sons of the day may greet Him. We march, we march, etc. He marches in front of His banner unfurled, Which He raised that His own might find Him; And the Holy Church throughout all the world Falls into rank behind Him. We march, we march, etc. And the choir of angels with song awaits Our march to the golden Sion; For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, And burst the bars of iron. We march, we march, etc. Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us, With His eye of love looking down from above, And His holy arm spread o'er us. We march, we march to victory! With the Cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us. Amen. Rev. Gerard Moultrie, died 1885. W Litany of the Holy Childhood N Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. sn -J. N.-L n r— 5 n. | si. No. 32 God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, Three in One, Hear vis from Thy heavenly Throne, Spare us, Holy Trinity. Jesu, by the Mother-Maid In Thy swaddling-clothes arrayed, And within a manger laid, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Jesu. Saviour ever mild, Horn for us a little Child Of the Virgin undefiled, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Jesu, at Whose Infant Feet Shepherds, coming Thee to greet. Knelt to pay their worship meet, Hear us, Holy Jesu. M No. 32- -CONTINUED Jesu, unto Whom of yore From refusing to obey, Wise men, hastening to adore, From the love of our own way, Gold and myrrh and incense bore, From forgetfulness to pray, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. Jesu, to Thy Temple brought, in. Whom, by Thy good Spirit taught, By Thy Birth and early years, Simeon and Anna sought, By Thine Infant wants and fears, Hear us, Holy Jesu. By Thy sorrows and Thy tears, Jesu, Who didst deign to flee Save us, Holy Jesu. From King Herod's cruelty By Thy Pattern bright and pure, In Thy earliest Infancy, By the pains Thou didst endure Hear us, Holy Jesu. Our salvation to procure, Save us, Holy Jesu. Jesu, Whom Thy Mother found 'Midst the doctors sitting round, By Thy Wounds and thorn-crowned Marveling at Thy Words profound, Head, Hear us, Holy Jesu. By Thy Blood for sinners shed, By Thy Rising from the dead, ii. Save us, Holy Jesu. From all pride and vain conceit, By the Name we bow before, From all spite and angry heat, Human Name, which evermore From all lying and deceit, All the hosts of heaven adore, Save us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. From all sloth and idleness, By Thine own unconquered might, From not caring for distress, By Thy glory in the height, From all lust and greediness, By Thy mercies infinite, Save us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. Amen. Committee of Clergy. W Litany of the Passion. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. I s i ^ J * N J | fc J £ I h j fe^s= -*-«' ^r =*^ -i — rH- =^F0 -d' i -^ =r ffl c r r * ' J3- s 1 £^L_I — -*L_t U-R— -*-T— 1 I— ^ r =^=k- _e_i — — * i - u No. 33 God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, Three in One, Hear us from Thy heavenly Throne, Spare us, Holy Trinity. Jesu, Who for us didst bear Scorn and sorrow, toil and care, Hearken to our lowly prayer; Hear us, Holy Jesu. By that hour of Agony, Spent while Thine Apostles three Slumbered in Gethsemane, Hear us, Holy Jesu. By Thou thrice didst the prayer pray That the cup might pass away, So Thou mightest still obey, Hear us, Holy Jesu. 60 NO. 33— CONTINUED By the kiss of treachery By Thy nailing to the Tree, To Thy foes betraying Thee, By the title over Thee, By Thy harsh captivity, By the gloom of Calvary, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Hear us, Holy Jesu. By the scourging Thou hast borne, By the purple robe of scorn, By the reed and crown of thorn, Hear us, Holy Jesu. By the parting of Thy clothes, By the mocking of Thy foes, As they watched Thy dying woes, Hear us, Holy Jesu. By Thy seven Words then said, By the insult of the Jews, By the bowing of Thy Head, When Barabbas they would choose, By Thy numbering with the dead, And did Thee their King refuse, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Hear us, Holy Jesu. When temptation sore is rife, By Thy going forth to die, When we faint amidst the strife, When they raised the wicked cry, Thou, Whose death hath been our "Crucify Him, crucify!" life, Hear us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. By the Cross which Thou didst bear, While on stormy seas we toss, By the cup they bade Thee share, Let us count all things as kbs Mingled gall and vinegar, But Thee only on Thy Cross: Hear us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. So, with hope in Thee made fast, When death's bitterness is past We may see 1 hy Face at last: Save us, rioly Jesu. Amen. Committee of Clergy. 6] Litany of the Blessed Sacrament. Alfred G. Mortimer, D.D. ^— * * -*=*: i^i -I x It s \ N I u» I No. 34 God the Father, God the Word, God the Holy Ghost adored, Blessed Trinity, One Lord: Hear us, Holy Trinity. God for man Incarnate made, Price for our redemption paid, Lamb upon the Altar laid; Hear us, Holv Jesu. Spotless Victim, sinless Priest, Thou the Giver, Thou the Feast, Shared by greatest and by least; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Shadowed by the Offering Which Melchizedec did bring, Priest of God, and Salem's King; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Rainbow, pledge of mercy given, Manna that came down from heaven, Rock for weary pilgrims riven; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Pillar of the cloud and light, Guide by day, and Guard by night, Presence veiled from human sight; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Tree of life in Paradise, Dew of blessing from the skies, Whence the living waters rise; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Shew-bread in the Temple spread, Holy Offering, purest Bread, Food on which Thy priests are fed; Hear us, Holy Jesu. 62 No. 34- -CONTINUED Ark of covenanted grace, By Tny pleading o.i the throne Glory of the holy Place, Thy One Offering for Thine own, Radiance from the Father's face; On tue heavenly Altar shewn; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. Cake that spreadst alarm among By the Holy Sacrifice All the Midianitish throng, Offered here in earthly guise, Bread that mak'st Elijah strong; One with That above the skies; Hear us, Holy Jesu. Save us, Holy Jesu. Thou in sacred type the Meal Sin's dread poison brought to heal, in. Thou redemption's Pledge and Seal; That Thou wouldst supply our need, Hear us, Holy Jesu. When with Prayer and Praise and Paschal Lamb, on that last night Creed Offered in the newer rite, Thy great sacrifice we plead, As the law passed out of sight; Hear us, we beseech Thee. Hear us. Holy Jesu. Be Thou with us in Thy might, ii. When before our dying sight Worlds unknown come forth to From all unbelief in Thee, light; Hear us, we beseech Thee. Who dost deign our Food to be In this wondrous Mystery; Save us, Holv Jesu. Feed us in that last dread hour. From contempt and proud offence. Stay our weakness with Thy power, Judging God by human sense, Make the evil tempter cower; From all cold indifference; Hear us, we oeseech Thee. Save us, Holy Jesu. Bid the mortal struggle cease, From a careless drawing near, Give our spirits safe release, Unrestrained by love and fear, So shall we depart in peace; To Thy Presence veiled here; Hear us, we beseech Thee. Save us, Holy Jesu. From a heart which, fed by Thee, Lamb of God, we worship Thee, Takes Thy Gift unheedingly, Who from sin hath set us free; Leaves \aj Board unthankfully; Thine all praise and glory be; Save us, Holy Jesu. Hear us, we beseech Thee. Amen. Committee of Clergy. Unber NUMBER PAGE The Order for Evening Prayer 3-10 1 While shepherds watched their flocks by night 14 2 Hark! the herald-angels sing 15 3 See amid the winter's snow 17 4 Glory to Thee, O Lord 18 5 The ancient law departs 19 6 Jesu, Name all names above 21 7 Lo, the pilgrim Magi 23 8 The strife is o'er, the battle done 24 9 Thou art gone up on high 25 10 Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come 26 1 1 Shall we not love thee, Mother dear 27 ij All shall call thee Blessed 29 13 Virgin-born, we bow before Thee 30 1 4 O Christ, Thou Lord of worlds ! 31 1 5 Captains of the saintly band 32 16 Behold the messengers of Christ 33 17. Blessed feasts of blessed martyrs 35 18 The Son of God goes forth to war t>7 19 Hark! the sound of holy voices 39 20 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 40 21 The King of love my Shepherd is 41 22 Those eternal bowers 43 23 O Jesu, Thou art standing 44 24 Jesu, my Lord, my God, my all 45 25 Jesus, Master, King of Glory 47 26 I worship Thee, sweet Will of God! 49 27 Evensong is hushed in silence 51 _'8 Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling 53 29 Eternal Father ! strong to save 54 30 Safe home! Safe home in port! 55 31 We march, we march to victory! 57 2,2 Litany of the Holy Childhood 58 2>z Litany of the Passion 60 34 Litany of the Blessed Sacrament 62 The tunes to Hymns Nos. 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 13, 23, 24, 25, 28, 30, ji, 32, 33 and 34 are copyright. 64