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St. MATTHIAS 275 D, RAISE to the heavenly Wisdom

The saintly life's beginnings,

The traitor's secret fall; Our own ascended Master,

Who heard his Church's cry, Made known his guiding presence,

And ruled her from on high.

2 Elect in his foreknowledge,

To fill the lost one's place; He formed his chosen vessel

By hidden gifts of grace;
Then, by the lot's disposing,

He lifted up the poor,
And set him with the Princes

On high for evermore.

3 Still guide thy Church, chief Shepherd,

Her losses still renew; Be_thy dread keys entrusted

To faithful hands and true;
Apostles of thy choosing

May all her rulers be,
That each with joy may render
His last account to thee! Amen.

John Ellerton, 1888


RAISE we the Lord this day,

This day so long foretold,
Whose promise shone with cheering ray

On waiting saints of old.

2 The prophet gave the sign

For faithful men to read;
A virgin born of David's line

Shall bear the promised Seed. 3 Ask not how this should be,

But worship and adore,
Like her whom heaven's majesty

Came down to shadow o'er. 4 Meekly she bowed her head

To hear the gracious word, Mary, the pure and lowly maid,

The favoured of the Lord. 5 Blessèd shall be her name

In all the Church on earth, Through whom that wondrous mercy came, The incarnate Saviour's birth.

Anonymous, 1846 277

S.M. LEST are the pure in heart,

For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs;

Their soul is Christ's abode. 2 The Lord, who left the heavens

Our life and peace to bring, To dwell in lowliness with men

Their pattern and their King; 3 He to the lowly soul

Doth still himself impart;
And for his dwelling and his throne

Chooseth the pure in heart. 4 Lord, we thy presence seek;

May ours this blessing be;
Give us a pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for thee. Amen.

John Keble, 1819, alt., cento


St. MARK 278 E praise thy grace, O Saviour,

That beareth with us long,
And ever out of weakness

Thy servants maketh strong.


2 The saint, who left his comrades,

And turned back from the fight,
Behold at last victorious

In thy prevailing might!
3 From thee, Lord, came the courage

Once more to front the host:
Thy strength, most mighty Saviour,

In weakness shineth most.

4 Thy love Saint Mark hath numbered

Among the blessèd four,
And all the world rejoiceth

To learn his Gospel-lore.

5 O Lord, our human weakness

With pitying eye behold;
Uplift the fainting spirit,

And make the coward bold.

6 O Jesus, glorious Victor

O’er all the hosts of sin,
In us thy strength make perfect,
In us the victory win. Amen.

W. Walsham Horo, 1871

Also the following 288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measure


C.M. THOU art the Way, to thee alone

And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the way, the Truth, the Life;

Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow. Amen.

George W. Doane, 1824


SON of God, our Captain of salvation,
Thyself by suffering schooled to human

grief, We bless thee for thy sons of consolation,

Who follow in the steps of thee their Chief; 2 Those whom thy Spirit's dread vocation

severs, To lead the vanguard of thy conquering

host; Whose toilsome years are spent in brave

endeavours To bear thy saving Name from coast

to coast;

3 Those whose bright faith makes feeble

hearts grow stronger, And sends fresh warriors to the great

campaign, Bids the lone convert feel estranged no


And wins the sundered to be one again; 4 And all true helpers, patient, kind, and

skillful, Who shed thy light across our darkened

earth, Counsel the doubting, and restrain the

willful, Soothe the sick bed, and share the

children's mirth. 5 Such was thy Levite, strong in self

oblation To cast his all at thine apostles' feet; He whose name, through every

Christian nation,
From age to age our thankful strains

repeat. 6 Thus, Lord, thy Barnabas in memory

keeping, Still be thy Church's watchword, “Com


fort ye,

Till in our Father's house shall end our

weeping, And all our wants be satisfied in thee.


John Ellerton, 1871 281 D. THE son of Consolation!

Of Levi's priestly line,
Filled with the Holy Spirit

And fervent faith divine.


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