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Almighty God, to Thee

Be endless honour done,
The sacred Persons Three,

The power and Godhead one:

Where reason fails with all her powers,
There faith prevails, and love adores.

1 Good-will to mortals shewn!
10 God be glory, peace on earth,

We praise, we bless, we glorify,
We worship Thee alone.

2 We thank Thee for Thy glorious grace,
That fills our souls with light;

Lord God! the King of heaven, the God
And Father of all might!

3 And Thou, beloved Son of God,
That tak'st our sins away,
Have mercy, Saviour of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!

4 Thou, with the Holy Ghost, O Christ,
Whom heaven and earth adore,
High in the Father's glory art
Exalted evermore.

C. M.

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SAINTS' DAYS.

THE

HE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain ;

His blood-red banner streams afar!
Who follows in His train?

C. M.

2 Who best can drink His cup Triumphant over pain,

of woe,

Who patient bears His cross below,
He follows in His train!

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.

4 A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.

5 A noble army-men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.

6 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain :

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O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in their train!

C. M.

H Where all their white array?

OW bright these glorious spirits shine!

How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

2 Lo! these are they, from sufferings great,
Who came to realms of light,

And in the blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.

3 Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amid
The glories of the sky.

4 The Lamb that dwells amidst the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

5 'Mid pastures green He'll lead His flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off

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every tear.

Fostrove in Thee to live,
FOR

OR all Thy saints, O Lord,
Who

Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.

2 For all Thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted Thee their great reward,
And strove in Thee to die.

3 They all, in life and death,

With Thee their Lord in view,
Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.

4 For this Thy Name we bless,
And humbly beg that we

May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in Thee.

S. M.

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POUR

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EMBER WEEK.

OUR out Thy Spirit from on high,
Lord, Thine appointed servants bless :
Graces and gifts to each supply,

L. M.

And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. 2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness with meekness from above, To bear Thy people on their heart, And love the souls whom Thou dost love: 3 To watch, and pray, and never faint,

By day and night strict guard to keep,
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,

Protect Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep.
4 Then, when their work is finished here,
Let them in hope their charge resign;
When the Chief Shepherd shall appear,
O God, may they and we be Thine!

1 IN token that thou shalt not fear

We print the Cross upon thee here,
And stamp thee His alone.

2 In token that thou shalt not blush
To glory in His Name,
We blazon here upon thy front
His glory and His shame.

C. M

3 In token that thou shalt not flinch
Christ's conflict to maintain,
But 'neath His banner manfully
Firm at thy post remain :

4 In token that thou too shalt tread
The path He travelled by,
Endure the cross, despise the shame,
And sit with Him on high:

5 Thus outwardly and visibly,
We seal thee for His own;

may

And the brow that wears His cross
Hereafter share His crown!

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HOLY COMMUNION.

Y God, and is Thy table spread,

L. M

1 And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?

Thither be all Thy children led,

And let them all Thy sweetness know.
2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Communion of His flesh and blood!
Thrice-happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

3 O let Thy table honoured be,

And furnished well with joyful guests!
May every soul salvation see,

Who here its sacred pledges tastes!