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539. 1 Christ to the young man said: “Yet one thing
more, “If thou wouldst perfect be:“ Sell all thou hast, and give it to the poor,
“ And come and follow me!”
Those sacred words hath said,
Laid on a young man's head.
The unseen Christ shall move,
his arm, and say, “Dost thou, dear Lord, approve ?” 4 Beside him at the marriage feast shall be,
To make the scene more fair: Beside him in the dark Gethsemane
Of pain, and midnight prayer.
Like the beloved John,
And thus to journey on!
Thy blessing now await;
Štands at the temple gate!
2 A holy purpose in his heart
Has deepened calm and still; Now from his childhood's Nazareth
He comes, to do Thy will.
3 O Father! keep his soul alive
To every hope of good;
Man's truest brotherhood !
4 O Father! keep his spirit quick
To every form of wrong;
May his rebuke be strong!
5 And as he doth Christ's footsteps press,
If e'er his faith grow dim,
Thine Angels strengthen him !
6 And give him in Thy holy work
Patience to wait Thy time,
The soul's serener clime.
Into Thy perfect rest;
Bless! and they shall be blest !
Lord, Thine assembled servants bless;
And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. 2 Within thy temple, when we stand
To teach the truth, as taught by thee;
The angels of the Churches be.
Firmness with meekness, from above,
And love the souls whom thou dost love: 4 To watch, and pray, and never faint,
By day and night, strict guard to keep,
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. 5 Then, when our work is finished here,
In humble hope our charge resign; When the Chief Shepherd shall appear, O God! may they and we be Thine !
1 Ye who your Lord's commission bear,
His way of mercy to prepare ;
2 Think not of rest; though dreams be sweet,
; Is not God's oath upon your head,
Ne'er to sink back on slothful bed ? 3 Never again your loins untie,
Nor let your torches waste and die,
1 Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass !
Ye bars of iron! yield;
The Cross is in the field.
That leads the train of night,
His servants to the fight.
Mysteriously at strife,
For more than death or life. 4 Ye armies of the living God,
His sacramental host!
Take your appointed post.
5 Follow the Cross, the ark of peace
Accompany your path ;
From bondage and from wrath. 6 Uplifted are the gates of brass;
The bars of iron yield; Behold the King of Glory pass;
The Cross hath won the field.
1 Assembled at Thy great command,
Here in Thy presence, Lord, we stand;
Has called Thy people from afar. 2 We meet through distant lands to spread
The Truth for which the Martyrs bled; Along the line, to either pole,
The thunders of Thy praise to roll.
Our hopes revive; our courage raise ;
The single eye, the faithful heart.
Recal the wandering spirits home;