When time has run its destined course, and all our years are fled, He comes with monarch's pomp and power, to wake and judge the dead; Then help us, Lord, while sinners' hearts shall sicken with dismay, To lift our heads, and joyful hail Redemption's perfect day. THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, Oh! on that day, that wrathful day, HOLYDAYS. 113. SAINTS' DAYS. THE Son of God goes forth to war, His blood-red banner streams afar : C.M. Who best can drink his cup of woe, Who patient bears his cross below, The martyr first, whose eagle eye Like him, with pardon on his tongue, He pray'd for them that did the wrong: A glorious band, the chosen few, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, They climb'd the steep ascent of heaven Oh God! to us may grace be given 114. SAINTS' DAYS. O LORD! in all our trials here, Help us without one doubt or fear C.M. To look from earth to yon bright sky, And there by faith behold The glories hid from mortal eye, And if contempt, reproach, or loss 115. SAINTS' DAYS. THEE we adore, eternal Lord! L.M. We praise thy name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee. To Thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high; The heavens and all the powers therein. Thee, Holy, holy, holy King! 116. ST. ANDREW'S DAY. JESUS calls us, o'er the tumult Of our life's wild restless sea, P.M. As, of old, St. Andrew heard it Turn'd from home, and toil, and kindred, JESUS calls us from the worship In our joys and in our sorrows, JESUS calls us-By thy mercies, 117. ST. THOMAS'S DAY. O THOU, who didst with love untold And bade the of sense behold What faith should have made clear, C.M. Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe, And from his hour of darkness draw And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear, Oh! let us only lowlier bow In self-distrusting fear; And pray that we may never dare 118. ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. HEAD of the Church triumphant, Till Thou appear, Thy members here Shall sing like those in glory. And give to God The praise of our salvation. Thou dost conduct thy people While Thou art near, The fire of tribulation; The world, with sin and Satan, Break through them all, By faith we see the glory To which Thou shalt restore us; The world despise For that high prize Which Thou hast set before us; P.M. |