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And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see Thee stand
At God’s right hand,
To take us up to heaven.

119. S.M.

• THE HOLY INNocents’ DAY.

GLoRY to Thee, O Lord!
Who, from this world of sin,

By the fierce monarch’s ruthless sword
Those precious ones didst win

Glory to Thee, O Lord!
For now, all grief unknown,

They wait in patience their reward,
The martyr's heavenly crown!

Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,

They pass'd unconsciously the flood,
And safely gain’d the shore.

Glory to Thee! for all
The ransom'd infant band,

Who since that hour have heard thy call,
And reach'd the quiet land!

Oh! that our hearts within,
Like theirs, were pure and bright;

Oh! that as free from wilful 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 !

120. D.C. M.


O THou, to whose all-seeing eye
Earth’s mysteries are clear,
Who bright as noonday canst descry
What we deem darkest here,
Make us in lowly faith rejoice,
With her, who on this day
First heard the Angel’s wondrous voice,
And heard, but to obey!

For though on Duty’s narrow path
Dark clouds awhile may rest,
One light the weary spirit hath,
To know, thy way is best
And say, “Whate'er betide, yet still
Behold thy servant, Lord!
Be it to me, through good and ill,
According to thy word!”

121. P.M.


INSPIRER and Hearer of prayer,
Thou Feeder and Guardian of thine,

My all, to thy covenant care,
I sleeping and waking resign:

If Thou art my Shield and my Sun,
The night is no darkness to me,

And, fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to Thee.

Thy ministering spirits descend,
To watch while thy saints are asleep;

By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep :

Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing;

And while they protect my repose,
They chant to the praise of my King.

I, too, at the season ordain'd,
Their chorus for ever shall join;

And love and adore without end
Their faithful Creator, and mine.

122. S.M.


THE Lord, the Sovereign King,
Hath fix’d his throne on high;

O'er all the heavenly world He rules,
And all beneath the sky.

Ye angels, great in might,
And swift to do his will,

Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,

And guard his people when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.

While all his wondrous works
Through his vast kingdom show

Their Maker’s glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his praises too.


For all thy saints, O Lord,

Who strove in Thee to live,
Who follow’d Thee, obey'd, adored,

Our grateful hymn receive.

For all thy saints, O Lord,

Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted Thee their great reward,

And strove in Thee to die.

They all, in life and death,

With Thee, their Lord, in view, Learn’d from thy Holy Spirit's breath

To suffer and to do.

For this thy name we bless,

And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness,

And live and die in Thee.

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CoME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost thy seven-fold gifts impart.

Thy blessed unction from above,
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.

Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of thy grace.
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.

Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but One.
That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song;

Praise to thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

125. C.M.

CoME, Holy Ghost, eternal God,
Proceeding from above,
Both from the Father and the Son,
The God of peace and love;

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