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“Among them that are born of woman, there is not a greater prophet than John the Baptist.” 147. O BLESSED Saint of snow-white purity Dweller in wastes forlorn, O mightiest of the martyr host on high Greatest of prophets born 1

Of all the diadems that on the brows
Of saints in glory shine,
Not one with brighter, purer lustre glows
In Heaven's high court than thine.
O gracious LoRD, Thy tender, pitying gaze
ast down from Thy dread throne:
Straighten our crooked, smooth our rugged ways,
And break our hearts of stone.

So may the world's Redeemer find us meet
To offer Him a place,

Where He may set His ever-blessed feet,
Coming with gifts of grace.

Praise in the Heavens to Thee, O First and Last, The Trine Eternal GoD !

Spare, JESU, spare Thy people, whom Thou hast Redeemed with Thy Blood.

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“His throne was like the fiery flame; thousand thousands ministered unto Him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stood before Him.” 148. CHRIST! in highest Heaven enthroned, Equal of Thy FATHER's might, By pure spirits, trembling, owned, GoD of GoD, and Light of Light, Thee 'mid angel-hosts we sing, Thee, their Maker and their King.

All who circling round adore Thee,
All who bow before Thy throne,

Burn with flaming zeal before Thee,
Thy behests to carry down.

To and fro 'twixt earth and Heaven,
Speed they each on errands given.

First of all those legions glorious,
Michael waves his sword of flame,
Who of old in war victorious
Did the dragon's fierceness tame;
Who with might invincible
Thrust the rebel down to hell.

“Who like God?” the archangel shouted,
This the word that pealed on high,
When the apostate armies routed,
Fell tumultuous from the sky;
GoD, by Whom the fight was won,
Gave the triumph and the crown.

First of all the winged creation,
More than other angels fair,
Thou to GoD hast nearer station,
In His counsels deeper share;
Thou Heaven openet, thou the dead
Dost to CHRIST's tribunal lead.

Thou to aid the sick and dying,
Sent from Heaven dost . fly,
Grace divine and strength supplying
In their mortal agony:
Souls released from bondage here,
Thou to Paradise dost bear.

To the FATHER praise be given,
By the unfallen angel-host,
Who in His great war have striven
With the legions of the lost,
Equal praise in highest Heaven
To the SoN and Holy GHoST.

“I say unto you, that in Heaven their angels do always behold the face of My FATHER, Which is in Heaven.”

149. WHERE the angelic hosts adore Thee, Thou o'er earth and Heaven dost reign,

At Thy word they rose before Thee,
And Thy breath doth them sustain.

From high angels Thee attending,
Thou dost faithful guardians send,

In mysterious ways descending,
May they keep us to the end.

Reep us, else with wiles deceiving

The persuader of all ill,

Round his deadly meshes weaving,
The lost soul will rend and kill.

All creation bows before Thee,
FATHER, SoN, and Holy GHOST;

Highest angels that adore Thee,
Succour and sustain the lost.

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“And there shall be no more night there, and they need no io neither light of the sun, for the Lord GoD giveth them 15O. O HEAVENLY Jerusalem, Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessed are the people Thou storest in Thy walls!

Thou art the golden mansion,
Where saints for ever sing !

The seat of GoD's own chosen,
The palace of the King.

There GoD for ever sitteth,
Himself of all the Crown;

The Lamb the light that shineth,
And never goeth down.

Nought to this seat approacheth
Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their GoD for ever,
or day nor night they rest.

Calm hope from thence is leaning,
To her our longings bend;

No short-lived toil shall daunt us
For joys that cannot end.

To CHRIST the Sun that lightens
His Church above, below,

All things created bow.

“Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun, in the kingdom of their FATHER.” 151. How bright those glorious spirits shine, Whence all their bright array P How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day?

Lo! these are they from suffering great,
Who came to realms of light;

And in the Blood of CHRIST have wash’d
Those robes which shine so bright.

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

And serve the GoD they love amidst
The glories of the sky.

His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes ev'ry mouth to sing,

By day, by night, the sacred courts
With Alleluias ring.

Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;

GoD is their Sun, Whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.

The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside,

Feed them with o: divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

Midst pastures green He'll lead His flock
Where living streams appear;

And GoD the #. from every eye
Shall wipe off ev'ry tear.

“Ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the Living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the first-born, which are written in Heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator of the New Covenant.”

152. SPOUSE of CHRIST, in arms contending
O'er each clime beneath the sun,
Blend with prayers for help ascending
Notes of praise for triumphs won.

As the Church to-day rejoices,
All her saints in one to join,

So from earth let all our voices
Rise in melody divine.

Mary leads the sacred story,
M. with her heavenly Child,

Sharer with Him now in glor
Maid and Mother undefiled.

Angels next, in due gradation
Of their nine-fold ministry,

Hymn the FATHER of creation,
Maker of the stars on high.

John, the herald-voice sonorous,
More than prophet owned to be,

Patriarchs and seers in chorus,
Swell the angelic harmony.

Near to CHRIST the Apostles seated,
Trampling on the powers of hell,

By the promise now completed,
Judge the tribes of Israel.

They who nobly died believing,
Martyrs purpled in their gore,

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