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Crowns of life by death receiving,
Priests and Levites, Gospel preachers,
All are blest together praising
Thrice repeated anthems raising
So may we with hearts devoted,
So may we by GoD promoted,
“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.” 153. WHO are these like stars appearing, These before GoD's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band P Alleluia! hark, they sing— Praising loud their Heavenly King.
Who are these in dazzling brightness,
These are they who have contended
Wrestling on till life was ended,
These, who well the fight sustained
These are they whose hearts were riven,
These, the Almighty contemplating,
“These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.” 154. O JESU, Source of sanctity, In Whom Thy servants live, All glory for Thy saints to Thee, SAviour of men, we give.
All glory for Thine angel train,
All glory for those ancient men,
All glory for the messenger
For the blest Virgin glory, her
All glory for Thy chosen band,
To publish peace from land to land,
For Thy meek priests a goodly choir,
Youth, maiden mild, and hoary sire,
For these, for all Thy saints Thy Name
Strong in Thy strength may follow them,
Commemoration of 3postIts.
“Their sound went into all the earth, and their words unto the ends of the world.” 155 THE LORD's eternal gifts, The Apostles' mighty praise, Their victories and high reward, Sing we in joyful lays.
Lords of the churches they;
Triumphant chiefs of war,
True lights for evermore.
Theirs was the Saints' high faith,
And quenchless hope's pure glow,
The world's fell tyrant low.
In them the FATHER shone,
In them the SoN o'ercame,
And filled their hearts with flame.
To GoD the FATHER, SoN,
And SPIRIT, glory be ;
Through all eternity.
“Who maketh the clouds His chariot and walketh upon the wings of the wind ; He maketh His angels spirits, and His mimisters a flaming fire.” 156. DISPOSER Supreme, And Judge of the earth, Who choosest for Thine The weak and the poor;
To frail earthen vessels
Entrusting Thy riches
Those vessels soon fail,
Like clouds are they borne
They thunder—their sound
O loud be Thy trump,
All glory to Thee
“O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, let the whole earth stand in awe of Him. Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is King.”
157. YE captains of a #. host,
Lights rising o'er a wintry night
On error's long-bewildered sight,
Captains—but not of spear and shield,
No arms of eloquence to wield,
The chain is riven, and broke the rod,
And we are free to serve our God,
To distant lands His heralds fleet,
How beauteous are their passing feet,
To FATHER, SoN, and Holy GHosT,
Who calleth us in darkness lost,