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And now in Gel, The Three in One,
(Pulsum supernis sedibus. No. 89.)
Long time the fallen human race
In sinful darkness laid,
In hopeless wanderings strayed.
But now their King on earth descends
To teach the way to heaven,
Ilimself to exile given.
Ile comes to wanderers here below
Ilis succour to afford :
Ilimself their great reward.
Eternal God, within the veil
Of human flesh confined,
Redeemer of the world, to Thee
All glory we afford,
Be equally adored.
(Hæc illa solemnis dies. No. 90.)
This is the day, the solemn day,
the wrath of heaven.
Yes! He, the infinite great God,
Redeemer of the world, to thee
AN EVANGELIST'S DAY.
(Sinæ sub alto vertice. No. 91.)
The law on Sinai's fiery height,
'Mid thunderings was given : The lightning flash, the trumpet clang
Bespoke the God of heaven.
But now a veil of human flesh
Around his brightness thrown, Our God in milder beams arrayed,
To favoured man is shown.
The stone-writ law no strength could give
Its precepts to fulfil:
And sanctifies the will.
This Gospel law your faithful hands
And faithful lips revealed; Commended by your holy lives,
And by your life-blood sealed.
Which God's own hand hath traced,
(Christi perennes nuntii. No. 92.) HERALDS of Christ, to every age, Who open wide the Gospel page, Unfolding all the wondrous plan Of love divine to sinful man. The mysteries, which beneath the law The holy Prophets dimly saw, Ye now behold in open day, For Christ removes these shades away. The woes he bore, the words he taught, The wondrous miracles he wrought, All this ye wrote, as God decreed, That all posterity might read. The self-same Spirit was your guide, On him
faithful minds relied ; Oh! may that Spirit still be given To teach our hearts the laws of heaven!
Oh ! praise the Father, praise the Son,
ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES.
(Prædicta Christi mors adest. Na 93.)
At length draws near the long-expected day,
But, oh! ye saints, your anxious fears remove; For though no more on earth your Lord will stay,
Ye lose his presence, but retain his love. Oh! then be strong, and fortify your hearts,
The vain contentions of the world despise ; In God's good time the wintry storm departs,
And days of tranquil sunshine shall arise.
Though now ye weep, ye soon shall weep no more,
The hand of God himself your tears shall dry, When sinners, now triumphant, shall deplore
Their short-lived joys, their endless misery.
Then He who put your human nature on,
The power of death by dying to destroy, , Shall bid you come, and welcome to his throne,
To see his glory, and to share his joy.