"Rise, he calleth thee."-St. Mark x. 49.
I BEHOLD, the Master passeth by!
Oh, seest thou not His pleading Eye?
With low sad voice He calleth thee-
"Leave this vain world, and follow Me."
2 Osoul, bowed down with harrowing care,
Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare?
From earthly toils lift up thine eye;-
Behold, the Master passeth by!
3 One heard Him calling long ago,
And straightway left all things below,
Counting his earthly gain as loss
For Jesus and His blessèd Cross.
4 That Follow Me" his faithful ear
Seemed every day afresh to hear :
Its echoes stirred his spirit still,
And fired his hope, and nerved his will.
5 God gently calls us every day:
Why should we then our bliss delay?
He calls to heaven and endless light:
Why should we love the dreary night?
6 Praise, Lord, to Thee for Matthew's call,
At which he rose and left his all:
Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me,-
I will leave all, and follow Thee. Amen.
ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.
"All the Angels stood round about the throne."-Rev. vii. 11.
I FATHER, before Thy throne of light
The guardian Angels bend,
And ever in Thy presence bright
Their psalms adoring blend;
And casting down each golden crown
Beside the crystal sea,
cres. With voice and lyre, in happy choir,
f Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee.
2 And as the rainbow lustre falls
Athwart their glowing wings,
While seraph unto seraph calls,
And each Thy goodness sings;
Oh! may we feel, as low we kneel
To pray Thee for Thy grace,
That Thou art here for all who fear
The brightness of Thy face.
3 Here where the Angels see us come
To worship day by day,
Teach us to seek our heavenly Home,
And serve Thee e'en as they;
With them to raise our notes of praise,
With them Thy love to own; [prime
cres. That boyhood's time and manhood's
Be Thine, and Thine alone! Amen.
REV. SIR F. A. G. OUSELEY.
185 "The Son of Man shall come in His glory, and all the holy Angels
with Him."-St. Matt. xxv. 31.
FIO GOD the Son eternal, Thy dread might
Sent forth Saint Michael and the hosts of heaven,
And from the realms of light
Cast down in burning fight
Satan's rebellious hosts, to darkness given.
2 Thine Angels, Lord, we sing with thankful lays,
Dwelling with Thee above yon depths of sky;
Who, 'mid Thy glory's blaze,
Heaven's ceaseless anthems raise,
And gird Thy Throne in faithful ministry.
M3 We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing
Hath left for us so oft their mansion high,
The mercies of their King
To mortal saints to bring,
p Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy.
4 But Thee, the First and Last, we glorify,
Who, when Thy world was sunk in death and sin,
Not with Thine hierarchy,
But didst with Thine own arm the battle win.
5 Therefore with Angels and Archangels we
To Thy dear love our thankful chorus raise,
And tune our songs to Thee,
Who art, and art to be;
And, endless as Thy mercies, sound Thy praise! Amen.
"The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted
for joy."-Job xxxviii. 7.
FI STARS of the morning, so gloriously bright,
Filled with celestial resplendence and light;
These that, where night never followeth day,
Raise the Tris-hagion* ever and aye;
2 These are Thy counsellors: these dost Thou own,
God of Sabaoth! the nearest Thy throne;
These are Thy ministers; these Thou dost send,
Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.
3 Then, when the earth was first poised in mid-space,-
Then, when the planets first sped on their race,-
Then, when were ended the six days' employ,-
Then all the Sons of God shouted for joy.
4 Still let them succour us; still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right!
Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
We with the Angels may bow and adore! Amen.
*This word, signifying 'Thrice-Holy,' represents in the Greek Liturgies the "Holy, Holy, Holy," sung in the Communion Service.
"The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands
of Angels."-Ps. lxviii. 17.
FI WHERE angelic hosts adore Thee,
Thou, O God, in heaven dost reign;
At Thy word they rose around Thee,
And Thy word doth them sustain.
2 Thousand times ten thousand, bending
At Thy throne, their homage pay;
Flames of fire in strength excelling
Haste Thy pleasure to obey.
3 Ranged around in wondrous order,
Thee they serve, their Lord and King;
Grant that in our cares and danger
They may timely succour bring.
4 Praise to Thee, Who hast created
Earth and heaven, with all their host;
Praise to Thee, O God most mighty,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
O YE immortal throng (463). THEY Come, God's messengers of love (521).
C.M. REV. W. JONES, of Nayland, 1789.
"Who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed
of the devil."-Acts x. 38.
I OH, blest was he, whose earlier skill
The suffering frame made whole,
Called, Lord, by Thee from deadlier
To heal the dying soul!
2 O true Physician! heal the souls
That sick and wounded lie;
With wholesome medicine of Thy word,
Oh, heal them lest they die!
3 Lo! to our nature cleaveth still
The leprosy of sin;
Put forth Thy hand and touch us, Lord,
And make us clean within.
4 Lo! souls are lying cold and dead
In palsy's numbing chain;
Speak Thou the word of power, good
And bid them live again.
5 The fever burns in guilty breasts-
Hot passion's wilful fire;
P 3 Leaves of Autumn tell the story
How our lives must also pass,
And that this world's pomp and glory
Fadeth like the summer grass:
Earthly joys are vain and hollow,
Earthly hopes but poor at best;
Christ's true Martyrs, we would
follow
In your steps, and gain our rest!
F 4 Him whose love mankind created,
Him who came for man to bleed,
Him who hath regenerated
Us and all His chosen seed,
We, as we are onward pressing
To His glorious Home on high,
With His saints and angels blessing
Now and ever magnify! Amen.
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