ST. HILARY.

8.7.8.7. D.

GANTHER.

Amen.

cres.

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ALL SAINTS.

"She shall be brought unto the King."--Ps. xlv. 14.

I CHURCH of Christ, whose glorious
warfare

Still through all the world goes on,
Lift to-day thy voice exulting;

Sing of those whose crown is won.
Joyous be the day that brings us

Visions of the saints on high;
Earth and heaven together blending
In our hymns of victory!

2 Lo! the Twelve, majestic Princes
In the Court of Jesus sit,
Calmly watching all the conflict,
Raging still beneath their feet;
Lo! the martyrs, robed in crimson,
Sign of life-blood freely spent,
Finding life because they lost it,
Dwell in undisturbed content.

SAINTS OF GOD.

3 All the countless host who witnessed
Good confessions for His sake
Godly prelate, faithful deacon--
Of their Master's joy partake:
Every wise and holy virgin,
Following Him with steadfast love,
Brings her roses and her lilies
To the Marriage-feast above.

Org.

A-men.

191

'Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well."-St. John xi. 12.

I THE Saints of God! Their conflict past,
And life's long battle won at last,
No more they need the shield or sword,
They cast them down before their
Lord :-

cres. O happy Saints! for ever blest,
dim. At Jesus' feet how safe your rest!
The Saints of God! Their wanderings
done,

No more their weary course they run,
No more they faint, no more they fall,
No foes oppress, no fears appal:-
cres. O happy Saints! for ever blest,
dim. In that dear home how sweet your rest!

3 The Saints of God! Life's voyage o'er,
Safe landed on that blissful shore,
No stormy tempests now they dread,

MAINZER.

No roaring billows lift their head :cres. O happy Saints! for ever blest, dim. In that calm haven of your rest! 4 The Saints of God their vigil keep While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies :cres. O happy Saints! rejoice and sing, f He quickly comes, your Lord and King!

5 O God of Saints! to Thee we cry ; O Saviour! plead for us on high;

O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; cres. That with All Saints our rest may be f In that bright Paradise with Thee! Amen.

192

"Ye shall sit upon twelve thrones."-St. Matt. xix. 28.

FI LET all on earth their voices raise,
Re-echoing heaven's triumphant praise,
To Him who gave the Apostles grace
To run on earth their glorious race.

2 Thou at whose word they bore the light
Of Gospel truth o'er heathen night,
To us that heavenly light impart,
To glad our eyes and cheer our heart.

3 Thou at whose will to them was given
To bind and loose in earth and heaven,

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Our chains unbind, our sins undo,
And in our hearts Thy grace renew.

Thou in whose might they spake the word
Which cured disease and health restored,
To us its healing power prolong,
Support the weak, confirm the strong.
And when the thrones are set on high,
And judgment's awful hour draws nigh,
Then Lord, with them, pronounceus blest,
And take us to Thine endless rest. Amen.

CHURCH TRIUMPHANT.

L.M.

J. W. ELLIOTT.

A men.

193

"The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of
the twelve Apostles of the Lamb.”—Rev. xxi. 14.

FI THE eternal gifts of Christ the King,
The Apostles' glory, let us sing;
To Him, with hearts of gladness, raise
The voice of thankful love and praise.

2 For they the Church's princes are,
Triumphant leaders in the war ;
In heavenly courts a warrior band,
True lights to lighten every land.

3 Theirs was the steadfast faith of Saints,
The hope that never yields nor faints,

WEARMOUTH or OLD 81ST.

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And love of Christ in perfect glow,

That lays the prince of this world low.

So praise is to the Father brought,
The work of God the Son fulfilled,
The will of God the Spirit wrought,
The courts of heavenwith gladness thrilled.

5 To God, the Father and the Son
And Holy Spirit, One and Three,
Was praise before the worlds begun,
And praise for evermore shall be. Amen.

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FI THE leaders of the Church of Christ, twelve stars of holy light,
First in their Master's kingdom, first proclaimers of His might,
Despised on earth, yet high in heaven, the Church her chiefs shall tell,
When sitting on their thrones they judge the tribes of Israel.
2 They poured the rays of Truth divine on darkness and decay,
Glad tidings sped, the idols fell, foul spirits shrank away;

"Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the
end of the world."-Ps. xix. 4.

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The chains fell from the slaves of sin, the tear was dried from grief,
To those within the vale of death their message brought relief.

m 3 It was not by the sword and spear, nor power of human might,
Nor speech of human wisdom, that they triumphed in the fight:
cres. But by the Cross of Jesus, and by virtue of His Name,

They dared the foe, and won the crown, despising death and shame.
4 Oh, glorious task, to tread the path which they triumphant trod !
Oh, perfect freedom, that in Christ true service pays to God!
Oh, beautiful as morning's song the voice which speaks release!
Oh, beautiful upon the hills the messengers of peace!

5 Still, therefore, Twelve of Jesus, doth the Church delight to sing,
How ye the world led captive to the footstool of its King;
Still she your message onward bears, till all shall own their Lord,
Her warfare all accomplished, and Himself her great reward!

EVANGELISTS.

Amen.

195

"And it shall come to pass, that every thing that liveth, which moveth, whithersoever the rivers shall come, shall live."-Ezek. xlvii. 9.

I FROM hidden source arising,

A mighty river ran,
Through Eden's pleasant garden,
Where God created man.
2 Thence, parted into branches,

In four great streams it rolled,
To water fields and vineyards,
To wash down sands of gold.
3 And so, from highest heaven,
The Lord, the Holy Dove,
In fourfold manner sends us
'The tale of Jesus' love;

4 The tale whose words are golden,
The tale whose flood divine
Makes glad the Lord's own garden
With plenteous corn and wine.

5 Four are the sacred voices,
The story is but one;

In fourfold wise they praise Him,
The Sole-Begotten Son.

F 6 For this Thy fourfold Gospel,
All thanks, O Lord, to Thee,
In it Thyself revealing,
Eternal Trinity! Amen.

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2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;

Thou in the darkness drear their one true Light. Alleluia !

3 For the Apostles' glorious company,

Who, bearing forth the Cross o'er | land and sea,

Shook all the mighty world,- -we sing to Thee, Alleluia !

4 For the Evangelists,-by | whose pure word,

Like fourfold stream, the garden of the Lord

Is fair and fruitful,-be Thy Name adored. Alleluia!

For Martyrs,--who with rapture- | kindled eye
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky,
And, dying, grasped it,―Thee we glorify. Alleluia!

6 Oh! may Thy soldiers, faithful, | true, and bold,
Fight as the Saints who nobly fought of old,

And win, with them, the victor's | crown of gold. Alleluia!

7 Oh, blest communion! Fellow- | ship divine!

We feebly struggle; f they in | glory shine!

Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Alleluia!

8 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,

cres. Steals on the ear the distant | triumph-song,

ƒ And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong! Alleluia!

P 9 The golden evening brightens | in the west :

Soon, soon, to faithful warriors | cometh rest;
Sweet is the calm of Para- | dise the blest. Alleluia !

F 10 But lo! there breaks a yet more | glorious day;
The Saints triumphant rise in | bright array;
The King of Glory passes | on His way! Alleluia !

FF II From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's | farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,

Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost-Alleluia! Amen.

*These verses to be sung FF and in Unison on the Festivals of Apostles, Evangelists, and Martyrs, respectively.