__________________________________________________________________ Title: The Hymnal [of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the USA] Creator(s): Print Basis: New York, Oxford University Press, 1920 Rights: Public Domain CCEL Subjects: Proofed; All; Hymns and Hymnology LC Call no: BV372.A3 LC Subjects: Practical theology Worship (Public and Private) Including the church year, Christian symbols, liturgy, prayer, hymnology Hymnology Denominational hymnbooks in English __________________________________________________________________ The Hymnal AS AUTHORIZED AND APPROVED FOR USE BY THE GENERAL CONVENTION OF The Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 1916 THE CHURCH PENSION FUND NEW YORK COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY MONELL SAYRE, TRUSTEE First published, October, 1916 First edition published, February, 1919 COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY MONELL SAYRE, TRUSTEE First edition published, March, 1920 (Musical Edition publisher) OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS American Branch 35 West 32nd Street, New York __________________________________________________________________ CERTIFICATE Action of the General Convention of 1916 It was voted by both Houses of the General Convention held in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and sixteen: That the New Hymnal, as reported by the Joint Commission on the Revision of the Hymnal be authorized and approved for use in this Church. That the Commission be continued with authority to perfect the details of its work and to complete, for the benefit of the Church Pension Fund, musical editions of the New Hymnal. That the publication of the Hymnal be committed to the Trustees of the Church Pension Fund for the benefit of that Fund. Attest: George Francis Nelson, Secretary of the House of Bishops. Henry Anstice, Secretary of the House of Deputies. CERTIFICATE Action of the General Convention of 1919 It was voted by both Houses of the General Convention, held in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and nineteen: That the Commission on the Hymnal be requested to publish an edition of the words of the New Hymnal without the music, at a small cost. It was voted by both Houses of the General Convention, held in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and nineteen: Whereas, the New Hymnal was approved and authorized for use by the General Convention of 1916, and Whereas, an edition with words only has been ordered by the Convention and will be published; Resolved, the House of Deputies concurring, the House of Bishops heartily commends the use of the New Hymnal with music score, in order to take advantage of the present popular interest in singing and to promote congregational singing throughout the whole Church. Attest: George Francis Nelson, Secretary of the House of Bishops. Henry Anstice, Secretary of the House of Deputies. CERTIFICATE It is hereby certified that this edition of the Hymnal having been compared with, and corrected by, the standard book as the General Convention has directed, is permitted to be published accordingly. On behalf of the Commission empowered to superintend the publication of the Hymnal. Cortlandt Whitehead, Chairman. Morris Earle, Secretary. Rubric from the Book of Common Prayer HYMNS AND ANTHEMS Hymns set forth and allowed by the authority of this Church, and Anthems in the words of Holy Scripture or of the Book of Common Prayer, may be sung before and after any Office in this Book, and also before and after Sermons. CANON 46 Of the Music of the Church It shall be the duty of every Minister to appoint for use in his Congregation hymns or anthems from those authorized by the Rubric, and, with such assistance as he may see fit to employ from persons skilled in music, to give order concerning the tunes to be sung in his Church. It shall be his especial duty to suppress all light and unseemly music, and all irreverence in the performance. __________________________________________________________________ Preface The General Convention of the year 1913 entrusted to a Commission the revision of the Hymnal. The General Convention of 1916, accepting a book then submitted, referred it back to the Commission with instructions to perfect it and give it to the Church. In its effort to obey this command, the Commission now presents this book. Some hymns which were in the former collection have been omitted because it was discovered by careful inquiry that they were seldom if ever used. One of the principles of the revision was to make the new book as compact as excellence and variety would permit. Some old hymns which are perhaps below the general standard are retained because they have the affection of a considerable number of people. The hymns added find a place either because they are great religious verse, or because they express the experience and aspirations of our time. These are hymns intended to voice our yearning for larger social service, for deeper patriotism, for a more eager obligation to the winning and maintaining of a free world, for a higher enthusiasm towards the unity and extension of Christianity. This Hymnal of 1918 cannot escape the marks of the Great War, -- its tragedy, its sympathy, its loving sacrifice, its gratitude because God has given us the victory for the right and the true. The hymns have been arranged as nearly as possible in the Prayer Book order, with the hope that people will recognize that they have a companion for the Book of Common Prayer in a Book of Common Praise. The Commission has tried to retain and to add such hymns as express reality in the religious life. At the same time there has been generous thought for a wide diversity of temperament and training. From stern simplicity to exuberant emotion, the ways in which men would praise God are manifold. Accordingly there are hymns of objective adoration, august and distant, side by side with hymns which unburden the singer's heart and tell what God has done for him alone. The members of the Commission charged with the task of selecting the music of the hymns have tried first of all to select music which congregations as well as choristers can sing. The number of sentimental and weak melodies has been reduced. It is hoped that the many fine new tunes will so far win their way that such inferior music as is retained will lose its attraction. By such additions as certain Plainsong settings and tunes for adult male voices, the effort is made to appeal to various temperaments and abilities. No one parish will care to use all the tunes, but out of the book every parish will find a sufficient number for all its needs, which it can sing with enthusiasm. As with the words, so with the music, the Commission has endeavoured to provide a book which will make our Communion a singing Church. The prayer which goes up with the finishing of the book is that, in spite of its limitations and imperfections, it may bring the Church into greater joy, as the people sing these hymns of the ages to the grateful honor of the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost. Cortlandt Whitehead Roland S. Morris G. Mott Williams Robert C. Pruyn Thomas F. Davies Miles Farrow William F. Faber Walter Henry Hall James W. Ashton Horatio Parker Charles Lewis Slattery T. Tertius Noble Frank Damrosch, Jr. Monell Sayre Winfred Douglas Peter Christian Lutkin Morris Earle Wallace Goodrich Note "Amen" is printed only with those hymns which are prayer, praise, or otherwise addressed to God. Nevertheless, the necessary music for "Amen" has been supplied throughout, for the use of those who desire it. The dates throughout this book are arranged as follows, both for the Hymns and the Tunes. A single date, without a hyphen, is the earliest obtainable for the given Hymn or Tune: whether of composition, or of first publication. When such a date is wanting, the dates of the author's or composer's birth and death are given, separated by a hyphen. A date followed by a hyphen is that of birth; preceded by a hyphen, or by the letter d, is that of death. The letter c. (circa), indicates an approximate date. When no composer is known, the place and date of publication are given when possible. __________________________________________________________________ The Hymns I. DAILY PRAYER Morning 1-8 Noon 9, 10 Evening 11-31 Through the Week 32-42 The Lord's day 43-51 Friday 52 II. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR Advent 53-70 Christmas 71-84 St. Stephen 85 St. John the Evangelist 86 Holy Innocents 87 Circumcision 88-91 Epiphany 92-97 Sundays after Epiphany 98-110 Septuagesima 111-121 Ash Wednesday and Lent 122-142 Litanies of Penitence 141,142 Holy Week 143-162 The Story of the Cross 163 The Words on the Cross 164 Easter Even 165-167 Easter Day 168-180 Rogation Days 181-183 The Ascension Day 184-194 Whitsunday 195-204 Litanies of the Holy Ghost 203, 204 Trinity Sunday 205-210 Sundays after Trinity 211-266 Faith 211-225 The Divine Love 226-236 The Divine Mercy 237-243 Divine Guidance 244-248 Praise and Adoration 249-266 Holy Days 267-302 General for Saints' Days 267 St. Andrew 268 St. Thomas 269, 270 Conversion of St. Paul 271, 272 The Presentation of Christ or Purification of St. Mary 273, 274 St. Matthias 275 The Annunciation 276, 277 St. Mark 278 St. Philip and St. James 279 St. Barnabas 280, 281 St. John Baptist 282 St. Peter 283 St. James 284 The Transfiguration 285, 286 St. Bartholomew 287 St. Matthew 288 St. Michael and All Angels 289-291 St. Luke 292 St. Simon and St. Jude 293 All Saints 294-302 III. SACRAMENTS AND RITES Holy Commission 303-340 Introits 303-318 The Offertory 319 The Communion 320-340 Holy Baptism 341-346 Adults 346 Catechism 347-364 School Life 365-367 Litany for Children 368 Confirmation 369-380 Holy Matrimony 381-383 Visitation 384-408 Burial of the Dead 409-414 For Children 414 Travelers by Sea and Land 415-419 IV. SPECIAL OCCASIONS Thanksgiving Day 420-426 National Days 427-442 Old and New Year 443-449 Ember-Days and Ordination 450-456 Church Building and Consecration 457-462 The Burial Ground 462 V. THE CHURCH The Church Militant 463-472 Litany of the Church 473 Missions 474-487 Brotherhood and Service 488-505 Temperance 506 The Church Triumphant 507-516 VI. PROCESSIONALS Processionals 517-544 VII. CAROLS Carols 545-561 Index to First Lines 523-536 Index of Authors and Translators 537-547 __________________________________________________________________ THE HYMNAL __________________________________________________________________ I. DAILY PRAYER __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ Morning [1]1 New every morning is the love [2]2 Awake, my soul, and with the sun [3]3 Come, my soul, thou must be waking [4]4 Christ, whose glory fills the skies [5]5 Now that the sun is gleaming bright [6]6 My Father, for another night [7]7 Forth in thy Name, O Lord, I go [8]8 Come, Holy Ghost, who ever One Also the following: [9]205 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty __________________________________________________________________ [10]Daily Prayer: Morning 1. New every morning is the love L.M. [11]Melcombe: Samuel Webbe, 1782 John Keble, 1822 New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. Seek we no more; content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease, -- As heaven shall bid them, come and go: The secret this of rest below. Only, O Lord, in thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [12]Daily Prayer: Morning 2. Awake, my soul, and with the sun L.M. [13]Morning Hymn: Francois Barthelemon, 1785 PART II. Thomas Ken, 1695; rev., 1709 Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. Redeem thy misspent moments past; And live this day as if thy last: Improve thy talent with due care; For the great Day thyself prepare. Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noonday clear; Think how allseeing God thy ways And all thy secret thoughts surveys. Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. All praise to thee, who safe hast kept And hast refreshed me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, angelic host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [14]Daily Prayer: Morning 3. Come, my soul, thou must be waking 8.4.7.8.4.7 [15]Haydn: arr. from Franz Joseph Haydn, 1791 [16]Carman: Peter C. Lutkin, 1895 German, F. R. L. Canitz (1654-1699); Tr. Henry J. Buckoll, 1838 Come, my soul, thou must be waking. Now is breaking O'er the earth another day: Come, to him who made this splendor, See thou render All thy feeble strength can pay. Gladly hail the sun returning, Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers; For the night is safely ended, God hath tended With his care thy helpless hours. Pray that he may prosper ever Each endeavor, When thine aim is good and true; And that he may ever thwart thee, And convert thee, When thou evil wouldst pursue. Think that he thy ways beholdeth; He unfoldeth Every fault that lurks within; He the hidden shame glossed over Can discover, And discern each deed of sin. Mayest thou on life's last morrow, Free from sorrow, Pass away in slumber sweet; And, released from death's dark sadness, Rise in gladness That far brighter Sun to greet. Only God's free gifts abuse not, Light refuse not, But his Spirit's voice obey; Thou with him shalt dwell, beholding Light enfolding All things in unclouded day. __________________________________________________________________ [17]Daily Prayer: Morning 4. Christ, whose glory fills the skies Six 7's [18]Ratisbon: Werner's Choralbuch, 1815 Charles Wesley, 1740 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise! Triumph o'er the shades of night: Day-spring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine! Pierce the gloom of sin and grief! Fill me, Radiancy divine; Scatter all my unbelief, More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [19]Daily Prayer: Morning 5. Now that the sun is gleaming bright C.M. [20]St. Peter: Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836 Latin; Tr. John Henry Newman (1836-1838) Now that the sun is gleaming bright, Implore we, bending low, That he, the uncreated Light May guide us as we go. No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, Nor thoughts that idly rove, But simple truth be on our tongue, And in our hearts be love. And while the hours in order flow, O Christ, securely fence Our gates, beleaguered by the foe, The gate of every sense. And grant that to thine honor, Lord, Our daily toil may tend; That we begin it at thy word, And in thy favor end. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [21]Daily Prayer: Morning 6. My Father, for another night C.M. [22]St. Timothy: Henry W. Baker, 1875 Henry W. Baker, 1875 My Father, for another night Of quiet sleep and rest, For all the joy of morning light, Thy holy Name be blest. Now with the newborn day I give Myself anew to thee, That as thou willest I may live, And what thou willest be. Whate'er I do, things great or small, Whate'er I speak or frame, Thy glory may I seek in all, Do all in Jesus' Name. My Father, for his sake, I pray Thy child accept and bless; And lead me by thy grace today In paths of righteousness. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [23]Daily Prayer: Morning 7. Forth in thy Name, O Lord, I go L.M. [24]Pixham: Horatio Parker, 1901 Charles Wesley, 1749 Forth in thy Name, O Lord, I go My daily labour to pursue; Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think, or speak, or do. The task thy wisdom hath assigned, O let me cheerfully fulfill; In all my works thy presence find, And prove thy good and perfect will. Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes my inmost substance see: And labour on at thy command, And offer all my works to thee. Give me to bear thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious Day. Fain would I still for thee employ Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given, Would run my course with even joy And closely walk with thee to heaven. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [25]Daily Prayer: Morning 8. Come, Holy Ghost, who ever One L.M. [26]Ludborough: Timothy R. Matthews, 1846 Latin; St. Ambrose (340-397); Tr. John Henry Newman, 1836 Come, Holy Ghost, who ever One Art with the Father and the Son; Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess With thy full flood of holiness. In will and deed, by heart and tongue, With all our powers, thy praise be sung; And love light up our mortal frame, Till others catch the living flame. Almighty Father, hear our cry Through Jesus Christ our Lord most high, Who with the Holy Ghost and thee Doth live and reign eternally. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Noon [27]9 Blest are the moments, doubly blest [28]10 Behold us, Lord, a little space __________________________________________________________________ [29]Daily Prayer: Noon 9. Blest are the moments, doubly blest L.M. [30]Wareham: William Knapp, 1738 William Wordsworth, 1834 Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man's cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to heaven, the industrious sun Already half his race hath run: He cannot halt or go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord, since his rising in the east, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from thy love's abundant source, What yet remains of this day's course; Help with thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [31]Daily Prayer: Noon 10. Behold us, Lord, a little space C.M. [32]Bedford: William Wheall, c. 1720 John Ellerton, 1870 Behold us, Lord, a little space From daily tasks set free, And met within thy holy place To rest awhile with thee. Around us rolls the ceaseless tide Of business, toil, and care; And scarcely can we turn aside For one brief hour of prayer. Yet these are not the only walls Wherein thou mayst be sought; On homeliest work thy blessing falls, In truth and patience wrought. Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art, Revealed and ruled by thee. Then let us prove our heavenly birth, In all we do and know; And claim the kingdom of the earth For thee and not thy foe. Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought As thou wouldst have it done, And prayer, by thee inspired and taught, Itself with work be one. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Evening [33]11 O Trinity of blessed light [34]12 O Brightness of the immortal Father's face [35]13 The day is gently sinking to a close [36]14 The radiant morn hath passed away [37]15 Through the day thy love has spared us [38]16 Holy Father, cheer our way [39]17 The sun is sinking fast [40]18 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide [41]19 Softly now the light of day [42]20 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear [43]21 The day is past and gone [44]22 The shadows of the evening hours [45]23 The day is past and over [46]24 Savior, breathe an evening blessing [47]25 All praise to thee, my God, this night [48]26 God, that madest earth and heaven [49]27 Now from the altar of my heart [50]28 Before the ending of the day [51]29 The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended [52]30 As now the sun's declining rays [53]31 Tarry with me, O my Savior Also the following: [54]34 Inspirer and hearer of prayer [55]48 O Savior, bless us ere we go [56]49 Our day of praise is done [57]50 Savior, again to thy dear Name we raise [58]364 Now the day is over [59]399 At even, when the sun was set [60]407 One sweetly solemn thought [61]412 Sunset and evening star __________________________________________________________________ [62]Daily Prayer: Evening 11. O Trinity of blessed light L.M. [63]O Lux Beata Trinitas: Sarum Plainsong, Mode VIII [64]Bromley: Jeremiah Clarke, 1700 Latin; St. Ambrose (340-397); Tr. John Mason Neale, 1852 O Trinity of blessed light, O Unity of princely might, The fiery sun now goes his way; Shed thou within our hearts thy ray. To thee our morning song of praise, To thee our evening prayer we raise; O grant us with thy saints on high To praise thee through eternity. All laud to God the Father be; All praise, eternal Son, to thee; All glory, as is ever meet, To God the holy Paraclete. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [65]Daily Prayer: Evening 12. O Brightness of the immortal Father's face 10.6.10.6 [66]St. Nicholas (Scholefield): Clement C. Scholefield, 1870 Greek; "The Candlelight Hymn", before 370, attr. to Sophronius; Tr. Edward W. Eddis, 1864 O Brightness of the immortal Father's face, Most holy, heavenly, blest, Lord Jesus Christ, in whom his truth and grace Are visibly expressed: The sun is sinking now, and one by one The lamps of evening shine; We hymn the eternal Father, and the Son, And Holy Ghost divine. Worthy art thou at all times to receive Our hallowed praises, Lord. O Son of God, be thou, in whom we live, Through all the world adored. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [67]Daily Prayer: Evening 13. The day is gently sinking to a close Six 10's [68]Nachtlied: Henry Smart, 1872 Christopher Wordsworth, 1863 The day is gently sinking to a close, Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows. O Brightness of thy Father's glory, thou Eternal Light of Light, be with us now. Where thou art present darkness cannot be; Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with thee. Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end; Onward to darkness and to death we tend. O Conqueror of the grave, be thou our guide, Be thou our light in death's dark eventide; Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom, No sting in death, no terror in the tomb. Thou, who in darkness walking didst appear Upon the waves, and thy disciples cheer, Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail, And earthly hopes and human succours fail. When all is dark may we behold thee nigh, And hear thy voice: "Fear not, for it is I." The weary world is mouldering to decay, Its glories wane, its pageants fade away; In that last sunset when the stars shall fall, May we arise awakened by thy call, With thee, O Lord, for ever to abide In that blest day which has no eventide. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [69]Daily Prayer: Evening 14. The radiant morn hath passed away 8.8.8.4 [70]St. Gabriel: F. A. Gore Ouseley, 1868 Godfrey Thring, 1864 The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more. Our life is but an autumn sun, Its glorious noon, how quickly past; Lead us, O Christ, our lifework done, Safe home at last. O by thy soul-inspiring grace, Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky, Where light, and life, and joy, and peace In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain; Where saints are clothed in spotless white. And evening shadows never fall, Where thou, eternal Light of Light, Art Lord of all. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [71]Daily Prayer: Evening 15. Through the day thy love has spared us 8.7.8.7.7.7 [72]Repose: John Stainer, 1875 Thomas Kelly, 1806 Through the day thy love has spared us; Hear us ere the hour of rest: Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest; Jesus, thou our guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in thee. Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes; Us and ours preserve from dangers; In thine arms may we repose; And, when life's short day is past, Rest with thee in heaven at last. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [73]Daily Prayer: Evening 16. Holy Father, cheer our way 7.7.7.5 [74]Vesper (Stainer): John Stainer, 1875 Richard H. Robinson, 1869 Holy Father, cheer our way With thy love's perpetual ray; Grant us every closing day Light at evening time. Holy Savior, calm our fears When earth's brightness disappears; Grant us in our latter years Light at evening time. Holy Spirit, be thou nigh When in mortal pains we lie; Grant us, as we come to die, Light at evening time. Holy, blessed Trinity, Darkness is not dark with thee; Those thou keepest always see Light at evening time. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [75]Daily Prayer: Evening 17. The sun is sinking fast 6.4.6.6 [76]St. Columba (Irons): Herbert S. Irons, 1861 Latin; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1858 The sun is sinking fast, The daylight dies: Let love awake, and pay Her evening sacrifice. As Christ upon the cross His head inclined, And to his Father's hands His parting soul resigned; So now herself my soul Would wholly give Into his sacred charge, In whom all spirits live; So now beneath his eye Would calmly rest, Without a wish or thought Abiding in the breast; Save that his will be done, Whate'er betide; Dead to herself, and dead In him to all beside. Thus would I live; yet now Not I, but he, In all his power and love, Henceforth alive in me. One sacred Trinity, One Lord divine, May I be ever his, And he for ever mine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [77]Daily Prayer: Evening 18. Abide with me: fast falls the eventide Four 10's [78]Eventide: William Henry Monk, 1861 Henry F. Lyte, 1847 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide: When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, Change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me. I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes: Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [79]Daily Prayer: Evening 19. Softly now the light of day Four 7's [80]Seymour: Carl Maria von Weber (1786-1826) George W. Doane, 1824 Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; Free from care, from labour free, Lord, I would commune with thee. Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. Soon, for me, the light of day Shall for ever pass away; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity; Then, from thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [81]Daily Prayer: Evening 20. Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear L.M. [82]Hursley: Vienna, c. 1774 John Keble, 1820 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near; O may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Savior's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned today the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep tonight, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [83]Daily Prayer: Evening 21. The day is past and gone S.M. [84]Garden City: Horatio Parker, 1893 [85]In Memoriam: Arthur S. Sullivan (1842-1900) John Ireland, 1792 The day is past and gone; The evening shades appear: O may we all remember well The night of death draws near. We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest; So death shall soon disrobe us all Of what is here possest. Lord, keep us safe this night, Secure from all our fears; May angels guard us while we sleep, Till morning light appears. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [86]Daily Prayer: Evening 22. The shadows of the evening hours C.M.D. [87]St. Leonard (Giles): Henry Hiles, 1867 Adelaide A. Procter, 1862 The shadows of the evening hours Fall from the darkening sky; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie. Before thy throne, O Lord of heaven, We kneel at close of day; Look on thy children from on high, And hear us while we pray. The sorrows of thy servants, Lord, O do not thou despise, But let the incense of our prayers Before thy mercy rise. The brightness of the coming night Upon the darkness rolls; With hopes of future glory chase The shadows on our souls. Slowly the rays of daylight fade: So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart. Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Within the heavens shine: Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven, And trust in things divine. Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God, Upon our souls descend; From midnight fears and perils, thou Our trembling hearts defend. Give us a respite from our toil; Calm and subdue our woes; Through the long day we labour, Lord, O give us now repose. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [88]Daily Prayer: Evening 23. The day is past and over 7.6.7.6.8.8 [89]St. Anatolius (Brown): Arthur H. Brown, 1862 Greek; St. Anatolius, 800; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1853 The day is past and over: All thanks, O Lord, to thee! I pray thee that offenseless The hours of dark may be. O Jesus, keep me in thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. The joys of day are over: I lift my heart to thee, And call on thee that sinless The hours of gloom may be. O Jesus, make their darkness light, And guard me through the coming night. The toils of day are over: I raise the hymn to thee, And ask that free from peril The hours of fear may be. O Jesus, keep me in thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. Lord, that in death I sleep not, And lest my foe should say, "I have prevailed against him," Lighten mine eyes, I pray: O Jesus, keep me in thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. Be thou my soul's preserver, O God, for thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go. Lover of men, O hear my call, And guard and save me from them all! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [90]Daily Prayer: Evening 24. Savior, breathe an evening blessing 8.7.8.7 [91]Vesper Hymn (Bortniansky): Dmitri S. Bortniansky, 1818 James Edmeston, 1820; St. 3, Edward H. Bickersteth, 1876 Savior, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us; We are safe, if thou art nigh. Be thou nigh, should death o'ertake us; Jesus, then our refuge be, And in Paradise awake us, There to rest in peace with thee. Father, to thy holy keeping Humbly we ourselves resign; Savior, who hast slept our sleeping, Make our slumbers pure as thine; Blessed Spirit, brooding o'er us, Chase the darkness of our night, Till the perfect day before us Breaks in everlasting light. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [92]Daily Prayer: Evening 25. All praise to thee, my God, this night L.M. [93]Tallis' Canon: Thomas Tallis, c. 1567 Thomas Ken, 1709 All praise to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that shall me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. O when shall I, in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away, And hymns divine with angels sing, All praise to thee, eternal King? Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, angelic host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [94]Daily Prayer: Evening 26. God, that madest earth and heaven 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4 [95]Nutfield: William Henry Monk, 1861 Reginald Heber, 1827; Richard Whateley, 1855 God, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light; Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night, May thine angel-guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night. Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, And, when we die, May we in thy mighty keeping, All peaceful lie: When the last dread call shall wake us, Do not thou, our God, forsake us, But to reign in glory take us With thee on high. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [96]Daily Prayer: Evening 27. Now from the altar of my heart C.M. [97]Beatitudo: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 [98]Nativity: William Henry Monk, 1861 John Mason, 1683 Now from the altar of my heart Let incense flames arise; Assist me, Lord, to offer up Mine evening sacrifice. Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day; Minutes came quick, but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favour, and new joys Do a new song require; Till I shall praise thee as I would, Accept my heart's desire. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [99]Daily Prayer: Evening 28. Before the ending of the day L.M. [100]Oneonta: Walter Henry Hall, 1918 [101]Jam Lucis: French Plainsong, Mode VI Latin; St. Ambrose (340-397); Tr. John Mason Neale, 1852 Before the ending of the day, Creator of the world, we pray, That with thy wonted favor, thou Wouldst be our Guard and Keeper now. From all ill dreams defend our sight, From fears and terrors of the night; Withhold from us our ghostly foe, That spot of sin we may not know. O Father, that we ask be done, Through Jesus Christ, thine only Son; Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, Doth live and reign eternally. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [102]Daily Prayer: Evening 29. The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended 9.8.9.8 [103]St. Clement: Clemnt C. Scholefield, 1874 John Ellerton, 1870 The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended, The darkness falls at thy behest; To thee our morning hymns ascended, Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. We thank thee that thy Church unsleeping, While earth rolls onward into light, Through all the world her watch is keeping, And rests not now by day or night. As o'er each continent and island The dawn leads on another day, The voice of prayer is never silent, Nor dies the strain of praise away. The sun that bids us rest is waking Our brethren 'neath the western sky, And hour by hour fresh lips are making Thy wondrous doings heard on high. So be it, Lord; thy throne shall never, Like earth's proud empires, pass away: Thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever, Till all thy creatures own thy sway. __________________________________________________________________ [104]Daily Prayer: Evening 30. As now the sun's declining rays C.M. [105]Holy Trinity: Joseph Barnby, 1861 [106]St. Peter: Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836 Latin, Charles Coffin, 1736; Tr. John Chandler, 1837 As now the sun's declining rays At eventide descend, E'en so our years are sinking down To their appointed end. Lord, on the cross thine arms were stretched To draw the nations nigh; O grant us then that cross to love, And in those arms to die. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, All glory be from saints on earth, And from the angel host. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [107]Daily Prayer: Evening 31. Tarry with me, O my Savior 8.7.8.7 [108]L'Emmanuello: Lorenzo Perosi, 1903 [109]St. Paul's: John Erskine, 1917 Caroline L. Smith, 1853; alt., 1855, 1862 Tarry with me, O my Savior! For the day is passing by; See! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west, Swift the night of death advances; Shall it be the night of rest? Lonely seems the vale of shadow; Sinks my heart with troubled fear; Give me faith for clearer vision, Speak thou, Lord, in words of cheer. Let me hear thy voice behind me, Calming all these wild alarms; Let me, underneath my weakness, Feel the everlasting arms. Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord, I cast myself on thee; Tarry with me through the darkness; While I sleep, still watch by me. Tarry with me, O my Savior! Lay my head upon thy breast Till the morning; then awake me! Morning of eternal rest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Through the Week [110]32 From every stormy wind that blows [111]33 O help us, Lord, each hour of need [112]34 Inspirer and hearer of prayer [113]35 While thee I seek, protecting Power [114]36 Lord, for tomorrow and its needs [115]37 When morning gilds the skies [116]38 Three in One, and One in Three [117]39 Savior, when night involves the skies [118]40 O Light, whose beams illumine all [119]41 Lord of mercy and of might [120]42 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah Also the following: [121]118 My soul, be on thy guard [122]247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us [123]248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace [124]354 Savior, teach me, day by day [125]372 My God, accept my heart this day __________________________________________________________________ [126]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 32. From every stormy wind that blows L.M. [127]Duke Street: John Hatton, 1793 [128]Retreat: Thomas Hastings, 1842 Hugh Stowell, 1828 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place than all beside more sweet; It is the bloodstained mercy-seat. There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, And time and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down, our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. __________________________________________________________________ [129]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 33. O help us, Lord, each hour of need C.M. [130]St. Peter: Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836 Henry H. Milman, 1827 O help us, Lord, each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give: Help us in thought, in word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live! O help us, when our spirits cry With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dry, O help us, Lord, the more! O help us through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe! For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. O help us, Savior, from on high: We have no help but thee. O help us so to live and die As thine in heaven to be! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [131]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 34. Inspirer and hearer of prayer Four 8's [132]Devotion: Anon. Augustus M. Toplady, 1774 Inspirer and hearer of prayer, Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, My all to thy covenant care, I, sleeping or waking, resign. If thou art my Shield and my Sun, The night is no darkness to me; And, fast as my minutes roll on, They bring me but nearer to thee. A sovereign Protector I have, Unseen, yet for ever at hand; Unchangeably faithful to save, Almighty to rule and command. His smiles and his comforts abound, His grace, as the dew, shall descend; And walls of salvation surround The soul he delights to defend. __________________________________________________________________ [133]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 35. While thee I seek, protecting Power C.M. [134]Beatitudo: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 Helen M. Williams, 1786 While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed, To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see; Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favoured hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storms shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [135]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 36. Lord, for tomorrow and its needs 8.4.8.4 [136]Raymond: T. Tertius Noble, 1917 Mary Xavier, 1877 Lord, for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray; Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, Just for today. Help me to labour earnestly And duly pray; Let me be kind in word and deed, Father, today. Let me be slow to do my will, Prompt to obey; Help me to sacrifice myself Gladly, today. Let me no wrong or idle word Unthinking say; Set thou a seal upon my lips Through all today. Let me in season, Lord, be grave, In season gay: Let me be faithful to thy grace, Dear Lord, today. And if today this life of mine Should ebb away, Give me thy Sacrament divine, Father, today. So for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray: Still keep me, guide me, love me, Lord, Through each today. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [137]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 37. When morning gilds the skies Six 6's [138]Laudes Domini: Joseph Barnby, 1868 Anon., German, 1828; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1853 When morning gilds the skies, My heart awaking cries, May Jesus Christ be praised; Alike at work and prayer To Jesus I repair; May Jesus Christ be praised. Whene'er the sweet church bell Peals over hill and dell, May Jesus Christ be praised; O hark to what it sings, As joyously it rings, May Jesus Christ be praised. My tongue shall never tire Of chanting with the choir, May Jesus Christ be praised; This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy, May Jesus Christ be praised. When sleep her balm denies, My silent spirit sighs, May Jesus Christ be praised; When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast, May Jesus Christ be praised. Does sadness fill my mind? A solace here I find, May Jesus Christ be praised; Or fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still is this, May Jesus Christ be praised. The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say, May Jesus Christ be praised; The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they hear, May Jesus Christ be praised. In heaven's eternal bliss The loveliest strain is this, May Jesus Christ be praised; Let earth, and sea, and sky From depth to height reply May Jesus Christ be praised. Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine, May Jesus Christ be praised; Be this the eternal song Through ages all along, May Jesus Christ be praised. __________________________________________________________________ [139]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 38. Three in One, and One in Three 7.7.7.5 [140]Capetown: Freidrich Filitz, 1847 Gilbert Rorison, 1849 Three in One, and One in Three, Ruler of the earth and sea, Hear us while we lift to thee Holy chant and psalm. Light of lights! with morning shine, Lift on us thy light divine; And let charity benign Breathe on us her balm. Light of lights! when falls the even, Let it sink on sin forgiven; Fold us in the peace of heaven; Shed a holy calm. Three in One, and One in Three, Darkling here we worship thee; With the saints hereafter we Hope to bear the palm. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [141]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 39. Savior, when night involves the skies L.M. [142]Hesperus: Henry Baker (1835-1910), 1866 Thomas Gisborne, 1805 Savior, when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to thee; Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, Victor of the grave and hell, Thee, source of life's eternal morn. When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee my soul triumphant springs; Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, Thee, Lord of lords and King of kings. O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose power I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live. __________________________________________________________________ [143]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 40. O Light, whose beams illumine all Six 8's [144]St. Matthias: William Henry Monk, 1861 Edward H. Plumptre, 1864 O Light, whose beams illumine all From twilight dawn to perfect day, Shine thou before the shadows fall, That lead our wandering feet astray; At morn and eve thy radiance pour, That youth may love and age adore. O Way, through whom our souls draw near To yon eternal home of peace, Where perfect love shall cast out fear, And earth's vain toil and wandering cease; In strength or weakness may we see Our heavenward path, O Lord, through thee. O Truth, before whose shrine we bow, Thou priceless pearl for all who seek, To thee our earliest strength we vow; Thy love will bless the pure and meek; When dreams or mists beguile our sight, Turn thou our darkness into light. O Life, the well that ever flows To slake the thirst of those that faint, Thy power to bless, what seraph knows? Thy joy supreme, what words can paint? In earth's last hour of fleeting breath Be thou our conqueror over death. O Light, O Way, O Truth, O Life, O Jesus, born mankind to save, Give thou thy peace in deadliest strife; Shed thou thy calm on stormiest wave; Be thou our hope, our joy, our dread, Lord of the living and the dead. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [145]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 41. Lord of mercy and of might 7.7.7.5 [146]Capetown: Freidrich Filitz, 1847 Reginald Heber, 1827; Published after his death. Lord of mercy and of might, Of mankind the life and light, Maker, Teacher infinite: Jesus, hear and save. Strong Creator, Savior mild, Humbled to a mortal child, Captive, beaten, bound, reviled: Jesus, hear and save. Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords, and King of kings: Jesus, hear and save. Soon to come to earth again, Judge of angels and of men, Hear us now, and hear us then: Jesus, hear and save. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [147]Daily Prayer: Through the Week 42. Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 8.7.8.7 [148]St. Oswald: John B. Dykes, 1857 [149]Autumn: Francois H. Barthelomon, 1785 Welsh; William Williams, 1745; Tr. Peter Williams, 1772; alt. John Keble, 1857 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through. Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness; Be my sword, and shield, and banner, Be the Lord my Righteousness. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Lord's Day [150]43 O day of rest and gladness [151]44 Sweet is the work, my God, my King [152]45 This is the day of light [153]46 Safely through another week [154]47 On this day, the first of days [155]48 O Savior, bless us ere we go [156]49 Our day of praise is done [157]50 Savior, again to thy dear Name we raise [158]51 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Also the following: [159]307 O 'twas a joyful sound to hear [160]352 Again the morn of gladness [161]504 Holy offerings, rich and rare [162]544 O what the joy and the glory must be __________________________________________________________________ [163]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 43. O day of rest and gladness 7.6.7.6 D [164]Hodges: John S. B. Hodges, 1869 [165]St. Anselm: Joseph Barnby, 1869 Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee the high and lowly, Through ages joined in tune, Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great God Triune. On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lord victorious The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee most glorious A triple light was given. Thou art a port protected From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected With streams of Paradise; Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry, dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land. Today on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel-light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest. To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [166]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 44. Sweet is the work, my God, my King L.M. [167]Canonbury: Robert Schumann, 1839 Arr. Psalm 92 Isaac Watts, 1719 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels, how divine! Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. __________________________________________________________________ [168]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 45. This is the day of light S.M. [169]Swabia: Johann M. Spiess, 1745 John Ellerton, 1867 This is the day of light: Let there be light today; O Day-spring, rise upon our night, And chase its gloom away. This is the day of rest: Our failing strength renew; On weary brain and troubled breast Shed thou thy freshening dew. This is the day of peace: Thy peace our spirits fill; Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, The waves of strife be still. This is the day of prayer: Let earth to heaven draw near; Lift up our hearts to seek thee there, Come down to meet us here. This is the first of days: Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [170]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 46. Safely through another week Six 7's [171]Heathlands: Henry Smart, 1866 John Newton, 1774 Safely through another week God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts today; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. While we seek for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show thy reconciled face, Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. Here we come thy Name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear: Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [172]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 47. On this day, the first of days Four 7's [173]Lubeck: Johann A. Freylinghausen, 1704 Latin; Tr. Henry W. Baker, 1861 On this day, the first of days, God the Father's Name we praise: Who, creation's Lord and Spring, Did the world from darkness bring. On this day the Eternal Son Over death his triumph won; On this day the Spirit came With his gifts of living flame. O that fervent love today May in every heart have sway, Teaching us to praise aright God, the Source of life and light. Father, who didst fashion me Image of thyself to be, Fill me with thy love divine, Let my every thought be thine. Holy Jesus, may I be Dead and buried here with thee; And, by love inflamed, arise Unto thee a sacrifice. Thou, who dost all gifts impart, Shine, blest Spirit, in my heart; Best of gifts thyself bestow; Make me burn thy love to know. God, the blessed Three in One, Dwell within my heart alone; Thou dost give thyself to me, May I give myself to thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [174]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 48. O Savior, bless us ere we go Six 8's [175]St. Matthias: William Henry Monk, 1861 Frederick William Faber, 1849 O Savior, bless us ere we go; Thy word into our minds instill, And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. The day is gone, its hours have run; And thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day and death's dark night O gentle Jesus, be our light. Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto thee we call; O let thy mercy make us glad; Thou art our Savior and our all. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. O Savior, bless us; night is come; Through night and darkness near us be; Good angels watch about our home, And we are one day nearer thee. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [176]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 49. Our day of praise is done S.M. [177]Garden City: Horatio Parker, 1893 John Ellerton, 1871 Our day of praise is done; The evening shadows fall; But pass not from us with the sun, True Light that lightenest all. Around the throne on high, Where night can never be, The white-robed harpers of the sky Bring ceaseless hymns to thee. Too faint our anthems here; Too soon of praise we tire: But O, the strains, how full and clear, Of that eternal choir! Yet, Lord, to thy dear will If thou attune the heart, We in thine angels' music still May bear our lower part. 'Tis thine each soul to calm, Each wayward thought reclaim, And make our life a daily psalm Of glory to thy Name. A little while, and then Shall come the glorious end; And songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [178]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 50. Savior, again to thy dear Name we raise Four 10's [179]Ellers: Edward J. Hopkins, 1869 John Ellerton, 1866 Savior, again to thy dear Name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy Name. Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night; Turn thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to thee. Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life; Peace to thy Church from error and from strife; Peace to our land, the fruit of truth and love; Peace in each heart, thy Spirit from above: Thy peace in life, the balm of every pain; Thy peace in death, the hope to rise again; Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [180]Daily Prayer: The Lord's Day 51. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 8.7.8.7.4.7 [181]Dismissal (Sicilian Mariners): Sicilian Folksong, 1794 John Fawcett, 1773; Alt. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing; Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace: O refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. Thanks we give and adoration For thy Gospel's joyful sound: May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound: May thy presence With us evermore be found; So that when thy love shall call us, Savior, from the world away, Fear of death shall not appall us, Glad thy summons to obey. May we ever Reign with thee in endless day. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Friday [182]52 O Jesus, crucified for man Also the following: [183]154 When I survey the wondrous cross [184]160 We sing the praise of him who died __________________________________________________________________ [185]Daily Prayer: Friday 52. O Jesus, crucified for man L.M. [186]Intercession: Arr. by John B. Dykes, 1853 W. Walsham How, 1871 O Jesus, crucified for man, O Lamb, all glorious on thy throne, Teach thou our wondering souls to scan The mystery of thy love unknown. We pray thee, grant us strength to take Our daily cross, whate'er it be, And gladly for thine own dear sake In paths of pain to follow thee. As on our daily way we go, Through light or shade, in calm or strife, O may we bear thy marks below In conquered sin and chastened life. And week by week this day we ask That holy memories of thy cross May sanctify each common task, And turn to gain each earthly loss. Grant us, dear Lord, our cross to bear Till at thy feet we lay it down, Win through thy blood our pardon there, And through the cross attain the crown. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ II. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ Advent [187]53 Hosanna to the living Lord [188]54 Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes [189]55 Come, thou long-expected Jesus [190]56 Thy kingdom come! on bended knee [191]57 Lo, He comes, with clouds descending [192]58 O Word of God incarnate [193]59 Lord, thy word abideth [194]60 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace [195]61 Rejoice, rejoice, believers [196]62 Wake, awake, for night is flying [197]63 Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding [198]64 Great God, what do I see and hear [199]65 Day of wrath! O day of mourning [200]66 O come, O come, Emmanuel [201]67 Thou art coming, O my Savior [202]68 The world is very evil [203]69 Brief life is here our portion [204]70 The King shall come when morning dawns Also the following: [205]105 Thy kingdom come, O God [206]106 Watchman, tell us of the night [207]282 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry [208]481 Lord, her watch thy Church is keeping [209]518 Hark! the voice eternal __________________________________________________________________ [210]Advent 53. Hosanna to the living Lord 8.8.8.8.11 [211]Hosanna: John B. Dykes, 1865 Reginald Heber, 1827; Published after his death. Hosanna to the living Lord! Hosanna to the Incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Savior, King, Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing! Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna, Lord! thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! thy saints reply; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound; Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! O Savior, with protecting care, Return to this thy house of prayer: Assembled in thy sacred Name, Where we thy parting promise claim: Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal! bid thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure and worthy thee. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! So in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [212]Advent 54. Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes C.M. [213]Bristol: Edward Hodges, 1841 Philip Doddridge, 1735; Alt. Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes, The Savior promised long: Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held: The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyes oppressed with night To pour celestial day. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure: And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim: And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved Name. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [214]Advent 55. Come, thou long-expected Jesus 8.7.8.7 [215]Stuttgart: Gotha, 1715 Charles Wesley, 1744 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone: By thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to thy glorious throne. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [216]Advent 56. Thy kingdom come! on bended knee C.M. [217]St. Flavian: Day's Psalter, 1562 Frederick L. Hosmer, 1891 Thy kingdom come! on bended knee The passing ages pray; And faithful souls have yearned to see On earth that kingdom's day. But the slow watches of the night Not less to God belong; And for the everlasting right The silent stars are strong. And lo, already on the hills The flags of dawn appear; Gird up your loins, ye prophet souls, Proclaim the day is near: The day in whose clear-shining light All wrong shall stand revealed, When justice shall be throned in might, And every hurt be healed; When knowledge, hand in hand with peace, Shall walk the earth abroad; The day of perfect righteousness, The promised day of God. __________________________________________________________________ [218]Advent 57. Lo, He comes, with clouds descending 8.7.8.7.4.7 [219]St. Thomas: J. F. Wade's Cantus Diversi, 1751 John Cennick, 1750, and Charles Wesley, 1758 Lo, He comes, with clouds descending, Once for our salvation slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of his train: Alleluia! Christ, the Lord, returns to reign. Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced, and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear: All his saints, by men rejected, Now shall meet him in the air: Alleluia! See the day of God appear. Yea, amen; let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne; Savior, take the power and glory; Claim the kingdoms for thine own: Alleluia! Thou shalt reign, and thou alone. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [220]Advent 58. O Word of God incarnate 7.6.7.6 D. [221]Munich: Meiningen, 1693; harm., Felix Mendelssohn (1809-1847), 1847 W. Walsham How, 1867 O Word of God incarnate, O Wisdom from on high, O Truth, unchanged, unchanging, O Light of our dark sky, We praise thee for the radiance That from the hallowed page, A lantern to our footsteps, Shines on from age to age. The Church from her dear Master Received the gift divine, And still that light she lifteth O'er all the earth to shine. It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored, It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ, the living Word. It floateth like a banner Before God's host unfurled; It shineth like a beacon Above the darkling world; It is the chart and compass That o'er life's surging sea, 'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands, Still guides, O Christ, to thee. O make thy Church, dear Savior, A lamp of purest gold, To bear before the nations Thy true light as of old; O teach thy wandering pilgrims By this their path to trace Till, clouds and darkness ended, They see thee face to face. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [222]Advent 59. Lord, thy word abideth Four 6's [223]Ravenshaw: Ave Hierarchia, 1567 Arr. William Henry Monk Henry W. Baker, 1861 Lord, thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth; Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. When our foes are near us, Then thy word doth cheer us, Word of consolation, Message of salvation. When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, Then its light directeth, And our way protecteth. Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure, By thy word imparted To the simple-hearted? Word of mercy, giving Succor to the living; Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying! O that we discerning Its most holy learning, Lord, may love and fear thee! Evermore be near thee! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [224]Advent 60. Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace C.M. [225]Nox Praecissit: John Baptiste Calkin, 1873 Bernard Barton, 1826 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace Our path when wont to stray; Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, Brook by the traveler's way; Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky; Pillar of fire, through watches dark, And radiant cloud by day; When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay: Word of the everliving God, Will of his glorious Son; Without thee how could earth be trod, Or heaven itself be won? Lord, grant us all aright to learn The wisdom it imparts; And to its heavenly teaching turn, With simple, childlike hearts. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [226]Advent 61. Rejoice, rejoice, believers 7.6.7.6 D. [227]Lancashire: Henry T. Smart, 1836 German; Laurentius Laurenti, 1700; Tr. Sarah B. Findlater, 1854 Rejoice, rejoice, believers! And let your lights appear; The evening is advancing, And darker night is near. The Bridegroom is arising, And soon he will draw nigh; Up! pray, and watch, and wrestle! At midnight comes the cry. See that your lamps are burning; Replenish them with oil; Look now for your salvation, The end of sin and toil. The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near, Go meet him as he cometh, With alleluias clear. O wise and holy virgins, Now raise your voices higher, Until in songs of triumph Ye meet the angel choir. The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand; Up, up, ye heirs of glory! The Bridegroom is at hand. Our hope and expectation, O Jesus, now appear; Arise, thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere! With hearts and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, And ever be with thee! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [228]Advent 62. Wake, awake, for night is flying P.M. [229]Sleepers, Wake: Melody by Philip Nicolai, 1599; harm., Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) German, Philip Nicolai, 1599; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858 Wake, awake, for night is flying: The watchmen on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight's solemn hour is tolling, His chariot wheels are nearer rolling, He comes; prepare, ye virgins wise. Rise up, with willing feet, Go forth, the Bridegroom meet: Alleluia! Bear through the night your well-trimmed light, Speed forth to join the marriage rite. Sion hears the watchmen singing, Her heart with deep delight is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom: Forth her Bridegroom comes, all glorious, In grace arrayed, by truth victorious; Her Star is risen, her Light is come! All hail, Incarnate Lord, Our crown, and our reward! Alleluia! We haste along, in pomp of song, And gladsome join the marriage throng. Lamb of God, the heavens adore thee, And men and angels sing before thee, With harp and cymbal's clearest tone. By the pearly gates in wonder We stand, and swell the voice of thunder, That echoes round thy dazzling throne. No vision ever brought, No ear hath ever caught, Such bliss and joy: To raise the song, we swell the throng, To praise thee ages all along. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [230]Advent 63. Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding 8.7.8.7 [231]Merton: William Henry Monk, 1850 Latin, 5th cent.; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; Alt. Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding; "Christ is nigh," it seems to say; "Cast away the works of darkness, O ye children of the day." Wakened by the solemn warning, Let the earth-bound soul arise; Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Shines upon the morning skies. Lo! the Lamb, so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heaven; Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiven; So when next he comes with glory, Wrapping all the world in fear, May he with his mercy shield us, And with words of love draw near. __________________________________________________________________ [232]Advent 64. Great God, what do I see and hear 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 [233]Luther's Hymn: Joseph Klug's Gesangbuch, 1535 William B. Collyer, 1812; Alt. Thomas Cotterill, 1820 Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of all men doth appear On clouds of glory seated! The trumpet sounds; the graves restore The dead which they contained before; Prepare, my soul, to meet him! The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him. But sinners, filled with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing; For they shall rise and find their tears And sighs are unavailing; The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet him. Great God, to thee my spirit clings, Thy boundless love declaring; One wondrous sight my comfort brings, The Judge my nature wearing. Beneath his cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [234]Advent 65. Day of wrath! O day of mourning 8.8.8 [235]Dies Irae (Dykes): John Bacchus Dykes, 1861 [236]Dies Irae (Plainsong): Plainsong, Modes II and I Latin; Thomas of Celano, 13th cent.; Tr. William J. Irons, 1849 Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth. Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Lo! the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. When the Judge his seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! Think, good Jesus, my salvation Cost thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! Faint and weary, thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant thy gift of absolution, Ere the day of retribution. Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning! Thou the sinful woman savedst; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest. Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! With thy favoured sheep O place me; Nor among the goats abase me; But to thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me with thy saints surrounded. Low I kneel, with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition. Ah! that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare him; Spare, O God, in mercy spare him! Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant them thine eternal rest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [237]Advent 66. O come, O come, Emmanuel Six 8's [238]Veni Emmanuel: Plainsong, Mode I; "A French Missal", 15th cent.; Adapted, Thomas Helmore, 1854 Latin; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1852; Alt., 1861 O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel; That mourns in lonely exile here, Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save, And give them victory o'er the grave. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! O come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer Our spirits by thine advent here; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! O come, thou Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! O come, O come, thou Lord of might! Who to thy tribes on Sinai's height, In ancient times didst give the law, In cloud, and majesty, and awe. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [239]Advent 67. Thou art coming, O my Savior P.M. [240]Beverly: William Henry Monk, 1875 Frances R. Havergal, 1873 Thou art coming, O my Savior! Thou art coming, O my King! In thy beauty all resplendent, In thy glory all transcendent; Well may we rejoice and sing; Coming: in the opening east Herald brightness slowly swells; Coming: O thou glorious Priest! Hear we not thy golden bells? Thou art coming, thou art coming; We shall meet thee on thy way; We shall see thee, we shall know thee, We shall bless thee, we shall show thee All our hearts could never say; What an anthem that will be, Music rapturously sweet, Pouring out our love to thee At thine own all-glorious feet. Thou art coming; at thy table We are witnesses for this; While remembering hearts thou meetest In communion clearest, sweetest, Earnest of our coming bliss; Showing not thy death alone, And thy love exceeding great, But thy coming, and thy throne, All for which we long and wait. Thou art coming, we are waiting With a hope that cannot fail; Asking not the day or hour, Resting on thy word of power, Anchored safe within the veil. Time appointed may be long, But the vision must be sure; Certainty shall make us strong, Joyful patience can endure. O the joy to see thee reigning, Thee, our own beloved Lord! Every tongue thy Name confessing, Worship honour, glory, blessing Brought to thee with one accord; Thee, our Master and our Friend, Vindicated and enthroned, Unto earth's remotest end Glorified, adored, and owned! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [241]Advent 68. The world is very evil 7.6.7.6 D [242]Pearsall: Robert J. Pearsall, 1863 Latin; St. Bernard of Cluny, 1145; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1858 The world is very evil; The times are waxing late: Be sober and keep vigil; The Judge is at the gate: The Judge who comes in mercy, The Judge who comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right. Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead: To the home of fadeless splendour, Of flowers that bear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children, Who here as exiles mourn; 'Mid power that knows no limit, And wisdom free from bound, Where rests a peace untroubled, Peace holy and profound, O happy, holy portion, Refection for the blest, True vision of true beauty, Sweet cure for all distrest! Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest, Who art with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [243]Advent 69. Brief life is here our portion 7.6.7.6 D [244]St. Alphege: Henry J. Gauntlett, 1852 Latin; St. Bernard of Cluny, 1145; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1858 Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there! O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest, For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest! There grief is turned to pleasure; Such pleasure as below No human voice can utter, No human heart can know; And after fleshly weakness, And after this world's night, And after storm and whirlwind, Are calm, and joy, and light. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown; And he whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see him Shall have him for their own. And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Sion in her anguish With Babylon must cope; But there is David's fountain, And life in fullest glow; And there the light is golden, And milk and honey flow. The morning shall awaken, The shadows flee away, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day; For God our King and Portion, In fullness of his grace, We then shall see for ever, And worship face to face. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest Who art with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [245]Advent 70. The King shall come when morning dawns C.M. [246]St. Stephen: William Jones, 1789 Greek; Tr. John Brownlie, 1907 The King shall come when morning dawns, And light triumphant breaks; When beauty gilds the eastern hills, And life to joy awakes. Not as of old a little child To bear, and fight, and die, But crowned with glory like the sun That lights the morning sky. O brighter than the rising morn When he, victorious, rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes; O brighter than that glorious morn Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we his face shall see. The King shall come when morning dawns, And earth's dark night is past; O haste the rising of that morn, The day that aye shall last; And let the endless bliss begin, By weary saints foretold, When right shall triumph over wrong, And truth shall be extolled. The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings: Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray, Come quickly, King of kings. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Christmas [247]71 While shepherds watched their flocks by night [248]72 O come, all ye faithful [249]73 Hark! the herald angels sing [250]74 Of the Father's love begotten [251]75 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing [252]76 Christians, awake, salute the happy morn [253]77 Sing, O sing, this blessed morn [254]78 O little town of Bethlehem [255]79 It came upon the midnight clear [256]80 Angels from the realms of glory [257]81 Hark! what mean those holy voices [258]82 A great and mighty wonder [259]83 Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown [260]84 Calm on the listening ear of night Also the following: [261]349 Once in royal David's city [262]545 All my heart this night rejoices [263]546 Silent night, holy night [264]547 When Christ was born of Mary free [265]548 Like silver lamps [266]549 Good Christian men, rejoice [267]550 Dost thou in a manger lie [268]551 The first Nowell the angel did say [269]552 Joy fills our inmost hearts today __________________________________________________________________ [270]Christmas 71. While shepherds watched their flocks by night C.M. [271]Winchester Old: Whole Book of Psalmes, Thomas Este, 1592 [272]Carol: Richard Storrs Willis, 1850 Nahum Tate, 1702 While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. "To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line, The Savior, who is Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign: "The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song: "All glory be to God on high And on the earth be peace; Good will henceforth from heaven to men Begin and never cease." __________________________________________________________________ [273]Christmas 72. O come, all ye faithful P.M. [274]Adeste Fideles: Cantus Diversi, J. F. Wade, 1751 Refrain Latin; Tr. Frederick Oakeley, 1841 O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold him, Born the King of angels; O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. God of God, Light of Light, Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb; Very God, Begotten, not created; Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above: Glory to God In the highest; Yea, Lord, we greet thee, Born this happy morning; Jesus, to thee be glory given; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing; Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [275]Christmas 73. Hark! the herald angels sing Eight 7's, with refrain [276]Mendelssohn: Felix Mendelssohn, 1840; Arr. William H. Cummings, 1850 Refrain Charles Wesley, 1739; Alt. Hark! the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem! Christ, by highest heaven adored; Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of the Virgin's womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail the Incarnate Deity, Pleased as Man with man to dwell; Jesus, our Emmanuel! Mild He lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Risen with healing in his wings, Light and life to all He brings, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [277]Christmas 74. Of the Father's love begotten P.M. [278]Divinum Mysterium: Plainsong, Mode V, 12th century Latin; Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (348-413); Tr. John Mason Neale, 1854, and Henry W. Baker, 1859 Of the Father's love begotten, Ere the worlds began to be, He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending he, Of the things that are, that have been, And that future years shall see, Evermore and evermore! O that Birth for ever blessed, When the Virgin, full of grace, By the Holy Ghost conceiving, Bare the Savior of our race; And the Babe, the world's Redeemer, First revealed his sacred face, Evermore and evermore! O ye heights of heaven adore him; Angel hosts, his praises sing; Powers, Dominions, bow before him, And extol our God and King; Let no tongue on earth be silent, Every voice in concert ring, Evermore and evermore! Thee let old men, thee let young men, Thee let boys in chorus sing; Matrons, virgins, little maidens, With glad voices answering: Let their guileless songs re-echo, And the heart its music bring, Evermore and evermore! Christ, to thee with God the Father, And, O Holy Ghost, to thee, Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving, And unwearied praises be: Honour, glory, and dominion, And eternal victory, Evermore and evermore! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [279]Christmas 75. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing P.M. [280]Avison: Charles Avison (c. 1710-1770) [281]Cecil: Walter Henry Hall, 1917 Refrain William A. Muehlenberg, 1826 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King! Sion, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Tell how he cometh; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round: How free to the faithful he offers salvation, His people with joy everlasting are crowned. Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise: Ye angels, the full alleluia be singing; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. __________________________________________________________________ [282]Christmas 76. Christians, awake, salute the happy morn Six 10's [283]Yorkshire: John Wainwright, 1755 John Byrom, 1750 Christians, awake, salute the happy morn, Whereon the Savior of the world was born; Rise to adore the mystery of love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above; With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God incarnate and the Virgin's Son. Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard the angelic herald's voice: "Behold, I bring good tidings of a Savior's birth To you and all the nations upon earth. This day hath God fulfilled his promised word, This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord." He spake, and straightway the celestial choir In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire; The praises of redeeming love they sang, And heaven's whole orb with alleluias rang; God's highest glory was their anthem still, Peace upon earth, and unto men good will. To Bethlehem straight the happy shepherds ran, To see the wonder God had wrought for man; And found, with Joseph and the blessed Maid, Her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid; Amazed, the wondrous story they proclaim, The earliest heralds of the Savior's name. Let us, like these good shepherds, then employ Our grateful voices to proclaim the joy; Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss, From his poor manger to his bitter cross; Treading his steps, assisted by his grace, Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. Then may we hope, the angelic thrones among, To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song; He, that was born upon this joyful day, Around us all his glory shall display; Saved by his love, incessant we shall sing Of angels and of angel-men the King. __________________________________________________________________ [284]Christmas 77. Sing, O sing, this blessed morn Four 7's, with refrain [285]St. Athanasius: Edward J. Hopkins, 1872 Refrain Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 Sing, O sing, this blessed morn, Unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given, God himself comes down from heaven; Sing, O sing, this blessed morn, Jesus Christ today is born. God of God, and Light of Light, Comes with mercies infinite, Joining in a wondrous plan Heaven to earth and God to man. God with us, Emmanuel, Deigns for ever now to dwell; He on Adam's fallen race Sheds the fullness of his grace. God comes down that man may rise, Lifted by him to the skies; Christ is Son of man that we Sons of God in him may be. O renew us, Lord, we pray, With thy Spirit day by day, That we ever one may be With the Father and with thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [286]Christmas 78. O little town of Bethlehem 7.6.8.6 D. [287]St. Louis: Lewis H. Redner, 1868 Phillips Brooks, 1868 O little town of Bethlehem! How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him, still The dear Christ enters in. O holy Child of Bethlehem! Descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin and enter in, Be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [288]Christmas 79. It came upon the midnight clear C.M.D. [289]Carol: Richard Storrs Willis, 1850 [290]St. Ursula: Frederick Westlake (1840-1898) [291]Noel: English Folksong; Arr. Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 Edmund H. Sears, 1846 It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold: Peace on the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's all-gracious King; The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. O ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow! Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophets seen of old, When with the evercircling years, Shall come the time foretold, When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. __________________________________________________________________ [292]Christmas 80. Angels from the realms of glory 8.7.8.7.4.7 [293]Regent Square: Henry Smart, 1866 Refrain James Montgomery, 1816 Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. Shepherds in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night; God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant Light: Sages, leave your contemplations; Brighter visions beam afar: Seek the great Desire of nations, Ye have seen his natal star. Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear: __________________________________________________________________ [294]Christmas 81. Hark! what mean those holy voices 8.7.8.7 [295]Sebastian: John S. B. Hodges (1830-1915) John Cawood, 1819 Hark! what mean those holy voices Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th'angelic host rejoices, Heavenly alleluias rise. Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy-- "Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high! "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. "Christ is born, the great Anointed! Heaven and earth his praises sing! O receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King! "Hasten, mortals, to adore him; Learn his name to magnify, Till in heaven ye sing before him, Glory be to God most high!" __________________________________________________________________ [296]Christmas 82. A great and mighty wonder 7.6.7.6.6.7.6 [297]Rosa Mystica: Medieval Folksong; harm. Machael Praetorius, 1609; alt. Refrain Latin; St. Germanus, 634-734; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862 A great and mighty wonder, A full and holy cure! The Virgin bears the Infant With virgin-honor pure. Repeat the hymn again! "To God on high be glory, And peace on earth to men!" The Word becomes incarnate And yet remains on high! And cherubim sing anthems To shepherds from the sky. While thus they sing your Monarch, Those bright angelic bands, Rejoice, ye vales and mountains, Ye oceans, clap your hands. Since all he comes to ransom, By all be he adored, The Infant born in Bethlehem, The Savior and the Lord. And idol forms shall perish, And error shall decay, And Christ shall wield his scepter, Our Lord and God for aye. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [298]Christmas 83. Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown P.M. [299]Margaret: Timothy Richard Matthews, 1876 Emily E. S. Elliott, 1864 Thou didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown, When thou camest to earth for me; But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room For thy holy nativity. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for thee. Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang, Proclaiming thy royal degree; But in lowly birth didst thou come to earth, And in great humility. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for thee. The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest In the shade of the forest tree; But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God, In the desert of Galilee. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for thee. Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word, That should set thy people free; But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn, They bore thee to Calvary. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus! Thy cross is my only plea. When the heavens shall ring, and the angels sing At thy coming to victory, Let thy voice call me home, saving, "Yet there is room There is room at my side for thee." And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, When thou comest and callest for me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [300]Christmas 84. Calm on the listening ear of night C.M. [301]St. Agnes: John Bacchus Dykes, 1866 Edmund H. Sears, 1834 Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The Dayspring from on high. O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, "Peace to the earth, good will to men, From heaven's eternal King!" Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Savior now is born: More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. __________________________________________________________________ St. Stephen [302]85 The Son of God goes forth to war __________________________________________________________________ [303]St. Stephen 85. The Son of God goes forth to war C.M. [304]Crusader: Samuel B. Whitney, 1889 [305]All Saints: Henry S. Cutler, 1872 [306]St. Anne: William Croft, 1708 Reginald Heber, 1812 Suitable for any martyr's festival. The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar: Who follows in his train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in his train. The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on him to save. Like him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train? A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came: Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane; They bowed their necks the death to feel: Who follows in their train? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Savior's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain: O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. John the Evangelist [307]86 O Thou, who gav'st thy servant grace Also the following: [308]277 Blest are the pure in heart [309]288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures __________________________________________________________________ [310]St. John the Evangelist 86. O Thou, who gav'st thy servant grace L.M. [311]Eisenach: Johann Hermann Schein, 1628; adapt., harm., Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Reginald Heber, 1827; Published after his death. O Thou, who gav'st thy servant grace On thee the living Rock to rest, To look on thine unveiled face, And lean on thy protecting breast; Grant us, O King of mercy, still To feel thy presence from above, And in thy word and in thy will To hear thy voice and know thy love; And when the toils of life are done, And nature waits thy just decree, To find our rest beneath thy throne, And look in certain hope to thee. To thee, O Jesus, Light of Light, Whom as their King the saints adore, Thou strength and refuge in the fight, Be laud and glory evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Holy Innocents [312]87 O Lord, the Holy Innocents __________________________________________________________________ [313]Holy Innocents 87. O Lord, the Holy Innocents L.M. [314]Alstone: Christopher Edwin Willing, 1868 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1850 O Lord, the Holy Innocents Laid down for thee their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for thee in fire and strife. We wear the cross they wore of old Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for Jesus' sake? O day by day each Christian child Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for Jesus' sake, A weary war to wage with sin. When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues, And tears of passion in our eyes; Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our Lord. With smiles of peace and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good-humour brighten there, And do all still for Jesus' sake. There's not a child so weak and small But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise, That he may do for Jesus' sake. __________________________________________________________________ Circumcision [315]88 The ancient law departs [316]89 To the Name of our salvation [317]90 Jesus! Name of wondrous love [318]91 Conquering kings their titles take Also the following: [319]108 How beauteous were the marks divine [320]232 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds [321]316 Jesus, the very thought of thee [322]394 Thy way, not mine, O Lord [323]404 Immortal Love, for ever full __________________________________________________________________ [324]Circumcision 88. The ancient law departs S.M. [325]St. Michael: Louis Bourgeois, 1551; Arr. William Crotch, 1836 [326]Franconia: Johann B. Koenig, 1738; Arr. William H. Havergal, 1840 Latin; Sebastien Besnault, 1736; Tr. Compilers of Hymns Ancient & Modern The ancient law departs And all its terrors cease; For Jesus makes with faithful hearts A covenant of peace. The Light of Light divine, True Brightness undefiled, He bears for us the shame of sin, A holy, spotless Child. Today the Name is thine, At which we bend the knee; They call the Jesus, Child divine! Our Jesus deign to be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [327]Circumcision 89. To the Name of our salvation 8.7.8.7.8.7 [328]Oriel: Cantica Sacra, C. Ett, 1840; harm. William Henry Monk Latin; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1851; alt., 1861 To the Name of our salvation Laud and honor let us pay, Which for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay; But with holy exultation We may sing aloud today. Jesus is the Name we treasure; Name beyond what words can tell; Name of gladness, Name of pleasure, Ear and heart delighting well; Name of sweetness, passing measure, Saving us from sin and hell. 'Tis the Name for adoration, Name for songs of victory, Name for holy meditation In this vale of misery, Name for joyful veneration By the citizens on high. 'Tis the Name that whoso preacheth Speaks like music to the ear; Who in prayer this Name beseecheth Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth, Heavenly joy possesseth here. Therefore we, in love adoring, This most blessed Name revere; Holy Jesus, thee imploring So to write it in us here That hereafter, heavenward soaring, We may sing with angels there. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [329]Circumcision 90. Jesus! Name of wondrous love Four 7's [330]St. Bees: John Bacchus Dykes, 1862 W. Walsham How, 1854 Jesus! Name of wondrous love! Name all other names above! Unto which must every knee Bow in deep humility. Jesus! Name decreed of old To the maiden mother told, Kneeling in her lowly cell, By the angel Gabriel. Jesus! Name of priceless worth To the fallen sons of earth, For the promise that it gave "Jesus shall his people save." Jesus! Name of mercy mild, Given to the holy Child When the cup of human woe First he tasted here below. Jesus! only Name that's given, Under all the mighty heaven, Whereby man, to sin enslaved, Bursts his fetters and is saved. Jesus! Name of wondrous love! Human Name of God above; Pleading only this we flee, Helpless, O our God, to thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [331]Circumcision 91. Conquering kings their titles take Four 7's [332]Innocents: Arr. from G. F. Handel, 1728 Latin; Paris Breviary, 1736; Tr. John Chandler, 1837; Alt., 1859 Conquering kings their titles take From the foes they captive make; Jesus, by a nobler deed, From the thousands he hath freed. Yes: none other Name is given Unto mortals under heaven, Which can make the dead arise, And exalt them to the skies. We would gladly for that Name Bear the cross, endure the shame; Joyfully for him to die Is not death, but victory. Jesus, who dost condescend To be called the sinner's Friend, Hear us, as to thee we pray, Glorying in thy Name today. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Epiphany [333]92 From the eastern mountains [334]93 Earth has many a noble city [335]94 As with gladness men of old [336]95 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning [337]96 Songs of thankfulness and praise [338]97 O One with God the Father Also the following: [339]553 Saw you never, in the twilight [340]554 We three kings of Orient are See also [341]Sundays after Epiphany. __________________________________________________________________ [342]Epiphany 92. From the eastern mountains 6.5, twelve lines [343]Valour: Arthur H. Mann, 1889 Refrain Godfrey Thring (1873-) From the eastern mountains, Pressing on they come, Wise men in their wisdom To his humble home; Stirred by deep devotion, Hasting from afar, Ever journeying onward, Guided by a star. Light of Light that shineth Ere the worlds began, Draw thou near, and lighten Every heart of man. There their Lord and Savior Meek and lowly lay, Wondrous Light that led them Onward on their way, Ever now to lighten Nations from afar, As they journey homeward By that guiding star. Thou who in a manger Once hast lowly lain, Who dost now in glory O'er all kingdoms reign, Gather in the heathen, Who in lands afar Ne'er have seen the brightness Of thy guiding star. Gather in the outcasts, All who've gone astray, Throw thy radiance o'er them, Guide them on their way, Those who never knew thee, Those who've wandered far, Lead them by the brightness Of thy guiding star. Onward through the darkness Of the lonely night, Shining still before them With thy kindly light, Guide them, Jew and Gentile, Homeward from afar, Young and old together, By thy guiding star. Until every nation, Whether bond or free, 'Neath thy starlit banner, Jesus, follows thee O'er the distant mountains To that heavenly home, Where no sin nor sorrow Evermore shall come. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [344]Epiphany 93. Earth has many a noble city 8.7.8.7 [345]Stuttgart: Gotha, 1715 Latin; Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (348-413); Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; Alt., 1861 Earth has many a noble city; Bethlehem, thou dost all excel: Out of thee the Lord from heaven Came to rule his Israel. Fairer than the sun at morning Was the star that told his birth, To the world its God announcing Seen in fleshly form on earth. Eastern sages at his cradle Make oblations rich and rare; See them give, in deep devotion, Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh. Sacred gifts of mystic meaning: Incense doth their God disclose, Gold the King of kings proclaimeth, Myrrh his sepulcher foreshows. Jesus, whom the Gentiles worshipped At thy glad Epiphany, Unto thee, with God the Father And the Spirit, glory be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [346]Epiphany 94. As with gladness men of old Six 7's [347]Dix: Conrad Kocher, 1838 William C. Dix, 1860 As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold, As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to thee. As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed; There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ! to thee, our heavenly King. Holy Jesus! every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide. In the heavenly country bright, Need they no created light; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down, There for ever may we sing Alleluias to our King. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [348]Epiphany 95. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 11.10.11.10 [349]Webbe: Adapted from Edward Miller (1735-1807) Samuel Webbe (1740-1816) [350]Morning Star: J. P. Harding (1861-) Reginald Heber, 1811 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Savior of all. Shall we not yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the rolls of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. __________________________________________________________________ [351]Epiphany 96. Songs of thankfulness and praise Eight 7's [352]Salzburg: Jakob Hintze, 1678; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 Songs of thankfulness and praise, Jesus, Lord, to thee we raise, Manifested by the star To the sages from afar; Branch of royal David's stem In thy birth at Bethlehem; Anthems be to thee addressed, God in Man made manifest. Manifest at Jordan's stream, Prophet, Priest, and King supreme; And at Cana, wedding-guest, In thy Godhead manifest; Manifest in power divine, Changing water into wine; Anthems be to thee addressed, God in Man made manifest. Manifest in making whole Palsied limbs and fainting soul; Manifest in valiant fight, Quelling all the devil's might; Manifest in gracious will, Ever bringing good from ill; Anthems be to thee addressed, God in Man made manifest. Sun and moon shall darkened be, Stars shall fall, the heavens shall flee, Christ will then like lightning shine, All will see his glorious sign: All will then the trumpet hear; All will see the Judge appear; Thou by all wilt be confessed, God in Man made manifest. Grant us grace to see thee, Lord, Mirrored in thy holy word; May we imitate thee now, And be pure, as pure art thou; That we like to thee may be At thy great Epiphany; And may praise thee, ever blest, God in Man made manifest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [353]Epiphany 97. O One with God the Father 7.6.7.6 D. [354]St. Anselm: Joseph Barnby, 1869 W. Walsham How, 1871 O One with God the Father In majesty and might, The brightness of his glory, Eternal Light of Light; O'er this our home of darkness Thy rays are streaming now; The shadows flee before thee, The world's true Light art thou. Yet, Lord, we see but darkly: O heavenly Light, arise! Dispel these mists that shroud us, And hide thee from our eyes! We long to track the footprints That thou thyself hast trod; We long to see the pathway That leads to thee, our God. O Jesus, shine around us With radiance of thy grace; O Jesus, turn upon us The brightness of thy face. We need no star to guide us, As on our way we press, If thou thy light vouchsafest, O Son of Righteousness. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Sundays after Epiphany [355]98 How bright appears the Morning Star [356]99 Hail to the Lord's Anointed [357]100 Light of those whose dreary dwelling [358]101 Joy to the world! the Lord is come [359]102 O very God of very God [360]103 Hark! the song of jubilee [361]104 Thou, whose almighty word [362]105 Thy kingdom come, O God [363]106 Watchman, tell us of the night [364]107 O North, with all thy vales of green [365]108 How beauteous were the marks divine [366]109 Not by thy mighty hand [367]110 Alleluia, song of gladness Also the following: [368]241 Eternal Light! Eternal Light [369]312 God of mercy, God of grace [370]356 Fairest Lord Jesus [371]362 When Jesus left his Father's throne [372]466 Rise, crowned with light [373]471 O where are kings and empires now [374]472 Triumphant Sion, lift thy head [375]477 Hasten the time appointed [376]478 Savior, sprinkle many nations [377]479 The morning light is breaking [378]480 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun [379]482 Fling out the banner [380]487 Arm of the Lord See also [381]Sundays after Trinity, [382]Church Militant, [383]Missions, [384]Brotherhood and Service. __________________________________________________________________ [385]Sundays after Epiphany 98. How bright appears the Morning Star P.M. [386]Frankfort: Philipp Nicolai, 1599; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) German; Philip Nicolai, 1599; Tr. William Mercer; recast 1859 How bright appears the Morning Star, With mercy beaming from afar; The host of heaven rejoices; O Righteous Branch, O Jesse's Rod! Thou Son of man and Son of God! We, too, will lift our voices: Jesus, Jesus! Holy, holy, yet most lowly, Draw thou near us; Great Emmanuel, come and hear us. Though circled by the hosts on high, He deigned to cast a pitying eye Upon his helpless creature; The whole creation's Head and Lord, By highest seraphim adored, Assumed our very nature; Jesus, grant us, Through thy merit, to inherit Thy salvation; Hear, O hear our supplication. Rejoice, ye heavens; thou earth, reply; With praise, ye sinners, fill the sky, For this his incarnation. Incarnate God, put forth thy power, Ride on, ride on, great Conqueror, Till all know thy salvation. Amen, Amen! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be given Evermore, by earth and heaven. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [387]Sundays after Epiphany 99. Hail to the Lord's Anointed 7.6.7.6 D. [388]Zoan: William H. Havergal, 1859 [389]Webb: George J. Webb, 1837 James Montgomery, 1821 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free; To take away transgression, And rule in equity. He comes with succour speedy To those who suffer wrong, To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight. He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. Kings shall bow down before him. And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore him, His praise all people sing; To him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest: The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His Name shall stand for ever, His changeless Name of Love. __________________________________________________________________ [390]Sundays after Epiphany 100. Light of those whose dreary dwelling 8.7.8.7 [391]Batty: Moravian Melody, 1745 [392]Sardis: From Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827); Adapted Charles Wesley, 1744 Light of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Jesus, now thyself revealing, Scatter every cloud beneath. Still we wait for thine appearing; Life and joy thy beams impart, Chasing all our doubts, and cheering Every meek and contrite heart. Show thy power in every nation, O thou Prince of Peace and Love! Give the knowledge of salvation, Fix our hearts on things above. By thine all-sufficient merit, Every burdened soul release; By the presence of thy Spirit, Guide us into perfect peace. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [393]Sundays after Epiphany 101. Joy to the world! the Lord is come C.M. [394]Chesterfield: Thomas Haweis, 1792 Isaac Watts, 1719 Joy to the world! the Lord is come: Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room And heaven and nature sing. Joy to the world! the Savior reigns: Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. __________________________________________________________________ [395]Sundays after Epiphany 102. O very God of very God C.M. [396]Bangor: William Tans'ur, 1734 John Mason Neale, 1848 O very God of very God And very Light of Light, Whose feet this earth's dark valley trod, That so it might be bright; Our hopes are weak, our fears are strong, Thick darkness blinds our eyes; Cold is the night; thy people long That thou, their Sun, wouldst rise. And even now, though dull and gray, The east is brightening fast, And kindling to the perfect day, That never shall be past. O guide us till our path is done, And we have reached the shore Where thou, our everlasting Sun, Art shining evermore! We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the daylight springs, Till thou shalt come our gloom to chase, With healing in thy wings. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [397]Sundays after Epiphany 103. Hark! the song of jubilee Eight 7's [398]Thanksgiving: Walter B. Gilbert (1829-1910) James Montgomery, 1818 Hark! the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fullness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore: "Hallelujah! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah!" let the word Echo round the earth and main. Hallelujah! hark! the sound, From the depths unto the skies. Wakes above, beneath, around All creation's harmonies; See Jehovah's banner furled, Sheathed his sword; he speaks; 'tis done; And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. He shall reign from pole to pole With illimitable sway; He shall reign when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away. Then the end; beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall: Hallelujah! Christ in God, God in Christ is All in All. __________________________________________________________________ [399]Sundays after Epiphany 104. Thou, whose almighty word 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 [400]Moscow: Felice de Giardini, 1769 John Marriott, 1813 Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight; Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the Gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light! Thou who didst come to bring On thy redeeming wing Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, O now, to all mankind, Let there be light! Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving, holy Dove, Speed forth thy flight! Move on the waters' face Bearing the lamp of grace, And, in earth's darkest place, Let there be light! Holy and blessed Three, Glorious Trinity, Wisdom, Love, Might; Boundless as ocean's tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, Let there be light! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [401]Sundays after Epiphany 105. Thy kingdom come, O God Four 6's [402]St. Cecilia: Leighton G. Hayne, 1863 Lewis Hensley, 1867 Thy kingdom come, O God! Thy rule, O Christ, begin! Break with thine iron rod The tyrannies of sin! Where is thy reign of peace, And purity, and love? When shall all hatred cease, As in the realms above? When comes the promised time That war shall be no more, Oppression, lust, and crime Shall flee thy face before? We pray thee, Lord, arise, And come in thy great might; Revive our longing eyes, Which languish for thy sight. O'er heathen lands afar Thick darkness broodeth yet: Arise, O Morning Star, Arise, and never set. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [403]Sundays after Epiphany 106. Watchman, tell us of the night Eight 7's [404]Watchman: Lowell Mason, 1830 [405]Watchman (arranged): Lowell Mason, 1830; harm. T. Tertius Noble, 1917 John Bowring, 1825 Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler, yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. Watchman, tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveler, blessedness and light, Peace and truth its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveler, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come! __________________________________________________________________ [406]Sundays after Epiphany 107. O North, with all thy vales of green 8.6.8.6.8.8 [407]Bryant: Walter G. Alcock (1861-) William Cullen Bryant, 1869 O North, with all thy vales of green, O South, with all thy palms! From peopled towns and vales between, Uplift the voice of psalms; Raise, ancient East, the anthem high, And let the youthful West reply. Lo, in the clouds of heaven appears God's well-beloved Son; He brings a train of brighter years; His kingdom is begun. He comes, a guilty world to bless With mercy, truth, and righteousness. O Father, haste the promised hour, When at his feet shall lie All rule, authority, and power, Beneath the ample sky; When he shall reign from pole to pole, The Lord of every human soul: When all shall heed the words he said Amid their daily cares, And by the loving life he led Shall seek to pattern theirs; And he who conquered death shall win The mightier conquest over sin. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [408]Sundays after Epiphany 108. How beauteous were the marks divine L.M. [409]Breslau: Leipzig, 1625 Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840; cento. How beauteous were the marks divine That in thy meekness used to shine; That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! O who like thee, so calm, so bright, Thou Son of man, thou Light of Light; O who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? O who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before? So meek, forgiving, Godlike, high, So glorious in humility! And all thy life's unchanging years, A man of sorrows and of tears, The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon thy bending shoulders weighed. And death, that sets the prisoner free, Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. O in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all this way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [410]Sundays after Epiphany 109. Not by thy mighty hand S.M. [411]Potsdam: Adapted from Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) James R. Woodford, 1868 Not by thy mighty hand, Thy wondrous works alone, But by the marvels of thy word, Thy glory, Lord, is known. Forth from the eternal gates, Thine everlasting home, To sow the seed of truth below, Thou didst vouchsafe to come. And still from age to age, Thou, gracious Lord, hast been The Bearer forth of goodly seed The Sower still unseen. And thou wilt come again, And heaven beneath thee bow, To reap the harvest thou hast sown, Sower and Reaper thou. Watch, Lord, thy harvest field With thine unsleeping eye, The children of the Kingdom keep To thy Epiphany; That when, in thy great day, The tares shall severed be, We may be surely gathered in With all thy saints to thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [412]Sundays after Epiphany 110. Alleluia, song of gladness 8.7.8.7.8.7 [413]Dulce Carmen: Essay on the Church Plain Chant, 1782; Arr. Samuel Webbe, 1792 Latin; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1861; Alt. Alleluia, song of gladness, Voice of joy that cannot die; Alleluia is the anthem Ever dear to choirs on high; In the house of God abiding Thus they sing eternally. Alleluia thou resoundest, True Jerusalem and free; Alleluia, joyful mother, All thy children sing with thee; But by Babylon's sad waters Mourning exiles now are we. Alleluia cannot always Be our song while here below; Alleluia our transgressions Make us for a while forego: For the solemn time is coming When our tears for sin must flow. Therefore in our hymns we pray thee, Grant us, blessed Trinity, At the last to keep thine Easter In our home beyond the sky; There to thee for ever singing Alleluia joyfully. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Septuagesima [414]111 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve [415]112 Breast the wave, Christian [416]113 Fight the good fight with all thy might [417]114 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings [418]115 Soldiers of the cross, arise [419]116 Oft in danger, oft in woe [420]117 He who would valiant be [421]118 My soul, be on thy guard [422]119 O Thou to whose all-searching sight [423]120 Dear Lord and Father of mankind [424]121 Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost Also the following: [425]234 My God, I love thee [426]235 O Love that casts out fear [427]354 Savior, teach me day by day [428]496 O Lord, and Master of us all __________________________________________________________________ [429]Septuagesima 111. Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve C.M. [430]Christmas: George Frederick Handel, 1728 Philip Doddridge, 1755 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. __________________________________________________________________ [431]Septuagesima 112. Breast the wave, Christian 5.5.5.5.6.5.6.5 [432]Fortitude: William C. Filby, 1874 Joseph Stammers, 1830; Alt. Breast the wave, Christian, When it is strongest; Watch for day, Christian, When the night's longest; Onward and onward still Be thine endeavour; The rest that remaineth Will be for ever. Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er thee; Run the race, Christian, Heaven is before thee; He who hath promised Faltereth never; The love of eternity Flows on for ever. Lift thine eye, Christian, Just as it closeth; Raise thy heart, Christian, Ere it reposeth; Thee from the love of Christ Nothing shall sever; And, when thy work is done, Praise him for ever. __________________________________________________________________ [433]Septuagesima 113. Fight the good fight with all thy might L.M. [434]Pentecost: William Boyd, 1864 [435]Courage: Horatio Parker, 1895 John S. B. Monsell, 1863; Alt. Fight the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. Run the straight race through God's good grace, Lift up thine eyes, and seek his face; Life with its way before us lies, Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide; His boundless mercy will provide; Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove Christ is its life, and Christ its love. Faint not nor fear, his arms are near; He changeth not, and thou art dear; Only believe, and thou shalt see That Christ is all in all to thee. __________________________________________________________________ [436]Septuagesima 114. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6 [437]Amsterdam: James Nares (1715-1783) [438]Beethoven: Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824; Arr. Edward Hodges (1796-1867) Robert Seagrave, 1742; Alt. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy destined place. Sun and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn! Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Savior will return, To take thee to the skies. There is everlasting peace, Rest, enduring rest, in heaven; There will sorrow ever cease, And crowns of joy be given. __________________________________________________________________ [439]Septuagesima 115. Soldiers of the cross, arise Four 7's [440]Orientis Partibus: Pierre de Corbeil (-1222) W. Walsham How, 1864 Soldiers of the cross, arise! Gird you with your armour bright! Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight. O'er a faithless fallen world, Raise your banner in the sky! Let it float there wide unfurled! Bear it onward! lift it high! Mid the homes of want and woe, Strangers to the living Word, Let the Savior's herald go! Let the voice of hope be heard! Where the shadows deepest lie, Carry truth's unsullied ray! Where are crimes of blackest dye, There the saving sign display! To the weary and the worn Tell of realms where sorrows cease! To the outcast and forlorn Speak of mercy and of peace! Guard the helpless! seek the strayed! Comfort troubles! banish grief! In the might of God arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief! Be the banner still unfurled, Still unsheathed the Spirit's sword, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdom of the Lord! __________________________________________________________________ [441]Septuagesima 116. Oft in danger, oft in woe Four 7's [442]University College: Henry John Gauntlett (1805-1876), 1852 [443]Advent: George M. Garrett, 1891 Henry Kirke White, 1806; Frances Sara (Fuller-Maitland) Colquhoun, 1827; cento. Oft in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of Life. Let sour drooping hearts be glad; March in heavenly armour clad; Fight, nor think the battle long, Soon shall victory tune your song. Let not sorrow dim your eye, Soon shall every tear be dry; Let not fears your course impede, Great your strength, if great your need. Onward then to battle move, More than conquerors ye shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go. __________________________________________________________________ [444]Septuagesima 117. He who would valiant be 6.5.6.5.6.6.6.5 [445]Egbert: Walter Henry Hall, 1917 [446]St. Dunstan's: C. Winfred Douglas, 1917 John Bunyan (1628-1688); Alt. He who would valiant be 'Gainst all disaster, Let him in constancy Follow the Master. There's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim. Who so beset him round With dismal stories, Do but themselves confound, His strength the more is. No foes shall stay his might, Though he with giants fight; He will make good his right To be a pilgrim. Since, Lord, thou dost defend Us with thy Spirit We know we at the end Shall life inherit. Then fancies flee away! I'll fear not what men say, I'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim. __________________________________________________________________ [447]Septuagesima 118. My soul, be on thy guard S.M. [448]Heath: Mason and Webb, Cantica Laudis, 1850 George Heath, 1781 My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; A host of sins are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. O watch, and fight, and pray! The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armour down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God! He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode. __________________________________________________________________ [449]Septuagesima 119. O Thou to whose all-searching sight L.M. [450]Grace Church: Ignaz Joseph Pleyel, 1815 German; N. L. von Zinzendorf, 1721; Tr. John Wesley, 1738 O Thou to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee: O burst these bonds, and set it free! Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my Light, be thou my Way; No foes, no evils need I fear, No harm, while thou, my God, art near. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Savior, where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee: O let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [451]Septuagesima 120. Dear Lord and Father of mankind 8.6.8.8.6 [452]Newcastle: Henry L. Morley, 1875 [453]Rest: Frederick C. Maker, 1887 John G. Whittier, 1872 Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways! Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with thee The silence of eternity Interpreted by love! Drop thy still dews of quietness Till all our strivings cease: Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of thy peace. Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [454]Septuagesima 121. Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost 7.7.7.5 [455]Charity: John Stainer, 1868 Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost, Taught by thee we covet most, Of thy gifts at Pentecost, Holy, heavenly love. Love is kind, and suffers long, Love is meek, and thinks no wrong, Love than death itself more strong; Therefore, give us love. Prophecy will fade away, Melting in the light of day; Love will ever with us stay; Therefore, give us love. Faith will vanish into sight; Hope be emptied in delight; Love in heaven will shine more bright; Therefore, give us love. Faith and hope and love we see, Joining hand in hand, agree, But the greatest of the three And the best, is love. From the overshadowing Of thy gold and silver wing, Shed on us, who to thee sing, Holy, heavenly love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Ash Wednesday and Lent [456]122 Lord, in this thy mercy's day [457]123 Forty days and forty nights [458]124 O Lord, when we bend before thy throne [459]125 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee [460]126 Christian! dost thou see them [461]127 Jesus, Lord of life and glory [462]128 Christian, seek not yet repose [463]129 Weary of self, and laden with my sin [464]130 Savior! when in dust to thee [465]131 O Jesus! Lord most merciful [466]132 O Jesus, thou art standing [467]133 With broken heart and contrite sigh [468]134 Lord, who throughout these forty days [469]135 Jesus, and shall it ever be [470]136 Weary of wandering from my God [471]137 Heal me, O my Savior, heal [472]138 When wounded sore the stricken soul [473]139 Just as I am, without one plea [474]140 Sinful, sighing to be blest __________________________________________________________________ [475]Ash Wednesday and Lent 122. Lord, in this thy mercy's day 7.7.7 [476]St. Philip: William Henry Monk, 1861 Isaac Williams, 1842; Alt. Lord, in this thy mercy's day, Ere the time shall pass away On our knees we fall and pray. Holy Jesus, grant us tears, Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that day of doom appears. Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at thy door, Ere it close for evermore. By thy night of agony, By thy supplicating cry, By thy willingness to die, By thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not thy love forego. Judge and Savior of our race, Grant us, when we see thy face, With thy ransomed ones a place. On thy love we rest alone And that love shall then be known By the pardoned, round thy throne. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [477]Ash Wednesday and Lent 123. Forty days and forty nights Four 7's [478]Heinlein: Martin Herbst (?), 1676 George Hunt Smyttan, 1856; Alt. Forty days and forty nights Thou wast fasting in the wild; Forty days and forty nights Tempted, and yet undefiled. Shall not we thy sorrow share, And from earthly joys abstain, Fasting with unceasing prayer, Glad with thee to suffer pain? And if Satan, vexing sore, Flesh or spirit should assail, Thou, his Vanquisher before, Grant we may not faint nor fail. So shall we have peace divine: Holier gladness ours shall be; Round us, too, shall angels shine, Such as ministered to thee. Keep, O keep us, Savior dear, Ever constant by thy side; That with thee we may appear At the eternal Eastertide. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [479]Ash Wednesday and Lent 124. O Lord, when we bend before thy throne C.M. [480]Windsor: Christopher Tye, Acts of the Apostles, 1553 [481]Martyrdom: Hugh Wilson, 1824 Joseph D. Carlyle, 1802 O Lord, when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our broken spirits, pitying, see; True penitence impart; And let a kindling glance from thee Beam hope upon the heart. When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosoms share That is not wholly thine. Let faith each weak petition fill, And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still That grants it, or denies. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [482]Ash Wednesday and Lent 125. Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee C.M. [483]St. Bernard: Cologne, 1741 John H. Gurney, 1838 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear; Like thee, to do our Father's will; Our brethren's grief to share. Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine; And kindness in our bosoms dwell As free and true as thine. If joy shall at thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, "Father, thy will be done." Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [484]Ash Wednesday and Lent 126. Christian! dost thou see them 6.5.6.5 D [485]St. Andrew of Crete: John B. Dykes, 1868 Greek; St. Andrew of Crete; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862 Christian! dost thou see them On the holy ground, How the powers of darkness Rage thy steps around? Christian! up and smite them, Counting gain but loss; In the strength that cometh By the holy cross. Christian! dost thou feel then How they work within, Striving, tempting, luring, Goading into sin? Christian! never tremble; Never be downcast; Gird thee for the battle, Watch and pray and fast. Christian! dost thou hear them, How they speak thee fair? "Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian! answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, Night shall end in day. "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary, I was weary too; But that toil shall make thee Some day all mine own, And the end of sorrow Shall be near my throne." __________________________________________________________________ [486]Ash Wednesday and Lent 127. Jesus, Lord of life and glory 8.7.8.7.4.7 [487]St. Raphael: Edward J. Hopkins, 1862 [488]Evangel: Edward J. Hopkins (1818-1901) Refrain James J. Cummins, 1839 Jesus, Lord of life and glory, Bend from heaven thy gracious ear; While our waiting souls adore thee, Friend of helpless sinners, hear: From the depths of nature's blindness, From the hardening power of sin, From all malice and unkindness, From the pride that lurks within, When temptation sorely presses, In the day of Satan's power, In our times of deep distresses, In each dark and trying hour, When the world around is smiling, In the time of wealth and ease Earthly joys our hearts beguiling, In the day of health and peace, In the weary hours of sickness, In the times of grief and pain, When we feel our mortal weakness, When all human help is vain, In the solemn hour of dying, In the awful judgment day, May our souls, on thee relying, Find thee still our hope and stay: By thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [489]Ash Wednesday and Lent 128. Christian, seek not yet repose 7.7.7.3 [490]Vigilate: William Henry Monk, 1868 Charlotte Elliott, 1836 "Christian, seek not yet repose," Hear thy guardian angel say; "Thou art in the midst of foes: Watch and pray!" Principalities and powers, Mustering their unseen array, Wait for thy unguarded hours: Watch and pray! Gird thy heavenly armour on, Wear it ever, night and day; Ambushed lies the evil one: Watch and pray! Hear the victors who o'ercame; Still they mark each warrior's way; All with one sweet voice exclaim: "Watch and pray!" Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, Him thou lovest to obey; Hide within thy heart his word: "Watch and pray!" Watch, as if on that alone Hung the issue of the day; Pray that help may be sent down: Watch and pray! __________________________________________________________________ [491]Ash Wednesday and Lent 129. Weary of self, and laden with my sin Four 10's [492]Langran: James Langran, 1862 Samuel J. Stone, 1866 Weary of self, and laden with my sin, I look at heaven and long to enter in, But there no evil thing may find a home: And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." The while I fain would tread the heavenly way Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall: "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And his the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 'Twas he who found me on the deathly wild, And he made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me his grace of pardon, and will give. O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer That in the Father's courts my glorious May be the garment of thy righteousness. Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [493]Ash Wednesday and Lent 130. Savior! when in dust to thee Eight 7's [494]Spanish Chant: Arr. Benjamin Carr, 1824 [495]Aberystwyth: Joseph Parry, 1879 Robert Grant, 1815; Alt. Savior! when in dust to thee Low we bow the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany! By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power; Turn, O turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany! By the sacred grief that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold; From thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn litany! By thine hour of dire despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice; Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! By thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: O from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [496]Ash Wednesday and Lent 131. O Jesus! Lord most merciful 7.6.7.6 D [497]Need: Anon. James Hamilton, 1867 O Jesus! Lord most merciful, Low at thy cross I lie; O sinner's Friend, most pitiful, Hear my bewailing cry. I come to thee with mourning, I come to thee in woe; With contrite heart returning, And tears that overflow. O gracious Intercessor! O Priest within the veil! Plead, for a lost transgressor, The blood that cannot fail. I spread my sins before thee, I tell them one by one; O for thy Name's great glory, Forgive all I have done! O by thy cross and passion, Thy tears and agony, And crown of cruel fashion, And death on Calvary; By all that untold suffering Endured by thee alone; O Priest! O spotless Offering! Plead for me and atone! And in this heart now broken, Reenter thou and reign; And say, by that dear token, I am absolved again; And build me up, and guide me, And guard me day by day; And in thy presence hide me, And keep my soul alway. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [498]Ash Wednesday and Lent 132. O Jesus, thou art standing 7.6.7.6 D [499]St. Hilda: Justen H. Knecht, 1799; Edward Husband, 1871 W. Walsham How, 1867 O Jesus, thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er: Shame on us, Christian brothers, His Name and sign who bear; O shame, thrice shame upon us, To keep him standing there! O Jesus, thou art knocking: And lo! that hand is scarred, And thorns thy brow encircle, And tears thy face have marred: O love that passeth knowledge So patiently to wait! O sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate! O Jesus, thou art pleading In accents meek and low: "I died for you, my children, And will ye treat me so?" O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door: Dear Savior, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [500]Ash Wednesday and Lent 133. With broken heart and contrite sigh L.M. [501]Eisenach: Johann Hermann Schein, 1628; ad., harm., Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Cornelius Elven, 1852 With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pardoning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt oppressed; Christ and his cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [502]Ash Wednesday and Lent 134. Lord, who throughout these forty days C.M. [503]St. Flavian: Day's Psalter, 1562 Claudia F. Hernaman, 1873 Lord, who throughout these forty days, For us didst fast and pray, Teach us with thee to mourn our sins, And close by thee to stay. As thou with Satan didst contend, And didst the victory win, O give us strength in thee to fight, In thee to conquer sin. As thou didst hunger bear and thirst, So teach us, gracious Lord, To die to self, and chiefly live By thy most holy word. And through these days of penitence, And through thy Passion-tide, Yea, evermore, in life and death, Jesus! with us abide. Abide with us, that so, this life Of suffering overpast, An Easter of unending joy We may attain at last! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [504]Ash Wednesday and Lent 135. Jesus, and shall it ever be L.M. [505]Federal Street: Henry K. Oliver, 1832 Joseph Grigg, 1766; Alt. Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee? Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days? Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star; Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon Let morning blush to own the sun! He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No, when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his Name. Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride! I'll boast a Savior crucified; And O may this my portion be, My Savior not ashamed of me. __________________________________________________________________ [506]Ash Wednesday and Lent 136. Weary of wandering from my God Six 8's [507]St. Finbar: Henri F. Hemy, 1864; Arr. James G. Walton, 1870 Charles Wesley, 1749 Weary of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear and bow me to the rod, For thee, not without hope, I mourn: I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love. O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face: Open thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; O for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more: The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of prayer. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [508]Ash Wednesday and Lent 137. Heal me, O my Savior, heal 7.7.7 [509]Lacrymae: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 Godfrey Thring, 1866 Heal me, O my Savior, heal; Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid. Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer but thou; Suppliant, Lord, to thee I bow. Thou the true Physician art; Thou, O Christ, canst health impart, Binding up the bleeding heart. Other comforters are gone; Thou canst heal, and thou alone, Thou for all my sin atone. Heal me, then, my Savior, heal; Heal me, as I suppliant kneel; To thy mercy I appeal. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [510]Ash Wednesday and Lent 138. When wounded sore the stricken soul C.M. [511]St. Bernard: Cologne, 1741 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858 When wounded sore the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound. When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe. When penitence has wept in vain, Over some foul dark spot, One only stream, a stream of blood, Can wash away the blot. 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand that brings relief, His heart that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief. Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord; Unseal that cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin, But in thy wounded side. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [512]Ash Wednesday and Lent 139. Just as I am, without one plea 8.8.8.6 [513]St. Crispin: George J. Elvey, 1862 [514]Woodworth: William B. Bradbury, 1849 Refrain Charlotte Elliott, 1840 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind Yea, all I need, in thee to find, Just as I am: thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe, Just as I am, thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [515]Ash Wednesday and Lent 140. Sinful, sighing to be blest Four 7's [516]Clarence: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 John S. B. Monsell, 1857 Sinful, sighing to be blest; Bound, and longing to be free; Weary, waiting for my rest: God be merciful to me. Goodness I have none to plead, Sinfulness in all I see, I can only bring my need: God be merciful to me. Broken heart and downcast eyes Dare not lift themselves to thee; Yet thou canst interpret sighs: God be merciful to me. From this sinful heart of mine To thy bosom I would flee: I am not my own but thine: God be merciful to me. There is One beside the throne, And my only hope and plea Are in him, and him alone: God be merciful to me. He my cause will undertake, My interpreter will be; He's my all; and for his sake God be merciful to me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Litanies of Penitence [517]141 God the Father, God the Son [518]142, Part 1 God the Father, God the Son [519]142, Part 2 By the gracious saving call [520]142, Part 3 Teach us what thy love has borne Also the following: [521]52 O Jesus, crucified for man [522]378 Jesus, I my cross have taken [523]379 O Jesus, I have promised See also [524]Septuagesima, [525]Holy Week, [526]Sundays after Trinity, [527]Introits, and [528]Visitation. __________________________________________________________________ [529]Litanies of Penitence 141. God the Father, God the Son 7.7.7.6 [530]Lebbaeus: St. Alban's Tune Book, 1866; harm. Arthur S. Sullivan (1842-1900) Richard F. Littledale, 1875 God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, Three in One, Hear us from thy heavenly throne: Spare us, Holy Trinity. Thou who, leaving crown and throne, Camest here, an outcast lone, That thou mightest save thine own: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Thou, despised, denied, refused, And for man's transgressions bruised, Sinless, yet of sin accused: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Thou who on the cross didst reign, Dying there in bitter pain, Cleansing with thy blood our stain: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Shepherd of the straying sheep, Comforter of them that weep, Hear us crying from the deep: Hear us, Holy Jesus. That in thy pure innocence We may wash our souls' offense, And find truest penitence: We beseech thee, Jesus. That we give to sin no place, That we never quench thy grace, That we ever seek thy face: We beseech thee, Jesus. That denying evil lust, Living godly, meek, and just, In thee only we may trust: We beseech thee, Jesus. That to sin for ever dead, We may live to thee instead, And the narrow pathway tread: We beseech thee, Jesus. When shall end the battle sore, When our pilgrimage is o'er, Grant thy peace for evermore: We beseech thee, Jesus. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [531]Litanies of Penitence 142, Part 1. God the Father, God the Son 7.7.7.6 [532]Turpin's Litany: Edmund H. Turpin, 1875 PART I Thomas B. Pollock, 1871 God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, Three in One, Hear us from thy heavenly throne: Spare us, Holy Trinity. Father, hear thy children's call: Humbly at thy feet we fall, Prodigals, confessing all: We beseech thee, hear us. Christ, beneath thy cross, we blame All our life of sin and shame; Penitent we breathe thy Name: We beseech thee, hear us. Holy Spirit, grieved and tried, Oft forgotten and defied, Now we mourn our stubborn pride: We beseech thee, hear us. Love, that caused us first to be, Love, that bled upon the tree, Love, that draws us lovingly: We beseech thee, hear us. We thy call have disobeyed, Into paths of sin have strayed, And repentance have delayed: We beseech thee, hear us. Sick, we come to thee for cure, Guilty, seek thy mercy sure, Evil, long to be made pure: We beseech thee, hear us. Blind, we pray that we may see, Bound, we pray to be made free, Stained, we pray for sanctity: We beseech thee, hear us. Thou who hear'st each contrite sigh, Bidding sinful souls draw nigh, Willing not that one should die: We beseech thee, hear us. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [533]Litanies of Penitence 142, Part 2. By the gracious saving call 7.7.7.6 [534]Litany of the Passion: John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876) PART II Thomas B. Pollock, 1871 By the gracious saving call, Spoken tenderly to all Who have shared in Adam's fall: We beseech thee, hear us. By the nature Jesus wore, By the stripes and death he bore, By his life for evermore: We beseech thee, hear us. By the love that longs to bless, Pitying our sore distress, Leading us to holiness: We beseech thee, hear us. By the love so calm and strong, Patient still to suffer wrong And our day of grace prolong: We beseech thee, hear us. By the love that speaks within, Calling us to flee from sin, And the joy of goodness win: We beseech thee, hear us. By the love that bids thee spare, By the heaven thou dost prepare, By thy promises to prayer: We beseech thee, hear us. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [535]Litanies of Penitence 142, Part 3. Teach us what thy love has borne [536]Agnes: Edward Bunnett, 1877 Thomas B. Pollock, 1871 Teach us what thy love has borne, That with loving sorrow torn Truly contrite we may mourn: We beseech thee, hear us. Gifts of light and grace bestow, Help us to resist the foe, Fearing what alone is woe: We beseech thee, hear us. Let not sin within us reign, May we gladly suffer pain, If it purge away our stain: We beseech thee, hear us. May we to all evil die, Fleshly longings crucify, Fix our hearts and thoughts on high: We beseech thee, hear us. Grant us faith to know thee near, Hail thy grace, thy judgment fear, And through trial persevere: We beseech thee, hear us. Grant us hope from earth to rise, And to strain with eager eyes Towards the promised heavenly prize: We beseech thee, hear us. Grant us love, thy love to own, Love to live for thee alone, And the power of grace make known: We beseech thee, hear us. All our weak endeavours bless, As we ever onward press Till we perfect holiness: We beseech thee, hear us. Lead us daily nearer thee, Till at last thy face we see, Crowned with thine own purity: We beseech thee, hear us. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Holy Week [537]143 All glory, laud, and honor [538]144 The royal banners forward go [539]145 Ride on! ride on in majesty [540]146 See the destined day arise [541]147 In the hour of trial [542]148 Behold the Lamb of God [543]149 O Lamb of God, still keep me [544]150 Beneath the cross of Jesus [545]151 Go to dark Gethsemane [546]152 In the cross of Christ I glory [547]153 O come and mourn with me awhile [548]154 When I survey the wondrous cross [549]155 Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended [550]156 His are the thousand sparkling rills [551]157 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing [552]158 O sacred head surrounded [553]159 There is a green hill far away [554]160 We sing the praise of him who died [555]161 At the cross her station keeping [556]162 Glory be to Jesus Also the following: [557]409 When our heads are bowed with woe __________________________________________________________________ [558]Holy Week 143. All glory, laud, and honor 7.6.7.6. with refrain [559]St. Theodulph: Melchior Teschner, c. 1613 Refrain Latin; St. Theodulph, 800; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1854 All glory, laud, and honor To thee, Redeemer, King! To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's Name comest, The King and Blessed One. The company of angels Are praising thee on high; And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. The people of the Hebrews With palms before thee went: Our praise and prayers and anthems Before thee we present. To thee before thy Passion They sang their hymns of praise: To thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [560]Holy Week 144. The royal banners forward go L.M. [561]Vexilla Regis (Sarum): Sarum Plainsong, Mode I [562]Vexilla Regis (Parker): Horatio Parker Latin; Venantius Fortunatus (530-609); Tr. John Mason Neale, 1851 The royal banners forward go, The cross shines forth in mystic glow; Where he in flesh, our flesh who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. There whilst he hung, his sacred side By soldier's spear was opened wide, To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with his blood. Fulfilled is now what David told In true prophetic song of old, How God the heathen's King should be; For God is reigning from the tree. O tree of glory, tree most fair, Ordained those holy limbs to bear, How bright in purple robe it stood, The purple of a Savior's blood! Upon its arms, like balance true, He weighed the price for sinners due, The price which none but he could pay, And spoiled the spoiler of his prey. To thee, eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done: As by the cross thou dost restore, So rule and guide us evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [563]Holy Week 145. Ride on! ride on in majesty L.M. [564]St. Drostane: John B. Dykes, 1862 [565]Winchester New: Hamburg, 1690 Henry H. Milman, 1827; Alt. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry; O Savior meek, pursue thy road With palms and scattered garments strewed. Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die: O Christ, thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. Ride on! ride on in majesty! The angel armies of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father on his sapphire throne Expects his own anointed Son. Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, thy power, and reign. __________________________________________________________________ [566]Holy Week 146. See the destined day arise Four 7's [567]St. Prisca: Richard Redhead, 1853 Latin, Venantius Fortunatus (c. 530-609); Paraphrased by Richard Mant, 1837 See the destined day arise! See a willing sacrifice! Jesus, to redeem our loss, Hangs upon the shameful cross. Jesus, who but thou had borne, Lifted on that tree of scorn, Every pang and bitter throb Finishing thy life of woe? Who but thou had dared to drain, Steeped in gall, the cup of pain, And with tender body bear Thorns, and nails, and piercing spear. Thence the cleansing water flowed, Mingled from thy side with blood; Sign to all attesting eyes Of the finished sacrifice. Holy Jesus, grant us grace In that sacrifice to place All our trust for life renewed, Pardoned sin, and promised good. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [568]Holy Week 147. In the hour of trial 6.5.6.5 D [569]Penitance: Spencer Lane, 1875 James Montgomery, 1854; Alt. Frances A. Hutton and Godfrey Thring In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me; Lest by base denial I depart from thee. When thou seest me waver, With a look recall, Nor for fear or favour Suffer me to fall. With forbidden pleasures Would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures Spread to work me harm, Bring to my remembrance Sad Gethsemane, Or, in darker semblance, Cross-crowned Calvary. Should thy mercy send me Sorrow, toil, and woe, Or should pain attend me On my path below, Grant that I may never Fail thy hand to see; Grant that I may ever Cast my care on thee. When my last hour cometh, Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth To the dust again, On thy truth relying, Through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying, To eternal life. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [570]Holy Week 148. Behold the Lamb of God 6.6.6.4.8.8.4 [571]St. John: John B. Dykes, 1864 Matthew Bridges, 1848 Behold the Lamb of God! O thou for sinners slain, Let it not be in vain That thou hast died: Thee for my Savior let me take, My only refuge let me make Thy pierced side. Behold the Lamb of God! Into the sacred flood Of thy most precious blood My soul I cast: Wash me and make me clean within, And keep me pure from every sin, Till life be past. Behold the Lamb of God! All hail, incarnate Word, Thou everlasting Lord Savior most blest; Fill us with love that never faints, Grant us with all thy blessed saints, Eternal rest. Behold the Lamb of God! Worthy is he alone, That sitteth on the throne Of God above; One with the Ancient of all days, One with the Comforter in praise, All light and love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [572]Holy Week 149. O Lamb of God, still keep me 7.6.7.6 D [573]St. Christopher: Frederick C. Maker, 1889 James G. Deck, 1842 O Lamb of God, still keep me Near to thy wounded side! 'Tis only there in safety And peace I can abide. What foes and snares surround me! What lusts and fears within! The grace that sought and found me Alone can keep me clean. 'Tis only in thee hiding, I feel my life secure; Only in thee abiding, The conflict can endure: Thine arm the victory gaineth O'er every hurtful foe; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its care and woe. Soon shall my eyes behold thee, With rapture, face to face; One half hath not been told me Of all thy power and grace; Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of thy love, Shall be the endless story Of all thy saints above. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [574]Holy Week 150. Beneath the cross of Jesus 7.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 [575]Crucis Umbra: Joseph Barnby, 1890 Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1868 Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand, The shadow of a mighty rock Within a weary land; A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat, And the burden of the day. Upon the cross of Jesus Mine eyes at times can see The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me; And from my smitten heart with tears These wonders I confess: The wonders of redeeming love, And my own worthlessness. I take, O cross, thy shadow For my abiding place; I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of his face; Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss, My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross. __________________________________________________________________ [576]Holy Week 151. Go to dark Gethsemane Six 7's [577]Petra: Richard Redhead, 1853 James Montgomery, 1825 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. Follow to the judgment hall; View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished!" hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. __________________________________________________________________ [578]Holy Week 152. In the cross of Christ I glory 8.7.8.7 [579]Crucifixion: John Stainer, 1887 [580]Rathbun: Ithamar Conkey, 1851 John Bowring, 1825 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming, Adds new luster to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. __________________________________________________________________ [581]Holy Week 153. O come and mourn with me awhile L.M. [582]St. Cross: John B. Dykes, 1861 Frederick William Faber, 1849; Alt. O come and mourn with me awhile; And tarry here the cross beside; O come, together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Have we no tears to shed for him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! look how patiently he hangs; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Seven times he spake, seven words of love; And all three hours his silence cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. O love of God! O sin of man! In this dread act your strength is tried; And victory remains with love; For thou, our Lord, art crucified! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [583]Holy Week 154. When I survey the wondrous cross L.M. [584]Rockingham: Second Supplement to Psalmody in Miniature; harm. Edward Miller, 1790 Isaac Watts, 1707 When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. __________________________________________________________________ [585]Holy Week 155. Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended 11.11.11.5 [586]Herzliebster: Johann Crueger, 1640 [587]Ecce Jam Noctis: Sarum Plainsong, Mode IV German; Johann Heermann, c. 1630; Tr. Robert Bridges, 1899 Ah, holy Jesus, how hast thou offended, That man to judge thee hath in hate pretended? By foes derided, by thine own rejected, O most afflicted. Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee? Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone thee. 'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee: I crucified thee. Lo, the good Shepherd for the sheep is offered; The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered; For man's atonement, while he nothing heedeth, God intercedeth. For me, kind Jesus, was thy incarnation, Thy mortal sorrow, and thy life's oblation; Thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion, For my salvation. Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee, I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee, Think on thy pity and thy love unswerving, Not my deserving. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [588]Holy Week 156. His are the thousand sparkling rills 8.8.8.6 [589]Isleworth: Samuel Howard (1710-1782) Cecil Frances Alexander, 1875 His are the thousand sparkling rills That from a thousand fountains burst, And fill with music all the hills; And yet he saith, "I thirst." All fiery pangs on battlefields, On fever beds where sick men toss, Are in that human cry he yields To anguish on the cross. But more than pains that racked him then Was the deep longing thirst divine That thirsted for the souls of men: Dear Lord! and one was mine. O Love most patient, give me grace; Make all my soul athirst for thee; That parched dry lip, that fading face, That thirst, were all for me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [590]Holy Week 157. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 8.7.8.7 [591]Batty: Moravian Melody; pub. 1745, Thommen James Allen, 1757; adapt., Walter Shirley, 1770 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner's dying Friend. Here I kneel in wonder, viewing Mercy poured in streams of blood; Precious drops, for pardon suing, Make and plead my peace with God. Truly blessed is the station, Low before his cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Pleading in his dying eye. Here I find my hope of heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let my heart o'erflow with praise. Lord, in loving contemplation Fix my heart and eyes on thee, Till I taste thy full salvation, And thine unveiled glories see. For thy sorrows I adore thee, For the griefs that wrought our peace; Gracious Savior, I implore thee, In my heart thy love increase. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [592]Holy Week 158. O sacred head surrounded 7.6.7.6 D [593]Passion Chorale: Hans Leo Hassler, 1601; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), 1729 Latin; St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153); Tr. Henry W. Baker, 1861 O sacred head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn! O bleeding head, so wounded, Reviled and put to scorn! Death's pallid hue comes o'er thee, The glow of life decays, Yet angel hosts adore thee, And tremble as they gaze. I see thy strength and vigor, All fading in the strife, And death with cruel rigor, Bereaving thee of life; O agony and dying! O love to sinners free! Jesus, all grace supplying, O turn thy face on me. In this, thy bitter passion, Good Shepherd, think of me With thy most sweet compassion, Unworthy though I be: Beneath thy cross abiding For ever would I rest, In thy dear love confiding, And with thy presence blest. Be near when I am dying; O show thy cross to me: And to my succour flying, Come, Lord, and set me free. These eyes, new faith receiving, From thee shall never move; For he who dies believing, Dies safely in thy love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [594]Holy Week 159. There is a green hill far away C.M. [595]Horsley: William Horsley, 1844 [596]Meditation: John M. Gower, 1890 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848 There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all. We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains he had to bear, But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. O dearly, dearly has he loved! And we must love him too, And trust in his redeeming blood, And try his works to do. __________________________________________________________________ [597]Holy Week 160. We sing the praise of him who died L.M [598]Breslau: Leipzig, 1625 Thomas Kelly, 1815 We sing the praise of him who died, Of him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride: For this we count the world but loss. Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, God is love: He bears our sins upon the tree: He brings us mercy from above. The cross, it takes our guilt away; It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes its terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. __________________________________________________________________ [599]Holy Week 161. At the cross her station keeping 8.8.7.8.8.7 [600]Stabat Mater: Mayence, 1661 Latin, 12th cent.; Tr. Richard Mant 1533, and Edward Caswall, 1849; cento. At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where he hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. O how sad and sore distressed Now was she, that mother blessed Of the sole-begotten One. Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her everglorious Son. Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? For his people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till his spirit he resigned. Jesus, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardour gaining And a purer love attaining, May with thee acceptance find. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [601]Holy Week 162. Glory be to Jesus 6.5.6.5 D [602]Caswall: Freidrich Filitz, 1847 Italian; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1857; Alt. Glory be to Jesus, Who in bitter pains Poured for me the life-blood From his sacred veins! Grace and life eternal In that blood I find, Blest be his compassion Infinitely kind! Blest through endless ages Be the precious stream, Which from sin and sorrow Doth the world redeem! Abel's blood for vengeance Pleaded to the skies; But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high Angel hosts, rejoicing, Make their glad reply. Lift ye then your voices; Swell the mighty flood; Louder still and louder Praise the precious blood. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Story of the Cross [603]163 In his own raiment clad __________________________________________________________________ (Use noted parts of first tune, or use second tune throughout) [604]The Story of the Cross 163. In his own raiment clad 6.4.6.3 [605]Story of the Cross (first tune, first part): Arthur H. Brown (1830-) [606]Story of the Cross (first tune, second part): Arthur H. Brown (1830-) [607]Story of the Cross (first tune, third part): Arthur H. Brown (1830-) [608]Calvary: J. Hurst, 1890 I. THE QUESTION First part of tune II. THE ANSWER Second part of tune III. THE STORY OF THE CROSS First part of tune IV. THE APPEAL Second part of tune [1] V. THE RESPONSE Third part of tune Edward Monro, 1864 In his own raiment clad, With his blood dyed Women walk sorrowing By his side. [Heavy that cross to him, Weary the weight; One who will help him waits At the gate. See! they are traveling On the same road; Simon is sharing with Him the load.] O whither wandering Bear they that tree. He who first carries it, Who is he? Follow to Calvary; Tread where he trod, He who for ever was Son of God. [You who would love him stand, Gaze at his face: Tarry awhile on your Earthly race. As the swift moments fly Through the blest week, Read the great story the Cross will teach.] Is there no beauty to You who pass by, In that lone figure which Marks that sky? On the cross lifted Thy face we scan, Bearing that cross for us, Son of man. Thorns form thy diadem, Rough wood thy throne; For us thy blood is shed, Us alone. No pillow under thee To rest thy head; Only the splintered cross Is thy bed. [Nails pierced thy hands and feet, Thy side the spear; No voice is nigh to say Help is near. Shadows of midnight fall, Though it is day: Thy friends and kinsfolk stand Far away. Loud is thy bitter cry; Sunk on thy breast Hangeth thy bleeding head Without rest. Loud scoffs the dying thief, Who mocks at thee: Can it, my Savior, be All for me? Gazing, afar from thee, Silent and lone, Stand those few weepers thou Callest thine own. I see thy title, Lord, Inscribed above; "Jesus of Nazareth," King of Love.] What, O my Savior, Here didst thou see, Which made thee suffer and Die for me? [Child of my grief and pain, Watched by my love; I came to call thee to Realms above. I saw thee wandering Far off from me: In love I seek for thee; Do not flee. For thee my blood I shed, For thee alone; I came to purchase thee, For mine own. Weep thou not for my grief, Child of my love: Strive to be with me in Heaven above.] O I will follow thee, Star of my soul, Through the deep shades of life To the goal. Yea, let thy cross be borne Each day by me; Mind not how heavy, if But with thee. Lord, if thou only wilt, Make us thine own, Give no companion, save Thee alone. Grant through each day of life To stand by thee; With thee, when morning breaks Ever to be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1] May be taken by Bass or Tenor voice. __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ The Words on the Cross [609]164 Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do __________________________________________________________________ [610]The Words on the Cross 164. Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do 7.7.7.6 [611]Words on the Cross: William Henry Monk, 1889 [612]The Litany: William Henry Monk, 1889 Sung to "Words on the Cross" Sung to "The Litany" PART I "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." -- Lk 23:34 PART II "Today shalt thou be with me in Paradise." -- Lk 23:43 PART III "Woman, behold thy son!" "Behold thy mother!" -- Jn 19:26,27 PART IV "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" -- Mt 27:46 PART V "I thirst." -- Jn 19:28 PART VI "It is finished." -- Jn 19:30 PART VII "Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit." -- Lk 23:46 Thomas B. Pollock, 1870 "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." "Today shalt thou be with me in Paradise." "Woman, behold thy son!" "Behold thy mother!" "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" "I thirst." "It is finished." "Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit." Jesus, in thy dying woes, Even while thy life-blood flows, Craving pardon for thy foes: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Savior, for our pardon sue, When our sins thy pangs renew, For we know not what we do: Hear us, Holy Jesus. O may we, who mercy need, Be like thee in heart and deed, When with wrong our spirits bleed: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, pitying the sighs Of the thief, who near thee dies, Promising him Paradise: Hear us, Holy Jesus. May we, in our guilt and shame, Still thy love and mercy claim, Calling humbly on thy Name: Hear us, Holy Jesus. O remember us who pine, Looking from our cross to thine; Cheer our souls with hope divine: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, loving to the end Her whose heart thy sorrows rend, And thy dearest human friend: Hear us, Holy Jesus. May we in thy sorrows share, And for thee all peril dare, And enjoy thy tender care: Hear us, Holy Jesus. May we all thy loved ones be, All one holy family, Loving for the love of thee: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, whelmed in fears unknown, With our evil left alone, While no light from heaven is shown: Hear us, Holy Jesus. When we vainly seem to pray, And our hope seems far away, In the darkness be our stay: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Though no Father seem to hear, Though no light our spirits cheer, Tell our faith that God is near: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, in thy thirst and pain, While thy wounds thy life-blood drain, Thirsting more our love to gain: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Thirst for us in mercy still; All thy holy work fulfill: Satisfy thy loving will: Hear us, Holy Jesus. May we thirst thy love to know; Lead us in our sin and woe Where the healing waters flow: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, all our ransom paid, All thy Father's will obeyed, By thy sufferings perfect made: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Save us in our soul's distress, Be our help to cheer and bless, While we grow in holiness: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Brighten all our heavenward way With an ever holier ray, Till we pass to perfect day: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Jesus, all thy labour vast, All thy woe and conflict past, Yielding up thy soul at last: Hear us, Holy Jesus. When the death shades round us lower, Guard us from the tempter's power, Keep us in that trial hour: Hear us, Holy Jesus. May thy life and death supply Grace to live and grace to die, Grace to reach the home on high: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Easter Even [613]165 Resting from his work today [614]166 The grave itself a garden is [615]167 O Paradise, O Paradise Also the following: [616]16 Holy Father, cheer our way [617]409 When our heads are bowed with woe [618]410 God of the living, in whose eyes [619]462 O thou in whom thy saints repose __________________________________________________________________ [620]Easter Even 165. Resting from his work today Six 7's [621]Petra: Richard Redhead, 1853 Thomas Whytehead, 1842; cento. Resting from his work today, In the tomb the Savior lay, Still he slept, from head to feet Shrouded in the winding sheet, Lying in the rock alone, Hidden by the sealed stone. Late at even there was seen Watching long the Magdalene; Early, ere the break of day, Sorrowful she took her way To the holy garden glade, Where her buried Lord was laid. So with thee, till life shall end, I would solemn vigil spend: Let me hew thee, Lord, a shrine In this rocky heart of mine, Where in pure embalmed cell None but thou may ever dwell. Myrrh and spices will I bring, True affection's offering; Close the door from sight and sound Of the busy world around; And in patient watch remain Till my Lord appear again. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [622]Easter Even 166. The grave itself a garden is C.M. [623]Belmont: Sacred Melodies, 1812 Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 The grave itself a garden is, Where loveliest flowers abound; Since Christ, our never-fading life, Sprang from that holy ground. O give us grace to die to sin, That we, O Lord, may have A holy, happy rest in thee, A Sabbath in the grave. Thou, Lord, baptized in thine own blood, And buried in the grave, Didst raise thyself to endless life, Omnipotent to save. Baptized into thy death we died, And buried were with thee, That we might live with thee to God, And ever blest might be. Lord, through the grave and gate of death May we, with thee, arise To an eternal Easter day Of glory in the skies! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [624]Easter Even 167. O Paradise, O Paradise 8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6 [625]Paradise (Barnby): Joseph Barnby, 1866 [626]Paradise (Smart): Henry Smart, 1868 Refrain Frederick W. Faber, 1862; Alt. O Paradise, O Paradise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest; O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? O Paradise, O Paradise, We long to sin no more; We long to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; O Paradise, O Paradise, We shall not wait for long; E'en now the loving ear may catch Faint fragments of thy song; Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, O keep us in Thy love, And guide us to that happy land Of perfect rest above; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture, through and through In God's most holy sight. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Easter Day [627]168 Hail! festal day, to endless ages known [628]169 Welcome, happy morning! age to age shall say [629]170 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain [630]171 The day of resurrection [631]172 Jesus Christ is risen today [632]173 The strife is o'er, the battle done [633]174 Come, see the place where Jesus lay [634]175 Christ the Lord is risen today [635]176 Jesus lives! thy terrors now [636]177 Angels, roll the rock away [637]178 At the Lamb's high feast we sing [638]179 He is risen, he is risen [639]180 Forty days of Eastertide Also the following: [640]193 Alleluia! sing to Jesus [641]261 Awake, and sing the song [642]352 Again the morn of gladness [643]520 Alleluia! Alleluia [644]555 O sons and daughters, let us sing [645]556 Joy dawned again on Easter Day [646]557 God hath sent his angels [647]558 Easter flowers are blooming bright [648]559 On wings of living light FOR SUNDAYS AFTER EASTER: [649]212 How firm a foundation [650]251 O God of God! O Light of Light [651]259 Praise to the Holiest in the height [652]326 The King of love my Shepherd is [653]405 Peace, perfect peace [654]449 Jesus, still lead on [655]472 Triumphant Sion, lift thy head [656]515 There is a blessed home [657]521 Rejoice, the Lord is King __________________________________________________________________ [658]Easter Day 168. Hail! festal day, to endless ages known 10.10 [659]Salve! Festa Dies (Easter): J. Baden-Powell, 1878 [660]Ramaulx: B. Luard Selby, 1904 Refrain Latin; Venantius Fortunatus (c. 530-609); Tr. Theodore A. Lacey, 1884 Hail! festal day, to endless ages known, When Christ, o'er death victorious, gained his throne. Now with the Lord of new and heavenly birth, His gifts return to grace the springing earth. He reigns supreme, who died the death of shame; And all created things adore his Name. Fulfill thy promise, King of love, we pray! The third morn brightens; rise, and come away. No mouldering tomb shall hold thee in repose; No stone the ransom of the world enclose. Who holdest all things in thy hollowed hand, No rocky barrier can before thee stand. Cast off thy grave-clothes; let them there remain: Come forth to us, our All, our only gain. Creator, Fount of Life, thou knowest the grave; And thence returning, thou art strong to save. Light of the world, show us thy face once more, The day that died with thee, today restore. A countless people, from death's fetters free, Own thee Redeemer, join and follow thee. The shades of death are pierced, his laws undone, And trembling chaos flees the rising sun. Hail! festal day, to endless ages known, When Christ, o'er death victorious, gained his throne. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [661]Easter Day 169. "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say Five 11's [662]Fortunatus: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 Latin; Venantius Fortunatus (c. 530-609); Tr. John Ellerton, 1868 "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say: Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today! Lo! the Dead is living, God for evermore! Him their true Creator, all his works adore! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. Earth her joy confesses, clothing her for spring, All fresh gifts returned with her returning King: Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough, Speak his sorrow ended, hail his triumph now. Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today! Months in due succession, days of lengthening light, Hours and passing moments praise thee in their flight. Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea, Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to thee. "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all, Thou from heaven beholding human nature's fall, Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today! Thou, of life the Author, death didst undergo, Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show; Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfill thy word, 'Tis thine own third morning! rise, O buried Lord! "Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say. Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain: All that now is fallen raise to life again; Show thy face in brightness, bid the nations see; Bring again our daylight: day returns with thee! Hell today is vanquished, heaven is won today. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [663]Easter Day 170. Come, ye faithful, raise the strain 7.6.7.6.D. [664]St. Kevin: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 Greek; St. John of Damascus, 749; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1853 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain Of triumphant gladness; God hath brought his Israel Into joy from sadness; Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke Jacob's sons and daughters; Led them with unmoistened foot Through the Red Sea waters. 'Tis the spring of souls today; Christ hath burst his prison, And from three days' sleep in death As a sun hath risen; All the winter of our sins, Long and dark, is flying From his light, to whom we give Laud and praise undying. Now the queen of seasons, bright With the day of splendor, With the royal feast of feasts, Comes its joy to render; Comes to glad Jerusalem, Who with true affection Welcomes in unwearied strains Jesus' resurrection. Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold thee as a mortal: But today amidst thine own Thou didst stand, bestowing That thy peace which evermore Passeth human knowing. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [665]Easter Day 171. The day of resurrection 7.6.7.6.D [666]Rotterdam: Berthold Tours, 1875 [667]Greenland: from Johann Michael Haydn (1737-1806); arr. B. Jacob, 1819 Greek; St. John of Damascus, 749; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1853 The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The Passover of gladness, The Passover of God. From death to life eternal, From earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over With hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, That we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection-light; And, listening to his accents, May hear so calm and plain His own "All hail," and, hearing, May raise the victor strain. Now let the heavens be joyful, Let earth her song begin, The round world keep high triumph, And all that is therein; Let all things seen and unseen Their notes together blend, For Christ the Lord is risen, Our joy that hath no end. __________________________________________________________________ [668]Easter Day 172. Jesus Christ is risen today Four 7's, with alleluia [669]Worgan: Charles Wesley, Lyra Davidica, 1708; Alt. Refrain Latin; 14th cent.; Tr. Tate and Brady, 1698; St. 4, Charles Wesley Jesus Christ is risen today, Our triumphant holy day, Who did once upon the cross Suffer to redeem our loss. Hymns of praise then let us sing Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Who endured the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save. But the pains which he endured, Our salvation have procured; Now above the sky he's King, Where the angels ever sing. Sing we to our God above Praise eternal as his love; Praise him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Alleluia! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [670]Easter Day 173. The strife is o'er, the battle done 8.8.8.4 [671]Victory: from Giovanni P. da Palestrina (1515-1594); Arr. William Henry Monk, 1861 Refrain Latin; Anon.; Tr. Francis Pott, 1861; Alt. The strife is o'er, the battle done, The victory of life is won; The song of triumph has begun. The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions hath dispersed: Let shout of holy joy outburst. The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glorious from the dead: All glory to our risen Head! He closed the yawning gates of hell, The bars from heaven's high portals fell; Let hymns of praise his triumphs tell! Lord! by the stripes which wounded thee, From death's dread sting thy servants free, That we may live and sing to thee. Alleluia! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [672]Easter Day 174. Come, see the place where Jesus lay 8.8.6.8.8.6 [673]Innsbruck: Heinrich Isaak, 1539; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Thomas Kelly, 1804; Alt. Come, see the place where Jesus lay, And hear angelic watchers say, "He lives, who once was slain: Why seek the living midst the dead? Remember how the Savior said That he would rise again." O joyful sound! O glorious hour, When by his own Almighty power He rose and left the grave! Now let our songs his triumph tell, Who burst the bands of death and hell, And ever lives to save. The First-begotten of the dead, For us he rose, our glorious Head, Immortal life to bring; What though the saints like him shall die, They share their Leader's victory, And triumph with their King. No more they tremble at the grave, For Jesus will their spirits save, And raise their slumbering dust: O risen Lord, in thee we live, To thee our ransomed souls we give, To thee our bodies trust. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [674]Easter Day 175. Christ the Lord is risen today Four 7's [675]Monkland: Moravian Melody, 1704; Arr. John Bernard Wilkes, 1861 Charles Wesley, 1759; Alt. Christ the Lord is risen today, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won, Jesus' agony is o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids him rise, Christ hath opened Paradise. Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. __________________________________________________________________ [676]Easter Day 176. Jesus lives! thy terrors now 7.8.7.8.4 [677]St. Albinus: Henry J. Gauntlett, 1852 Refrain German; Christian F. Gellert, 1757; Tr. Frances E. Cox, 1841; Alt. Jesus lives! thy terrors now Can no longer, death, appall us; Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O grave, canst not enthrall us. Jesus lives! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Jesus lives! for us he died, Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Savior giving. Jesus lives! our hearts know well Naught from us his love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from his keeping ever. Jesus lives! to him the throne Over all the world is given: May we go where he has gone, Rest and reign with him in heaven. Alleluia! __________________________________________________________________ [678]Easter Day 177. Angels, roll the rock away 7.7.7.7.8.7 [679]Resurrection (Dykes): Refrain Thomas Scott, 1769; Thomas Gibbons, 1775 Angels, roll the rock away! Death, yield up the mighty Prey! See, the Savior quits the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. Shout, ye seraphs; angels, raise Your eternal song of praise; Let the earth's remotest bound Echo to the blissful sound. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Glory as of old to thee, Now and evermore, shall be. Alleluia! Alleluia! Christ the Lord is risen today. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [680]Easter Day 178. At the Lamb's high feast we sing Eight 7's [681]Salzburg (Hintze): Jakob Hintze, 1678; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Latin; Tr. Robert Campbell, 1849; Alt. At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from his pierced side; Praise we him, whose love divine Gives his sacred Blood for wine, Gives his Body for the feast, Christ the victim, Christ the priest. Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's hosts triumphant go Through the wave that drowns the foe. Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed Paschal victim, Paschal bread; With sincerity and love Eat we manna from above. Mighty victim from the sky, Hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie; Thou hast conquered in the fight, Thou hast brought us life and light: Now no more can death appall, Now no more the grave enthrall; Thou hast opened Paradise, And in thee thy saints shall rise. Easter triumph, Easter joy, Sin alone can this destroy; From sin's power do thou set free Souls new-born, O Lord, in thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to thee, With the Spirit, ever be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [682]Easter Day 179. He is risen, he is risen 8.7.8.7.7.7 [683]Neander: Joachim Neander, 1680 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1846; Alt. He is risen, he is risen, Tell it out with joyful voice: He has burst his three days' prison; Let the whole wide earth rejoice: Death is conquered, man is free, Christ has won the victory. Come, ye sad and fearful-hearted, With glad smile and radiant brow: Lent's long shadows have departed; All his woes are over now, And the passion that he bore: Sin and pain can vex no more. Come, with high and holy hymning, Chant our Lord's triumphant lay; Not one darksome cloud is dimming Yonder glorious morning ray, Breaking o'er the purple east, Symbol of our Easter feast. He is risen, he is risen; He hath opened heaven's gate: We are free from sin's dark prison, Risen to a holier state; And a brighter Easter beam On our longing eyes shall stream. __________________________________________________________________ [684]Easter Day 180. Forty days of Eastertide Four 7's [685]Newington: William D. MacLagan, 1875 Jackson Mason, 1889; Alt. Forty days of Eastertide Thou didst visit oft thine own; Now by glimpses, Lord, descried, Handled now, and proved, and known: Known, most Merciful, yet veiled; Else before the awful sight Surely heart and flesh had failed, Smitten with exceeding light. Risen Master, fain would we, Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch thy movements, mark thy ways; Catch by faith each glad surprise Of thy footsteps drawing nigh; Hear thy sudden greeting rise, "Peace be to you! It is I!" Secrets of thy kingdom learn, Read the vision open spread, Feel thy word within us burn, Know thee in the broken Bread. So thy glory's skirts beside, Gently led from grace to grace, We thy coming may abide, And adore thee face to face. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Rogation Days [686]181 Jesus, crowned with all renown [687]182 To thee our God we fly [688]183 Lord, in thy Name thy servants plead Also the following: [689]423 We plow the fields, and scatter __________________________________________________________________ [690]Rogation Days 181. Jesus, crowned with all renown C.M.D. [691]Roseate Hues: Joseph Barnby (1838-1896) Edward White Benson, 1860; Alt. Jesus, crowned with all renown, Since thou the earth hast trod, Thou reignest, and by thee come down Henceforth the gifts of God. Thine is the health and thine the wealth That in our halls abound, And thine the beauty and the joy With which the years are crowned. Lord, in their change, let frost and heat, And winds and dews be given; All fostering power, all influence sweet, Breathe from the bounteous heaven. Attemper fair with gentle air The sunshine and the rain, That kindly earth with timely birth May yield her fruits again: That we may feed the poor aright, And, gathering round thy throne, Here, in the holy angels' sight, Repay thee of thine own: That we may praise thee all our days, And with the Father's Name, And with the Holy Spirit's gifts, The Savior's love proclaim. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [692]Rogation Days 182. To thee our God we fly 6.6.6.6.8.8 [693]Christchurch: Charles Steggall, 1858 Refrain W. Walsham How, 1871 To thee our God we fly For mercy and for grace; O hear our lowly cry And hide not thou thy face. Arise, O Lord of hosts; Be jealous for thy Name, And drive from out our coasts The sins that put to shame. Thy best gifts from on high In rich abundance pour That we may magnify And praise thee more and more. The powers ordained by thee, With heavenly wisdom bless; May they thy servants be, And rule in righteousness. The Church of thy dear Son Inflame with love's pure fire, Bind her once more in one, And life and truth inspire. Give peace, Lord, in our time; O let no foe draw nigh, Nor lawless deed of crime Insult thy Majesty. O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our fatherland. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [694]Rogation Days 183. Lord, in thy Name thy servants plead C.M. [695]Westminster: James Turle, 1835 John Keble, 1856 Lord, in thy Name thy servants plead, And thou hast sworn to hear; Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with thee; And now that spring has on us smiled, We wait on thy decree. The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear, and the golden grain, All thine, are ours by prayer. Thine, too, by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That thee, in thy new heaven and earth, We never may forego. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Ascension Day [696]184 Hail! festal day! to endless ages known [697]185 Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious [698]186 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates [699]187 Our Lord is risen from the dead [700]188 The head, that once was crowned with thorns [701]189 Thou art gone up on high [702]190 Crown Him with many crowns [703]191 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus [704]192 All hail the power of Jesus' Name [705]193 Alleluia! sing to Jesus [706]194 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Also the following: [707]251 O God of God! O Light of Light [708]262 Praise the Lord through every nation [709]335 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored [710]480 Jesus shall reign [711]521 Rejoice, the Lord is King [712]522 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph [713]523 Jesus, King of glory [714]560 Golden harps are sounding __________________________________________________________________ [715]Ascension Day 184. Hail! festal day! to endless ages known 10.10. with refrain [716]Salve! Festa Dies (Ascension): J. Baden-Powell, 1901 [717]Ramaulx: B. Luard Selby, 1904 Repeat first verse as chorus. Latin; Venantius Fortunatus (c. 530-609); Tr. Theodore A. Lacey, 1884 Hail! festal day! to endless ages known, When God ascended to his starry throne. Now with the Lord of new and heav'nly birth, His gifts return to grace the springing earth. Now glows the earth with painted flowers' array, And warmer light unbars the gates of day. Now Christ, from gloomy hell, comes triumphing, And field and grove with clover and leafage spring. The reign of death o'erthrown, he mounts on high, Sent forth with joyous praise from sea and sky. Loose now the captives, loose the prison door, The fallen, from the deep, to light restore. A countless people, from death's fetters free, Own thee Redeemer, join, and follow thee. Creator and Redeemer, Christ our Light! The One begotten of the Father's might; Coequal, Coeternal, thou to whom The kingdom of the world decreed shall come; Thou, looking on our race in darkness laid, To rescue man, true Man thyself wast made. __________________________________________________________________ [718]Ascension Day 185. Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious 8.7.8.7.4.7 [719]Coronae: William Henry Monk, 1871 [720]Victor's Crown: Horatio Parker, 1893 Thomas Kelly, 1809 Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious; See the "Man of sorrows" now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow; Crown Him! Crown Him! Crowns become the Victor's brow. Crown the Savior, angels crown Him; Rich the trophies Jesus brings; On the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings; Crown Him! Crown Him! Crown the Savior King of kings. Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus Messiah's claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own his title, praise his Name: Crown Him! Crown Him! Spread abroad the Victor's fame! Hark! those bursts of acclamation! Hark! those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; O what joy the sight affords! Crown Him! Crown Him! King of kings, and Lord of lords. __________________________________________________________________ [721]Ascension Day 186. Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates L.M. [722]Wareham: William Knapp, 1738 German; George Weissel, 1642; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates! Behold the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near; The Savior of the world is here. The Lord is just, a helper tried; Mercy is ever at his side; His kingly crown is holiness; His scepter, pity in distress. O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King of triumph comes! Fling wide the portals of your heart! Make it a temple, set apart From earthly use for heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer and love and joy. Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to thee: here, Lord abide! Let me thy inner presence feel: Thy grace and love in me reveal. So come, my Sovereign! enter in! Let new and nobler life begin! Thy Holy Spirit, guide us on, Until the glorious crown be won! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [723]Ascension Day 187. Our Lord is risen from the dead L.M. [724]Truro: Thomas Williams, Psalmodia Evangelica, 1789 John Wesley and Charles Wesley, 1743 Our Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way. Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in. Who is the King of glory, Who? The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way. Who is the King of glory, Who? The Lord, of boundless power possessed, The King of saints and angels too, God, over all, for ever blest. __________________________________________________________________ [725]Ascension Day 188. The head, that once was crowned with thorns C.M. [726]St. Magnus: Jeremiah Clark, 1709 Thomas Kelly, 1820 The head, that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow. The highest place that heaven affords Is His, is His by right, The King of kings, and Lord of lords, And heaven's eternal Light. The joy of all who dwell above; The joy of all below, To whom He manifests His love And grants His Name to know. To them the cross with all its shame, With all its grace is given; Their name, an everlasting name, Their joy, the joy of heaven. They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above, Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him: His people's hope, His people's wealth, Their everlasting theme. __________________________________________________________________ [727]Ascension Day 189. Thou art gone up on high S.M.D. [728]Old Twenty-Fifth: John Day, Psalter, 1562 Emma Toke, 1851 Thou art gone up on high To mansions in the skies; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise: But we are lingering here, With sin and care oppressed; Lord, send thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest. Thou art gone up on high; But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter agony, To pass unto Thy crown; And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be; But only let that path of tears Lead us at last to thee. Thou art gone up on high; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. Lord, by Thy saving power, So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour, At Thy right hand on high. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [729]Ascension Day 190. Crown Him with many crowns S.M.D. [730]Diademata: George J. Elvey, 1868 Matthew Bridges, 1851; cento. Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own: Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity. Crown Him the Son of God Before the worlds began, And ye, who tread where He hath trod, Crown him the Son of Man; Who every grief hath known That wrings the human breast, And takes and bears them for His own, That all in him may rest. Crown Him the Lord of Life, Who triumphed o'er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife For those He came to save; His glories now we sing Who died, and rose on high, Who died, eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die. Crown Him of lords the Lord, Who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, the Incarnate Word, For ransomed sinners slain, Now lives in realms of light, Where saints with angels sing Their songs before Him day and night, Their God, Redeemer, King. Crown Him the Lord of heaven, Enthroned in worlds above; Crown Him the King, to Whom is given The wondrous name of Love. Crown Him with many crowns, As thrones before him fall, Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, For he is King of all. __________________________________________________________________ [731]Ascension Day 191. Hail, Thou once despised Jesus 8.7.8.7 D. [732]Supplication: William Henry Monk (1823-1889) [733]In Babilone: Ancient Dutch Melody; harm. T. Tertius Noble, 1918 John Bakewell, 1757; Martin Madan, 1760; Augustus M. Toplady, 1776 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus! Hail, thou Galilean King! Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, Thou agonizing Savior, Bearer of our sin and shame! By Thy merit we find favor: Life is given through Thy Name. Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on Thee were laid: By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All Thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood: Opened is the gate of heaven, Peace is made 'twixt man and God. Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide; All the heavenly hosts adore Thee, Seated at thy Father's side. There for sinners Thou art pleading: There Thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. Worship, honor, power, and blessing Thou art worthy to receive: Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits! Bring your sweetest, noblest lays! Help to sing our Savior's merits! Help to chant Emmanuel's praise! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [734]Ascension Day 192. All hail the power of Jesus' Name C.M. [735]Coronation: Oliver Holden, 1793 [736]Miles' Lane: William Shrubsole, 1779 Edward Perronet, 1779; Alt. All hail the power of Jesus' Name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all! Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call: Extol the Stem-of-Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all! Hail Him, the Heir of David's line, Whom David, Lord did call The God incarnate! Man divine! And crown Him Lord of all! Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all! Let every kindred, every tribe, Before Him prostrate fall! To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all! __________________________________________________________________ [737]Ascension Day 193. Alleluia! sing to Jesus 8.7.8.7 D [738]Alleluia: Samuel Sebastian Wesley, 1868 William C. Dix, 1866 Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne; Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone: Hark! the songs of peaceful Sion Thunder like a mighty flood; Jesus out of every nation Hath redeemed us by His blood. Alleluia! not as orphans Are we left in sorrow now; Alleluia! He is near us, Faith believes, nor questions how: Though the cloud from sight received Him, When the forty days were o'er: Shall our hearts forget His promise, "I am with you evermore"? Alleluia! Bread of Heaven, Thou on earth our Food, our Stay! Alleluia! here the sinful Flee to thee from day to day: Intercessor, Friend of sinners, Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, Where the songs of all the sinless Sweep across the crystal sea. Alleluia! King eternal, Thee the Lord of lords we own: Alleluia! born of Mary, Earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne: Thou within the veil hast entered, Robed in flesh, our great High Priest: Thou on earth both Priest and Victim In the Eucharistic feast. Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne; Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone; Hark! the songs of holy Sion Thunder like a mighty flood; Jesus out of every nation Hath redeemed us by his blood. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [739]Ascension Day 194. Majestic sweetness sits enthroned C.M. [740]Horsley: William Horsley, 1844 Samuel Stennett, 1787 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. No mortal can with Him compare, Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair That fill the heavenly train. He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief; For me He bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. To Him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave. To heaven, the place of His abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. Since from His bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be Thine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Whitsunday [741]195 Hail! festal day! through every age divine [742]196 Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come [743]197 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love [744]198 Creator Spirit, by whose aid [745]199 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed [746]200 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove [747]201 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove [748]202 Spirit divine, attend our prayers Also the following: [749]121 Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost [750]373 Holy Spirit, Truth divine [751]375 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest [752]380 Breathe on me, Breath of God [753]452 Revive thy work [754]455 Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire [755]475 O Spirit of the living God [756]524 Hear us, thou that broodedst [757]561 Joy because the circling year __________________________________________________________________ [758]Whitsunday 195. Hail! festal day! through every age divine 10.10 with refrain [759]Salve! Festa Dies (Whitsunday): J. Baden-Powell, 1882 [760]Ramaulx: B. Luard Selby, 1904 Sung by Solo Voices in unison, then repeated by Choir in harmony and congregation (Easter only.) (Ascension only.) Latin; Venantius Fortunatus (c. 530-609); York Processional, 14th cent.; Tr. Theodore A. Lacey, 1884 Hail! festal day! through every age divine, When God's fair grace from heaven to earth did shine. Hail! festal day! to endless ages known, When Christ, o'er death victorious, gained His throne. Hail! festal day! to endless ages known, When God ascended to his starry throne. Lo! God the Spirit to the Apostles' hearts This day in form of fire Himself imparts. Forth from the Father, bearing mystic powers, On human hearts new strength He richly showers. Now cease they not, to all on earth that dwell, God's wondrous works in divers tongues to tell. Hail, Breath of Life! Hail, Holy Fount of Light! Lifegiver! Fire of radiance ever bright! Thou Good all good containing, Peace divine! Fill with thy sweetness all these hearts of Thine. Who fillest all things, earth and sky and sea, Cleanse thou, and guard us; bid us live to Thee. Some foretaste grant us of Thy secret things, The overshadowing of cherub wings. To love divine our lips and hearts inspire, By flying seraph touched with altar fire. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [761]Whitsunday 196. Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come Six 7's [762]Veni Sancte Spiritus (Plainsong): Plainsong, Mode I, 11th Cent. [763]Veni Sancte Spiritus (Webbe): Samuel Webbe, 1782 Latin; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; alt. and abr., 1859 Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come! And from Thy celestial home Shed a ray of light divine! Come, Thou Father of the poor! Come, Thou Source of all our store! Come, within our bosoms shine! Thou, of comforters the best; Thou, the soul's most welcome Guest; Sweet refreshment here below; In our labor, rest most sweet; Grateful coolness in the heat; Solace in the midst of woe. O most blessed Light divine, Shine within these hearts of Thine, And our inmost being fill! Where thou art not, man hath naught, Nothing good in deed or thought, Nothing free from taint of ill. Heal our wounds, our strength renew; On our dryness pour Thy dew; Wash the stains of guilt away: Bend the stubborn heart and will; Melt the frozen, warm the chill; Guide the steps that go astray. On the faithful, who adore And confess Thee, evermore In Thy sevenfold gifts descend; Give them virtue's sure reward; Give them Thy salvation, Lord; Give them joys that never end. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [764]Whitsunday 197. Spirit of mercy, truth, and love L.M. [765]Melcombe: Samuel Webbe, 1782 [766]Maryton: H. Percy Smith, 1874 Anonymous, 1774 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love, O shed Thine influence from above; And still from age to age convey The wonders of this sacred day. In every clime, by every tongue, Be God's surpassing glory sung: Let all the listening earth be taught The deeds our great Redeemer wrought. Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide, Still o'er Thy holy Church preside; Still let mankind Thy blessings prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [767]Whitsunday 198. Creator Spirit, by whose aid Six 8's [768]Beati: John Stainer, 1873 [769]Attwood: Thomas Attwood, 1831 John Dryden, 1693 Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit every humble mind; Come, pour Thy joys on human kind; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make Thy temples worthy thee. O Source of untreated light, The Father's promised Paraclete! Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous of grace, come from on high, Rich in Thy sevenfold energy; Make us eternal truth receive, And practice all that we believe; Give us Thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by Thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [770]Whitsunday 199. Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 8.6.8.4 [771]St. Cuthbert: John Bacchus Dykes, 1861 Harriet Auber, 1829 Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest, While He can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness Are His alone. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see; O make our hearts thy dwelling-place, And worthier thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [772]Whitsunday 200. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove C.M. [773]St. Agnes (Dykes): John Bacchus Dykes, 1866 Isaac Watts, 1707; Alt. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. See how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys: Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys. In vain we tune our lifeless songs, In vain we strive to rise: Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, And that shall kindle ours. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [774]Whitsunday 201. Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove L.M. [775]Mendon: German traditional; Arr. Samuel Dyer, 1828 Simon Browne, 1720; Alt. Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide; O'er every thought and step preside. The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from thee may ne'er depart. Lead us to Christ, the living Way, Nor let us from his precepts stray; Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God. Lead us to heaven, that we may share Fullness of joy for ever there; Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with him for ever blest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [776]Whitsunday 202. Spirit divine, attend our prayers C.M. [777]Nox Praecissit: J. Baptiste Calkin, 1873 Andrew Reed, 1829 Spirit divine, attend our prayers, And make this house thy home; Descend with all thy gracious powers, O come, great Spirit, come! Come as the light; to us reveal Our emptiness and woe, And lead us in those paths of life Whereon the righteous go. Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's Name. Come as the dove, and spread thy wings, The wings of peaceful love; And let thy Church on earth become Blest as the Church above. Spirit divine, attend our prayers; Make a lost world thy home; Descend with all thy gracious powers; O come, great Spirit, come! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Litanies of the Holy Ghost [778]203 Come to our poor nature's night [779]204 Spirit blest, who art adored __________________________________________________________________ [780]Litanies of the Holy Ghost 203. Come to our poor nature's night 7.7.7.5 [781]Capetown: Friedrich Filitz, 1847 George Rawson, 1853 Come to our poor nature's night With thy blessed inward light, Holy Ghost the Infinite, Comforter divine. We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord; Sick and faint, thy strength afford; Lost, until by thee restored, Comforter divine. Orphan are our souls and poor; Give us from thy heavenly store Faith, love, joy for evermore, Comforter divine. Like the dew thy peace distill; Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter divine. With us, for us, intercede, And with voiceless groanings plead Our unutterable need, Comforter divine. In us, "Abba, Father," cry; Earnest of the bliss on high, Seal of immortality, Comforter divine. Search for us the depths of God; Upwards, by the starry road, Bear us to thy high abode, Comforter divine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [782]Litanies of the Holy Ghost 204. Spirit blest, who art adored 7.7.7.6 [783]Evelyn: , 1874 Richard F. Littledale, 1867 Spirit blest, who art adored With the Father and the Word, One eternal God and Lord; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, Dew descending from above, Breath of life, and fire of love; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Thou by whom the Virgin bore Him whom heaven and earth adore, Sent our nature to restore; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Thou whom Jesus, from his throne, Gave to cheer and help his own, That they might not be alone; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Thou whose sound apostles heard, Thou whose power their spirit stirred, Giving them thy living Word; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Thou whose grace the Church doth fill, Showing her God's perfect will, Making Jesus present still; Hear us, Holy Spirit. All thy sevenfold gifts bestow, Gifts of wisdom God to know, Gifts of strength to meet the foe; Hear us, Holy Spirit. All our evil passions kill, Bend aright our stubborn will; Though we grieve thee, patient still; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Come to raise us when we fall, And when snares our souls enthrall, Lead us back with gentle call; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Come to strengthen all the weak, Give thy courage to the meek, Teach our faltering tongues to speak; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Come to aid the souls who yearn More of truth divine to learn, And with deeper love to burn; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Keep us in the narrow way, Warn us when we go astray, Plead within us when we pray; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Holy, loving, as thou art, Come, and live within our heart; Nevermore from us depart; Hear us, Holy Spirit. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Trinity Sunday [784]205 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty [785]206 Father of all, whose love profound [786]207 Round the Lord in glory seated [787]208 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord [788]209 Come, thou almighty King [789]210 Holy Father, great Creator Also the following: [790]11 O Trinity of blessed light [791]16 Holy Father, cheer our way [792]38 Three in One, and One in Three [793]47 On this day, the first of days [794]104 Thou, whose almighty word [795]247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us [796]519 Ancient of Days [797]525 I bind unto myself today __________________________________________________________________ [798]Trinity Sunday 205. Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty 11.12.12.10 [799]Nicaea: John Bacchus Dykes, 1861 Reginald Heber; Published after his death, 1827 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee: Holy, Holy, Holy! merciful and mighty! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity. Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, Holy, Holy! merciful and mighty! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [800]Trinity Sunday 206. Father of all, whose love profound L.M. [801]Rivaulx: John Bacchus Dykes, 1866 Edward Cooper, 1805 Father of all, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pard'ning love extend. Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend. Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quickening power extend. Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son! Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [802]Trinity Sunday 207. Round the Lord in glory seated 8.7.8.7.D. [803]Moultrie: Gerard Francis Cobb (1838-1904) [804]Sanctuary: John Bacchus Dykes, 1871 Richard Mant, 1837; Alt. Round the Lord in glory seated Cherubim and seraphim Filled his temple, and repeated Each to each th'alternate hymn: "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with thy fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord." Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, Holy, Holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord Most High." With his seraph train before him, With his holy Church below, Thus unite we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthem flow: "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with thy fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord." Thus thy glorious Name confessing, With thine angel hosts we cry, "Holy, Holy, Holy," blessing Thee, the Lord of hosts Most High. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [805]Trinity Sunday 208. Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Six 7's [806]St. Athanasius: Edward J. Hopkins, 1872 Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of hosts, eternal King, By the heavens and earth adored; Angels and archangels sing, Chanting everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Since by thee were all things made, And in thee do all things live, Be to thee all honour paid, Praise to thee let all things give, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Thousands, tens of thousands stand, Spirits blest before thy throne, Speeding thence at thy command; And when thy command is done, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Cherubim and seraphim Veil their faces with their wings; Eyes of angels are too dim To behold the King of kings, While they sing eternally To the blessed Trinity. Thee, apostles, prophets, thee, Thee, the noble martyr band, Praise with solemn jubilee, Thee, the Church in every land; Singing everlastingly, To the blessed Trinity. Alleluia! Lord, to thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Three in One, and One in Three, Join we with the heavenly host, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [807]Trinity Sunday 209. Come, thou almighty King 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 [808]Moscow: Felice de Giardini, 1769 Anonymous, c. 1757; Alt. Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy Name to sing, Help us to praise! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of days! Come, thou Incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend! Come, and thy people bless; Come, give thy word success; 'Stablish thy righteousness, Savior and Friend! Come, Holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour! Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power! To thee, great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence evermore; Thy sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [809]Trinity Sunday 210. Holy Father, great Creator 8.7.8.7.4.7 [810]Regent Square: Henry Smart, 1866 Alexander V. Griswold, 1835 Holy Father, great Creator, Source of mercy, love, and peace, Look upon the Mediator, Clothe us with his righteousness; Heavenly Father, Through the Savior hear and bless. Holy Jesus, Lord of glory, Whom angelic hosts proclaim, While we hear thy wondrous story, Meet and worship in thy Name, Dear Redeemer, In our hearts thy peace proclaim. Holy Spirit, Sanctifier, Come with unction from above, Raise our hearts to raptures higher, Fill them with the Savior's love! Source of comfort, Cheer us with the Savior's love. God the Lord, through every nation Let thy wondrous mercies shine! In the song of thy salvation Every tongue and race combine! Great Jehovah, Form our hearts and make them thine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ SUNDAYS AFTER TRINITY Faith [811]211 My faith looks up to thee [812]212 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord [813]213 A mighty Fortress is our God [814]214 God is our stronghold and our stay [815]215 Jesus, my strength, my hope [816]216 God moves in a mysterious way [817]217 Rock of ages, cleft for me [818]218 Jesus, I live to Thee [819]219 Christ, of all my hopes the ground [820]220 My heart is resting, O my God [821]221 My God, how wonderful Thou art [822]222 Nearer, my God, to Thee [823]223 Jesus, Lover of my soul [824]224 In heavenly love abiding [825]225 My spirit on Thy care Also the following: [826]270 We walk by faith, and not by sight __________________________________________________________________ [827]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 211. My faith looks up to thee 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 [828]Olivet: Lowell Mason, 1833 Ray Palmer, 1830 My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine! Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O let me from this day Be wholly thine. May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, O may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire. While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide; Bid darkness turn to day; Wipe sorrow's tears away; Nor let me ever stray From thee aside! When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll; Blest Savior, then in love, Fear and distrust remove; O bear me safe above, A ransomed soul! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [829]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 212. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord Four 11's [830]Adeste Fideles: John Francis Wade, Cantus Diversi, 1751 [831]Foundation (Parker): Horatio Parker, 1903 "K" in Rippon's "Selections," 1787 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed! I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell shall endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake. __________________________________________________________________ [832]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 213. A mighty Fortress is our God P.M. [833]Ein Feste Burg: Martin Luther, 1529 German; Martin Luther, 1529; Tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1852 A mighty Fortress is our God, A Bulwark never failing; Our Helper he amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing: For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing; Were not the right man on our side, The man of God's own choosing: Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is he; Lord Sabaoth his Name, From age to age the same, And he must win the battle. And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us; We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us: The prince of darkness grim, We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, For lo! his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him. That word above all earthly powers, No thanks to them, abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through him who with us sideth: Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also; The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is for ever. __________________________________________________________________ [834]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 214. God is our stronghold and our stay P.M. [835]Ein Feste Burg: Martin Luther, 1529 Psalm 46 Version by Elizabeth Wordsworth, 1903 God is our stronghold and our stay, Our hope in tribulation; What though the mountains rock and sway To earth's long-hid foundation? What though the ocean roar, Fast gaining on the shore, The hurtling storm rage loud Beneath the thunder cloud? Our hearts are all untroubled. The might of water sinks to rest; How calm yon river glideth, God's city mirrored on its breast, The house where he abideth! Hushed be all strife and din! His presence dwells within, She standeth unremoved, By God himself beloved, Who helpeth her right early. In vain the heathen shout for war, In vain our foes assemble; The voice of God is heard from far, And earth itself shall tremble. He breaks the spear and bow, He lays the warrior low, The chariot burns with flame; Our trust is in his Name, And Jacob's God our refuge! Be still, the Lord is God alone, Let all the world adore him, And bending low before his throne, For pitying grace implore him. His kingdom is within, O'er hearts made pure from sin, Where love that casts out fear Exults to feel him near, The Lord of hosts our refuge. __________________________________________________________________ [836]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 215. Jesus, my strength, my hope S.M.D. [837]Oblations: John Stainer (1840-1901) Charles Wesley, 1742 Jesus, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care; With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. Give me a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great Name; A jealous, just concern For Thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify Thy grace. I rest upon Thy word; The promise is for me; My succour and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee: But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [838]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 216. God moves in a mysterious way C.M. [839]London New: Scottish Psalter, 1635 [840]St. Anne: William Croft, 1708 William Cowper, 1774 God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform: He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines, With never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. __________________________________________________________________ [841]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 217. Rock of ages, cleft for me six 7's [842]Petra: Richard Redhead, 1853 [843]Toplady: Thomas Hastings, 1830 Augustus M. Toplady, 1776; alt., Thomas Cotterill, 1819 Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood From Thy side, a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath, and make me pure. Should my tears for ever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and Thou alone; In my hand no price I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [844]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 218. Jesus, I live to Thee S.M. [845]St. Andrew: Joseph Barnby, 1866 Henry Harbaugh, 1850 Jesus, I live to Thee, The loveliest and best; My life in Thee, Thy life in me, In Thy blest love I rest. Jesus, I die to Thee, Whenever death shall come; To die in Thee is life to me, In my eternal home. Whether to live or die, I know not which is best; To live in Thee is bliss to me, To die is endless rest. Living or dying, Lord, I ask but to be Thine; My life in Thee, Thy life in me, Makes heaven for ever mine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [846]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 219. Christ, of all my hopes the ground Four 7's [847]Gibbons: Orlando Gibbons, 1623 Ralph Wardlaw, 1817 Christ, of all my hopes the ground, Christ the spring of all my joy, Still in Thee may I be found, Still for Thee my powers employ. Let Thy love my heart inflame; Keep Thy fear before my sight; Be Thy praise my highest aim; Be Thy smile my chief delight. Fountain of o'erflowing grace, Freely from Thy fullness give; Till I close my earthly race, May I prove it "Christ to live." Firmly trusting in Thy blood, Nothing shall my heart confound; Safely I shall pass the flood, Safely reach Emmanuel's ground. Thus, O thus, an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky; Having known it "Christ to live," Let me know it "gain to die." Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [848]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 220. My heart is resting, O my God C.M. [849]St. Nathaniel: Arthur S. Sullivan (1842-1900) Anna L. Waring, 1849 My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made, No hand but Thine shall fill; The waters of the earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here all day they rise; I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. And a new song is in my mouth, To long-loved music set; Glory to Thee for all the grace I have not tasted yet. I have a heritage of joy, That yet I must not see; The hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for today, That to be poor is best; A prayer, reposing on his truth, Who hath made all things mine, That draws my captive will to him, And makes it one with thine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [850]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 221. My God, how wonderful Thou art C.M. [851]Windsor: Christopher Tye, 1553 Frederick W. Faber, 1849 My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful Thy mercy-seat, In depths of burning light! How dread are Thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord; By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored! How wonderful, how beautiful, The sight of Thee must be, Thine endless wisdom, boundless power And awful purity! O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears! Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art, For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [852]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 222. Nearer, my God, to Thee 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4 [853]Bethany: Lowell Mason, 1856 [854]St. Edmund: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 Sarah F. Adams, 1841 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee, E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song would be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [855]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 223. Jesus, Lover of my soul Eight 7's [856]Hollingside: John Bacchus Dykes, 1861 [857]Martyn: Simeon B. Marsh, 1834 Charles Wesley, 1740; abbr. Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last. Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on Thee is stayed; All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cleanse from every sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [858]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 224. In heavenly love abiding 7.6.7.6.D. [859]Bentley: John P. Hullah, 1866 Anna L. Waring, 1850 In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid; But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me, No want shall turn me back; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim; He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where the dark clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, The path to life is free; My Savior has my treasure, And He will walk with me. __________________________________________________________________ [860]Sundays After Trinity: Faith 225. My spirit on Thy care S.M. [861]Emmaus: [862]St. Michael: Louis Bourgeois, 1551; Arr. William Crotch, 1836 Psalm 31 Henry F. Lyte, 1834 My spirit on Thy care, Blest Savior, I recline; Thou wilt not leave me to despair, For Thou art love divine. In Thee I place my trust, On Thee I calmly rest; I know Thee good, I know Thee just, And count thy choice the best. Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform: Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me; Secure in having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Divine Love [863]226 Love divine, all loves excelling [864]227 Thou hidden love of God, whose height [865]228 Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all [866]229 Jesus, thy boundless love to me [867]230 Come, O thou Traveler unknown [868]231 Love of Jesus, all divine [869]232 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds [870]233 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee [871]234 My God, I love thee: not because [872]235 O Love that casts out fear [873]236 O Love that wilt not let me go __________________________________________________________________ [874]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 226. Love divine, all loves excelling 8.7.8.7 D. [875]Love Divine (Le Jeune): George F. C. Le Jeune (1841-1904) [876]St. Joseph: Edward J. Hopkins (1818-1901) Charles Wesley, 1747 Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. Come, almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive; Suddenly return, and never, Nevermore thy temples leave. Thee we would be alway blessing; Serve thee as thy hosts above; Pray, and praise thee without ceasing; Glory in thy perfect love. Finish then thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be: Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place: Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [877]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 227. Thou hidden love of God, whose height Six 8's [878]St. Finbar: Henri F. Hemy, 1864; Arr. James G. Walton, 1870 [879]St. Chrysostom: Joseph Barnby, 1871 Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729; Tr. John Wesley, 1738; Alt. Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows: I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose: My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee. Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there. Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in thee. O hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me, may live! My base affections crucify, Nor let one favourite sin survive; In all things nothing may I see, Nothing desire, or seek, but thee. Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits thy call! Speak to my inmost soul, and say I am thy love, thy God, thy all! To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [880]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 228. Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all Six 8's [881]St. Chrysostom: Joseph Barnby, 1871 Henry Collins, 1854; Alt. Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all, Hear me, blest Savior, when I call; Hear me, and from thy dwelling-place Pour down the riches of thy grace. Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore; O make me love thee more and more! Jesus, too late I thee have sought; How can I love thee as I ought? And how extol thy matchless fame, The glorious beauty of thy Name? Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore; O make me love thee more and more! Jesus, what didst thou find in me That thou hast dealt so lovingly? How great the joy that thou hast brought! O far exceeding hope or thought! Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore; O make me love thee more and more! Jesus, of thee shall be my song; To thee my heart and soul belong: All that I am or have is thine; And thou, my Savior, thou art mine. Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore; O make me love thee more and more! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [882]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 229. Jesus, thy boundless love to me Six 8's [883]Winkworth: Joseph Barnby, 1869 [884]David's Harp: Robert King, c. 1722 German; Paulus Gerhardt, 1653; Tr. John Wesley, 1739; Alt. Jesus, thy boundless love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to thee, And reign without a rival there! Thine wholly, thine alone, I am; Be thou alone my constant flame. O grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but thy pure love alone! O may thy love possess me whole, My joy, my treasure, and my crown! Strange flames far from my heart remove; May every act, word, thought be love! O love, how cheering is thy ray! All pain before thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow melt away, Where'er thy healing beams arise. O Jesus, nothing may I see, Nothing desire or seek, but thee! Still let thy love point out my way! What wondrous things thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know that love is near. O In suffering, be thy love my peace; In weakness, be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that dark, final hour Of death, be thou my Guide and Friend, That I may love thee without end. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [885]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 230. Come, O thou Traveler unknown Six 8's [886]David's Harp: Robert King, c. 1722 [887]Winkworth: Joseph Barnby, 1869 Charles Wesley, 1742 Come, O thou Traveler unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. I need not tell thee who I am, My misery or sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name; Look on thy hands and read it there! But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy Name, and tell me now. Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessing speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer! Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy Name is Love. 'Tis Love! 'Tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear thy whisper in my heart. The morning breaks, the shadows flee; Pure, universal Love thou art: To me, to all, thy mercies move; Thy nature and thy Name is Love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [888]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 231. Love of Jesus, all divine Eight 7's [889]Edmund: John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876) Francis Bottome, 1872 Love of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine: Ceaseless struggling after life, Weary with the endless strife. Savior, Jesus, lend thine aid, Lift thou up my fainting head; Lead me to my long-sought rest, Pillowed on thy loving breast. Thou alone my trust shalt be, Thou alone canst comfort me; Only, Jesus, let thy grace Be my shield and hiding-place; Let me know thy saving power In temptation's fiercest hour: Then, my Savior, at thy side Let me evermore abide. Thou hast wrought this fond desire, Kindled here this sacred fire, Weaned my heart from all below, Thee and thee alone to know. Thou who hast inspired the cry, Thou alone canst satisfy: Love of Jesus, all divine, Fill this longing heart of mine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [890]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 232. How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds C.M. [891]St. Peter: Alexander R. Reinagle, 1836 John Newton, 1774 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes our sorrows, heals our wounds, And drives away our fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place, My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy Name Refresh my soul in death. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [892]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 233. Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee 8.7.8.7.D. [893]St. Chad: Richard Redhead (1820-1901) Francis Scott Key, 1819 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows, For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows; Help, O God, my weak endeavour This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the blood-stained cross appear. Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before thy footstool kneeling, Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [894]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 234. My God, I love thee: not because C.M. [895]St. Bernard: Cologne, 1741 Latin; Ascribed to Francis Xavier; Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; Alt. My God, I love thee: not because I hope for heaven thereby; Nor yet because if I love not I must for ever die. But, O my Jesus, thou didst me Upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace, And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony, E'en death itself; and all for me Who was thine enemy. Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love thee well? Not for the hope of winning heaven, Nor of escaping hell; Not with the hope of gaining aught; Not seeking a reward: But as thyself hast loved me, O everloving Lord! E'en so I love thee, and will love, And in thy praise will sing; Solely because thou art my God, And my eternal King. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [896]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 235. O Love that casts out fear Four 6's [897]Moseley: Henry Smart, 1881 [898]St. Denys: Frank Spinney (1850-1888) Horatius Bonar, 1861 O Love that casts out fear, O Love that casts out sin, Tarry no more without, But come and dwell within! True sunlight of the soul, Surround us as we go; So shall our way be safe, Our feet no straying know. Great love of God, come in! Wellspring of heavenly peace; Thou Living Water, come! Spring up, and never cease. Love of the living God, Of Father and of Son; Love of the Holy Ghost, Fill thou each needy one. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [899]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love 236. O Love that wilt not let me go 8.8.8.8.6 [900]Mallett: Walter Henry Hall, 1918 George Matheson, 1882 O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in thee; I give thee back the life I owe, That in thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's blaze its day May brighter, fairer be. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from thee; I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Divine Mercy [901]237 When all thy mercies, O my God [902]238 Thy life was given for me [903]239 I could not do without Thee [904]240 There's a wideness in God's mercy [905]241 Eternal Light! Eternal Light [906]242 I heard the voice of Jesus say [907]243 Savior, source of every blessing __________________________________________________________________ [908]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 237. When all thy mercies, O my God C.M. [909]Tallis' Ordinal: Thomas Tallis, 1567 Joseph Addison, 1712; Abbr. When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short To utter all thy praise! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [910]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 238. Thy life was given for me Six 6's [911]Thy Life: George A. Macfarren, 1875 Frances R. Havergal, 1858 Thy life was given for me, Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; Thy life was given for me: What have I given for thee? Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know. Long years were spent for me: Have I spent one for thee? Thy Father's home of light Thy rainbow-circled throne, Were left for earthly night, For wanderings sad and lone. Yea, all was left for me: Have I left aught for thee? And thou hast brought to me, Down from thy home above, Salvation full and free, Thy pardon and thy love. Great gifts thou broughtest me: What have I brought to thee? O let my life be given, My years for thee be spent; World fetters all be riven, And joy with suffering blent; Thou gavest thyself for me: I give myself to thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [912]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 239. I could not do without Thee 7.6.7.6 D. [913]Magdalena: John Stainer, 1868 Frances R. Havergal, 1873 I could not do without Thee, O Savior of the lost, Whose precious blood redeemed me At such tremendous cost; Thy righteousness, thy pardon, Thy precious blood, must be My only hope and comfort, My glory and my plea. I could not do without thee, I cannot stand alone, I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own; But thou, beloved Savior, Art all in all to me, And weakness will be power If leaning hard on thee. I could not do without thee, For O the way is long, And I am often weary, And sigh replaces song: How could I do without thee? I do not know the way; Thou knowest, and thou leadest, And wilt not let me stray. I could not do without thee, O Jesus, Savior dear; E'en when my eyes are holden, I know that thou art near. How dreary and how lonely This changeful life would be, Without the sweet communion, The secret rest with thee! I could not do without thee; No other friend can read The spirit's strange deep longings, Interpreting its need; No human heart could enter Each dim recess of mine, And soothe, and hush, and calm it, O blessed Lord, but thine. I could not do without thee, For years are fleeting fast, And soon in solemn loneness The river must be passed; But thou wilt never leave me, And though the waves roll high, I know thou wilt be near me, And whisper, "It is I." Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [914]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 240. There's a wideness in God's mercy 8.7.8.7 D. [915]Beecher: John Zundel, 1870 Frederick W. Faber, 1862; cento. There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea; There's a kindness in his justice Which is more than liberty. There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Savior; There is healing in his blood. There is no place where earth's sorrows Are more felt than up in heaven; There is no place where earth's failings Have such kindly judgment given. There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind; And the heart of the Eternal Is most infinitely kind. If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord. __________________________________________________________________ [916]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 241. Eternal Light! Eternal Light 8.6.8.8.6 [917]Newcastle: Henry L. Morley, 1875 Thomas Binney, c. 1826 Eternal Light! Eternal Light! How pure that soul must be, When, placed within thy searching sight, It shrinks not, but with calm delight Can live, and look on thee. The spirits that surround thy throne May bear the burning bliss; But surely that is theirs alone Who, undefiled, have never known A fallen world like this. O how shall I, whose native sphere Is dark, whose mind is dim, Before the Ineffable appear, And on my naked spirit bear The uncreated beam? There is a way for man to rise To that sublime abode: An offering and a sacrifice, A Holy Spirit's energies, An Advocate with God: These, these prepare us for the sight Of holiness above: The sons of ignorance and night May dwell in the eternal Light, Through the eternal Love! __________________________________________________________________ [918]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 242. I heard the voice of Jesus say C.M.D. [919]Vox Dilecti: John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 Horatius Bonar, 1846 I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, Lay down Thy head upon my breast. I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in him a resting-place, And he has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live. I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light; Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. I looked to Jesus, and I found In him my Star, my Sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till traveling days are done. __________________________________________________________________ [920]Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Mercy 243. Savior, source of every blessing 8.7.8.7 [921]Trust: Felix Mendelssohn, 1840 Robert Robinson, 1758; Alt. Savior, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. By thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life thus far I've come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Divine Guidance [922]244 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom [923]245 He leadeth me! O blessed thought [924]246 Thou say'st, "Take up thy cross" [925]247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us [926]248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace Also the following: [927]42 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah [928]305 O for a closer walk with God [929]355 Savior, like a shepherd lead us [930]378 Jesus, I my cross have taken [931]449 Jesus, still lead on [932]493 O Master, let me walk with thee [933]534 Lead on, O King eternal [934]536 O happy band of pilgrims __________________________________________________________________ [935]Sundays after Trinity: Divine Guidance 244. Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom 10.4.10.4.10.10 [936]Lux Benigna: John B. Dykes, 1865 John Henry Newman, 1833 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet! I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me on! I loved the garish day; and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [937]Sundays after Trinity: Divine Guidance 245. He leadeth me! O blessed thought L.M. with refrain [938]Aughton: William B. Bradbury, 1864 Refrain Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862 He leadeth me! O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me! His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me. Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters calm, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. __________________________________________________________________ [939]Sundays after Trinity: Divine Guidance 246. Thou say'st, Take up thy cross S.M. [940]St. Bride: Samuel Howard, 1762 Francis T. Palgrave, 1865 Thou say'st, "Take up thy cross, O man, and follow me"; The night is black, the feet are slack, Yet we would follow thee. But, O dear Lord, we cry, That we thy face could see, Thy blessed face one moment's space, Then might we follow thee! Dim tracts of time divide Those golden days from me; Thy voice comes strange o'er years of change; How can I follow thee? Comes faint and far thy voice From vales of Galilee; Thy vision fades in ancient shades; How should we follow thee? O heavy cross: of faith In what we cannot see! As once of yore thyself restore, And help to follow thee. If not as once thou cam'st In true humanity, Come yet as guest within the breast That burns to follow thee. Within our heart of hearts In nearest nearness be: Set up thy throne within thine own: Go, Lord; we follow thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [941]Sundays after Trinity: Divine Guidance 247. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 8.7.8.7.8.7 [942]Dulce Carmen: An Essay on the Church Plain Chant, 1782 James Edmeston, 1821 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us O'er the world's tempestuous sea; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee; Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be. Savior, breathe forgiveness o'er us, All our weakness thou dost know; Thou didst tread this earth before us; Thou didst feel its keenest woe; Lone and dreary, Faint and weary, Through the desert thou didst go. Spirit of our God, descending, Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy: Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [943]Sundays after Trinity: Divine Guidance 248. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace Four 10's [944]Langran: James Langran, 1862 William Henry Burleigh, 1868 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace; Without thy guiding hand we go astray, And doubts appall, and sorrows still increase; Lead us through Christ, the true and living Way. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth; Unhelped by thee, in error's maze we grope, While passion stains, and folly dims our youth, And age comes on, uncheered by faith and hope. Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right; Blindly we stumble when we walk alone, Involved in shadows of a darksome night, Only with thee we journey safely on. Lead us, O Father, to thy heavenly rest, However rough and steep the path may be, Through joy or sorrows as thou deemest best, Until our lives are perfected in thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Praise and Adoration [945]249 All people that on earth do dwell [946]250 From all that dwell below the skies [947]251 O God of God! O Light of Light [948]252 The spacious firmament on high [949]253 The God of Abraham praise [950]254 How wondrous and great [951]255 O Worship the King, all glorious above [952]256 Songs of praise the angels sang [953]257 Sing, my soul, his wondrous love [954]258 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven [955]259 Praise to the Holiest in the height [956]260 O for a heart to praise my God [957]261 Awake, and sing the song [958]262 Praise the Lord through every nation [959]263 O could I speak the matchless worth [960]264 Ye holy angels bright [961]265 Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise [962]266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones __________________________________________________________________ [963]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 249. All people that on earth do dwell L.M. [964]Old Hundredth: Louis Bourgeois, 1551 Psalm 100 William Kethe, 1561 All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. Know that the Lord is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take. O enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless his Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [965]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 250. From all that dwell below the skies L.M. [966]Old Hundredth: Louis Bourgeois, 1551 Doxology Psalm 117 Isaac Watts, 1719; Doxology, Thomas Ken, 1692 From all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise! Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue! Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, And truth eternal is thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till suns shall rise and set no more. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [967]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 251. O God of God! O Light of Light L.M.D. [968]Jordan: Joseph Barnby, 1872 John Julian, 1883 O God of God! O Light of Light! Thou Prince of Peace, thou King of kings, To thee, where angels know no night, The song of praise for ever rings: To him who sits upon the throne, The Lamb once slain for sinful men, Be honour, might; all by him won; Glory and praise! Amen, Amen! Deep in the prophets' sacred page, Grand in the poets' winged word, Slowly in type, from age to age, Nations beheld their coming Lord; Till through the deep Judean night Rang out the song, "Goodwill to men!" Hymned by the first-born sons of light, Re-echoed now, "Goodwill!" Amen! That life of truth, those deeds of love, That death of pain, mid hate and scorn; These all are past, and now above He reigns our King! once crowned with thorn. Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; So sang his hosts, unheard by men; Lift up your heads, for you he waits. We lift them up! Amen, Amen! Nations afar, in ignorance deep; Isles of the sea, where darkness lay: These hear his voice, they wake from sleep, And throng with joy the upward way. They cry with us, "Send forth thy light," O Lamb, once slain for sinful men; Burst Satan's bonds, O God of might; Set all men free! Amen, Amen! Sing to the Lord a glorious song, Sing to his Name, his love forth tell; Sing on, heaven's hosts, his praise prolong; Sing, ye who now on earth do dwell: Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, From angels, praise; and thanks from men; Worthy the Lamb, enthroned to reign, Glory and power! Amen, Amen! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [969]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 252. The spacious firmament on high L.M.D. [970]Addison's: John Sheeles, c. 1720 Psalm 19 Joseph Addison, 1712 The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty Hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The Hand that made us is divine." __________________________________________________________________ [971]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 253. The God of Abraham praise 6.6.8.4.D. [972]Leoni: Traditional Hebrew, 1770 [973]Covenant: John Stainer, 1889 [974]St. Audrey: T. Tertius Noble, 1894 Thomas Olivers, c. 1770 The God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above; Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love; Jehovah, great I AM, By earth and heaven confessed; I bow and bless the sacred Name, For ever blest. He by himself hath sworn, I on his oath depend, I shall, on angel-wings upborne, To heaven ascend: I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. There dwells the Lord, our King, The Lord, our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace; On Sion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains, And, glorious with his saints in light, For ever reigns. The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! They ever cry: Hail, Abraham's God and mine! I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty are thine, And endless praise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [975]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 254. How wondrous and great 10.10.11.11 [976]Lyons: Arr. from Johann Michael Haydn (1737-1806) Henry U. Onderdonk, 1826 How wondrous and great Thy works, God of praise! How just, King of saints, And true are thy ways! O who shall not fear thee, And honour thy Name? Thou only art holy, Thou only supreme. To nations long dark Thy light shall be shown; Their worship and vows Shall come to thy throne: Thy truth and thy judgments Shall spread all abroad, Till earth's every people Confess thee their God. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [977]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 255. O Worship the King, all glorious above 10.10.11.11 [978]Hanover: William Croft, 1708 Psalm 104 Robert Grant, 1833 O Worship the King, all glorious above! O gratefully sing his power and his love! Our shield and defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. O tell of his might! O sing of his grace! Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space. His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, thy power hath founded of old, Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! O measureless Might! ineffable Love! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall sing to thy praise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [979]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 256. Songs of praise the angels sang Four 7's [980]Innocents: Arr. from G. F. Handel, 1728 James Montgomery, 1819 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with alleluias rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born; Songs of praise arose when He Captive led captivity. Heaven and earth must pass away; Songs of praise shall crown that day: God will make new heavens and earth; Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No; the Church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. __________________________________________________________________ [981]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 257. Sing, my soul, his wondrous love Four 7's [982]St. Bees: John Bacchus Dykes, 1862 Anonymous, 1800 Sing, my soul, his wondrous love, Who, from yon bright throne above, Ever watchful o'er our race, Still to man extends his grace. Heaven and earth by him were made; All is by his scepter swayed; What are we that he should show So much love to us below? God, the merciful and good, Bought us with the Savior's blood, And, to make our safety sure, Guides us by his Spirit pure. Sing, my soul, adore his Name! Let his glory be thy theme: Praise him till he calls thee home; Trust his love for all to come. __________________________________________________________________ [983]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 258. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven 8.7.8.7.8.7 [984]Lauda Anima: John Goss, 1869 Psalm 103 Henry F. Lyte, 1834; Alt. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Evermore his praises sing: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. Praise him for his grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Praise him still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless: Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in his faithfulness. Father-like he tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hand he gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes. Alleluia! Alleluia! Widely yet his mercy flows. Angels in the height adore him! Ye behold him face to face; Saints triumphant bow before him! Gathered in from every race. Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace. __________________________________________________________________ [985]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 259. Praise to the Holiest in the height C.M. [986]Gerontius: John B. Dykes, 1868 John Henry Newman, 1865 Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise; In all his words most wonderful, Most sure in all his ways! O loving wisdom of our God! When all was sin and shame, A second Adam to the fight And to the rescue came. O wisest love! that flesh and blood, Which did in Adam fail, Should strive afresh against the foe, Should strive and should prevail: And that a higher gift than grace Should flesh and blood refine; God's Presence and his very Self, And Essence all-divine. O generous love! that he who smote In Man for man the foe, The double agony in Man For man should undergo; And in the garden secretly, And on the cross on high, Should teach his brethren, and inspire To suffer and to die. Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise; In all his words most wonderful, Most sure in all his ways. __________________________________________________________________ [987]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 260. O for a heart to praise my God C.M. [988]Beatitudo: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 Charles Wesley, 1742; Alt. O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free! A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me; A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone; An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine! Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; Write thy new Name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [989]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 261. Awake, and sing the song S.M. [990]Newland: Henry J. Gauntlett, 1858 William Hammond, 1745; Alt.; cento. Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake every heart and every tongue To praise the Savior's Name. Sing of his dying love! Sing of his rising power! Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore! Sing on your heavenly way! Ye ransomed sinners, sing! Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the eternal King! Soon shall ye hear him say, "Ye blessed children, come." Soon will he call you hence away, And take his wanderers home. There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices swell the song Of glory to the Lamb. __________________________________________________________________ [991]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 262. Praise the Lord through every nation P.M. [992]Sleepers, Wake: Philip Nicolai, 1599 Arr. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Dutch; Rhijnvis Feith, 1806; Tr. James Montgomery, 1828 Praise the Lord through every nation; His holy arm hath wrought salvation; Exalt him on his Father's throne. Praise your King, ye Christian legions, Who now prepares in heavenly regions Unfailing mansions for his own: With voice and minstrelsy Extol his majesty: Alleluia! His praise shall sound all nature round, Where'er the race of man is found. God with man dominion sharing, And Man with God our image bearing, Gentile and Jew to him are given: Praise your Savior, ransomed sinners, Of life, through him, immortal winners: No longer heirs of earth, but heaven. O beatific sight To view his face in light! Alleluia! And while we see, transformed to be From bliss to bliss eternally. Jesus, Lord, our Captain glorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell victorious, Wisdom and might to thee belong: We confess, proclaim, adore thee; We bow the knee, we fall before thee, Thy love henceforth shall be our song. The cross meanwhile we bear, The crown ere long to wear: Alleluia! Thy reign extend world without end, Let praise from all to thee ascend. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [993]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 263. O could I speak the matchless worth 8.8.6.8.8.6 [994]Meribah: Lowell Mason, 1839 Samuel Medley, 1789 O could I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth Which in my Savior shine, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine. I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne: In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. O the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face; Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace. __________________________________________________________________ [995]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 264. Ye holy angels bright 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 [996]Darwall: John Darwall, 1770 Richard Baxter, 1681; Alt., Richard R. Chope, 1857 Ye holy angels bright, Who wait at God's right hand, Or through the realms of light Fly at your Lord's command, Assist our song, For else the theme Too high doth seem For mortal tongue. Ye blessed souls at rest, Who ran this earthly race And now, from sin released, Behold the Savior's face, God's praises sound, As in his light With sweet delight Ye do abound. Ye saints, who toil below, Adore your heavenly King, And onward as ye go Some joyful anthem sing; Take what he gives And praise him still, Through good or ill, Who ever lives! My soul, bear thou thy part, Triumph in God above: And with a well-tuned heart Sing thou the songs of love! Let all thy days Till life shall end, Whate'er he send, Be filled with praise. __________________________________________________________________ [997]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 265. Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise 10.10.7 [998]Alleluia Perenne: William Henry Monk, 1868 [999]Alleluia Piis Edite: John S. B. Hodges (1830-1915) Latin; Tr. John Ellerton, 1865 Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise, Ye citizens of heaven, O sweetly raise An endless Alleluia. Ye powers, who stand before the eternal Light, In hymning choirs re-echo to the height An endless Alleluia. The holy city shall take up your strain, And with glad songs resounding wake again An endless Alleluia. In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice To render to the Lord with thankful voice An endless Alleluia. Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss, Victorious ones, your chant shall still be this, An endless Alleluia. There, in one grand acclaim, for ever ring The strains which tell the honour of your King, An endless Alleluia. This is sweet rest for weary ones brought back, This is glad food and drink which ne'er shall lack, An endless Alleluia. While thee, by whom were all things made, we praise For ever, and tell out in sweetest lays An endless Alleluia. Almighty Christ, to thee our voices sing Glory for evermore; to thee we bring An endless Alleluia. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1000]Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration 266. Ye watchers and ye holy ones 8.8.8.8.8.8.8.4 [1001]Vigili et Sancte: Cologne, 1623 Athelstan Riley, 1909 Ye watchers and ye holy ones, Bright seraphs, cherubim and thrones, Raise the glad strain, Alleluia! Cry out, dominions, princedoms, powers, Virtues, archangels, angels' choirs, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! O higher than the cherubim, More glorious than the seraphim, Lead their praises, Alleluia! Thou bearer of the eternal Word, Most gracious, magnify the Lord, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! Respond, ye souls in endless rest, Ye patriarchs and prophets blest, Alleluia, Alleluia! Ye holy twelve, ye martyrs strong, All saints triumphant, raise the song Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! O friends, in gladness let us sing, Supernal anthems echoing, Alleluia, Alleluia! To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ HOLY DAYS General for Saints' Days [1002]267 From all thy saints in warfare, for all thy saints at rest __________________________________________________________________ [1003]Holy Days: General for Saints' Days 267. From all thy saints in warfare, for all thy saints at rest 7.6.7.6.D [1004]Paean: Frederic Weber, 1856 Insert here the stanza for the special Saint's Day to be celebrated. ST. ANDREW ST. THOMAS ST. STEPHEN ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST THE HOLY INNOCENTS THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL ST. MATTHIAS ST. MARK ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES ST. BARNABAS ST. JOHN BAPTIST ST. PETER ST. JAMES ST. BARTHOLOMEW ST. MATTHEW ST. LUKE ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE GENERAL ENDING Horatio Nelson, 1864 From all thy saints in warfare, for all thy saints at rest, To thee, O blessed Jesus, all praises be addressed. Thou, Lord, didst win the battle that they might conquerors be; Their crowns of living glory are lit with rays from thee. Praise, Lord, for thine apostle, the first to welcome thee, The first to lead his brother the very Christ to see. With hearts for thee made ready, watch we throughout the year, Forward to lead our brethren to own thine Advent near. All praise for thine apostle, whose short-lived doubtings prove Thy perfect twofold nature, the fullness of thy love. On all who wait thy coming shed forth thy peace, O Lord, And grant us faith to know thee, true Man, true God, adored. Praise for the first of martyrs, who saw thee ready stand To aid in midst of torments, to plead at God's right hand. Share we with him, if summoned by death our Lord to own, On earth the faithful witness, in heaven the martyr crown. Praise for the loved disciple, exile on Patmos' shore; Praise for the faithful record he to thy Godhead bore, Praise for the mystic vision through him to us revealed. May we, in patience waiting, with thine elect be sealed. Praise for thine infant martyrs, by thee with tenderest love Called early from the warfare to share the rest above. O Rachel! cease thy weeping: they rest from pains and cares. Lord, grant us hearts as guileless and crowns as bright as theirs. Praise for the light from heaven, praise for the voice of awe, Praise for the glorious vision the persecutor saw. Thee, Lord, for his conversion, we glorify today; So lighten all our darkness with thy true Spirit's ray. Lord, thine abiding presence directs the wondrous choice; For one in place of Judas the faithful now rejoice. Thy Church from false apostles for evermore defend, And by thy parting promise be with her to the end. For him, O Lord, we praise thee, the weak by grace made strong, Whose labors and whose Gospel enrich our triumph song. May we in all our weakness find strength from thee supplied, And all, as fruitful branches, in thee, the Vine, abide. All praise for thine apostle, blest guide to Greek and Jew, And him surnamed thy brother; keep us thy brethren true, And grant us grace to know thee, the Way, the Truth, the Life; To wrestle with temptations till victors in the strife. The son of Consolation, moved by thy law of love, Forsaking earthly treasures, sought riches from above. As earth now teems with increase, let gifts of grace descend, That thy true consolations may through the world extend. We praise thee for the Baptist, forerunner of the Word, Our true Elias, making a highway for the Lord. Of prophets last and greatest, he saw thy dawning ray: Make us the rather blessed who love thy glorious day. Praise for thy great apostle, the eager and the bold; Thrice falling, yet repentant, thrice charged to keep thy Fold. Lord, make thy pastors faithful to guard their flocks from ill, And grant them dauntless courage, with humble, earnest will. For him, O Lord, we praise thee, who, slain by Herod's sword, Drank of thy cup of suffering, fulfilling thus thy word. Curb we all vain impatience to read thy veiled decree, And count it joy to suffer, if so brought nearer thee. All praise for thine apostle, the faithful, pure, and true, Whom underneath the fig tree thine eye all-seeing knew. Like him may we be guileless, true Israelites indeed, That thy abiding presence our longing souls may feed. Praise, Lord, for him whose Gospel thy human life declared, Who, worldly gains forsaking, thy path of suffering shared. From all unrighteous mammon O give us hearts set free, That we, whate'er our calling, may rise and follow thee. For that "beloved physician," all praise, whose Gospel shows The Healer of the nations, the Sharer of our woes. Thy wine and oil, O Savior, on bruised hearts deign to pour, And with true balm of Gilead anoint us evermore. Praise, Lord, for thine apostles, who sealed their faith today: One love, one zeal impelled them to tread the sacred way. May we with zeal as earnest the faith of Christ maintain, And, bound in love as brethren, at length thy rest attain. Apostles, prophets, martyrs, and all the sacred throng, Who wear the spotless raiment, who raise the ceaseless song; For these, passed on before us, Savior, we thee adore, And, walking in their footsteps, would serve thee more and more. Then praise we God the Father, and praise we God the Son, And God the Holy Spirit, eternal Three in One; Till all the ransomed number fall down before the throne, And honour, power, and glory ascribe to God alone. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Andrew [1005]268 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult __________________________________________________________________ [1006]Holy Days: St. Andrew 268. Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult 8.7.8.7 [1007]St. Andrew: Edward H. Thorne, 1875 [1008]Galilee: William Herbert Jude, 1887 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1852 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult Of our life's wild, restless sea, Day by day his sweet voice soundeth, Saying, "Christian, follow me." As of old, Saint Andrew heard it By the Galilean lake, Turned from home, and toil, and kindred, Leaving all for his dear sake. Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love me more." In our joys and in our sorrows, Days of toil and hours of ease, Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, "That we love him more than these." Jesus calls us: by thy mercies, Savior, make us hear thy call, Give our hearts to thine obedience, Serve and love thee best of all. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Thomas [1009]269 O Thou who didst, with love untold [1010]270 We walk by faith, and not by sight See also [1011]No. 555, Pt. 4-8. __________________________________________________________________ [1012]Holy Days: St. Thomas 269. O Thou who didst, with love untold C.M. [1013]Dundee: Scottish Psalter, 1615 Emma L. Toke, 1851 O Thou who didst, with love untold, Thy doubting servant chide, And bad'st the eye of sense behold Thy wounded hands and side; Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe, To own thee God and Lord, And from his hour of darkness draw A fuller faith's reward. And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear, O let us only lowlier bow In self-distrusting fear; And pray that we may never dare Thy loving heart to grieve, But at the last their blessings share Who see not, yet believe! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1014]Holy Days: St. Thomas 270. We walk by faith, and not by sight C.M. [1015]Arlington: Thomas A. Arne, 1762 [1016]Hermann: Nicholas Hermann, 1560 Henry Alford, 1844 We walk by faith, and not by sight; No gracious words we hear From him who spake as man ne'er spake; But we believe him near. We may not touch his hands and side, Nor follow where he trod; But in his promise we rejoice, And cry, "My Lord and God!" Help then, O Lord, our unbelief; And may our faith abound, To call on thee when thou art near, And seek where thou art found: That, when our life of faith is done, In realms of clearer light We may behold thee as thou art, With full and endless sight. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Conversion of St. Paul [1017]271 We sing the glorious conquest [1018]272 Lord, who fulfillest thus anew Also the following: [1019]117 He who would valiant be [1020]152 In the cross of Christ I glory [1021]218 Jesus, I live to thee __________________________________________________________________ [1022]Holy Days: Conversion of St. Paul 271. We sing the glorious conquest 7.6.7.6.D. [1023]Munich: Meiningen, 1693; harm., Felix Mendelssohn, 1847 John Ellerton, 1871 We sing the glorious conquest Before Damascus gate, When Saul, the Church's spoiler, Came breathing threats and hate; The ravening wolf rushed forward Full early to the prey; But lo! the Shepherd met him, And bound him fast today. O glory most excelling That smote across his path! O light that pierced and blinded The zealot in his wrath! O voice that spake within him The calm, reproving word! O love that sought and held him The bondman of his Lord! O Wisdom ordering all things In order strong and sweet, What nobler spoil was ever Cast at the Victor's feet? What wiser master-builder E'er wrought at thine employ Than he, till now so furious Thy building to destroy? Lord, teach thy Church the lesson, Still in her darkest hour Of weakness and of danger, To trust thy hidden power: Thy grace by ways mysterious The wrath of man can bind, And in thy boldest foeman Thy chosen saint can find. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1024]Holy Days: Conversion of St. Paul 272. Lord, who fulfillest thus anew C.M. [1025]Mount Calvary: Robert P. Stewart (1825-1894) Henry W. Mozley, 1866 Lord, who fulfillest thus anew Thine own blest dying prayer, That they who know not what they do, May in thy ransom share: When foes thy Church's power defy, Or slight thy sacred word, Or thee, true God and Man, deny, Grant them conversion, Lord. Grant that the light may round them shine; That, set from error free, They in thy word the truth divine, Thee in thy Church may see; That so, when our brief time is done, We may with them adore The Father, and coequal Son, And Spirit evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Presentation of Christ, or Purification of St. Mary [1026]273 In his temple now behold him [1027]274 Hail to the Lord who comes __________________________________________________________________ [1028]Holy Days: The Presentation of Christ, or Purification of St. Mary 273. In his temple now behold him 8.7.8.7.8.7 [1029]St. Leonard (Bach): Meiningen, 1693; harm. J. Christolph Bach (1642-1703) [1030]Regent Square: Henry Smart, 1866 Henry J. Pye, 1851 In his temple now behold him; See the long-expected Lord! Ancient prophets had foretold him; God hath now fulfilled his word. Now to praise him, his redeemed Shall break forth with one accord. In the arms of her who bore him, Virgin pure, behold him lie, While his aged saints adore him, Ere in perfect faith they die: Alleluia! Alleluia! Lo, the incarnate God most high! Jesus, by thy Presentation, Thou who didst for us endure, Make us see thy great salvation, Seal us with thy promise sure; And present us in thy glory To thy Father cleansed and pure. Prince and Author of salvation, Be thy boundless love our theme! Jesus, praise to thee be given By the world thou didst redeem, With the Father and the Spirit, Lord of majesty supreme! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1031]Holy Days: The Presentation of Christ, or Purification of St. Mary 274. Hail to the Lord who comes Six 6's [1032]Old One Hundred Twentieth: Thomas Este, Psalmes, 1592 John Ellerton, 1880 Hail to the Lord who comes, Comes to his temple gate; Not with his angel host, Not in his kingly state; No shouts proclaim him nigh, No crowds his coming wait; But, borne upon the throne Of Mary's gentle breast, Watched by her duteous love, In her fond arms at rest: Thus to his Father's house He comes, the heavenly Guest. Hail to the great First-born Whose ransom price they pay! The Son, before all worlds; The Child of man, today; That he might ransom us Who still in bondage lay. O Light of all the earth, Thy children wait for thee! Come to thy temples here, That we, from sin set free, Before thy Father's face May all presented be! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Matthias [1033]275 Praise to the heavenly Wisdom __________________________________________________________________ [1034]Holy Days: St. Matthias 275. Praise to the heavenly Wisdom 7.6.7.6 D. [1035]Paean: Frederic Weber, 1856 John Ellerton, 1888 Praise to the heavenly Wisdom Who knows the hearts of all, The saintly life's beginnings, The traitor's secret fall; Our own ascended Master, Who heard his Church's cry, Made known his guiding presence, And ruled her from on high. Elect in his foreknowledge, To fill the lost one's place; He formed his chosen vessel By hidden gifts of grace; Then, by the lot's disposing He lifted up the poor, And set him with the Princes On high for evermore. Still guide thy Church, chief Shepherd, Her losses still renew; Be thy dread keys entrusted To faithful hands and true; Apostles of thy choosing May all her rulers be That each with joy may render His last account to thee! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Annunciation [1036]276 Praise we the Lord this day [1037]277 Blest are the pure in heart __________________________________________________________________ [1038]Holy Days: The Annunciation 276. Praise we the Lord this day S.M. [1039]St. George: Henry John Gauntlett, 1848 Anonymous, 1846 Praise we the Lord this day, This day so long foretold, Whose promise shone with cheering ray On waiting saints of old. The prophet gave the sign For faithful men to read; A virgin born of David's line Shall bear the promised Seed. Ask not how this should be, But worship and adore, Like her whom heaven's majesty Came down to shadow o'er. Meekly she bowed her head To hear the gracious word, Mary, the pure and lowly maid, The favored of the Lord. Blessed shall be her name In all the Church on earth, Through whom that wondrous mercy came, The incarnate Savior's birth. __________________________________________________________________ [1040]Holy Days: The Annunciation 277. Blest are the pure in heart S.M. [1041]Franconia: Johann B. Koenig, 1738; Arr. William H. Havergal, 1840 John Keble, 1819; Alt.; cento. Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode. The Lord, who left the heavens Our life and peace to bring, To dwell in lowliness with men Their pattern and their King; He to the lowly soul Doth still himself impart; And for his dwelling and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart. Lord, we thy presence seek; May ours this blessing be; Give us a pure and lowly heart, A temple meet for thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Mark [1042]278 We praise thy grace, O Saviour Also the following: [1043]288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures __________________________________________________________________ [1044]Holy Days: St. Mark 278. We praise thy grace, O Saviour 7.6.7.6 [1045]St. Alphege: Henry J. Gauntlett, 1852 W. Walsham How, 1871 We praise thy grace, O Saviour, That beareth with us long, And ever out of weakness Thy servants maketh strong. The saint, who left his comrades, And turned back from the fight, Behold at last victorious In thy prevailing might! From thee, Lord, came the courage Once more to front the host: Thy strength, most mighty Savior, In weakness shineth most. Thy love Saint Mark hath numbered Among the blessed four, And all the world rejoiceth To learn his Gospel-lore. O Lord, our human weakness With pitying eye behold; Uplift the fainting spirit, And make the coward bold. O Jesus, glorious Victor O'er all the hosts of sin, In us thy strength make perfect, In us the victory win. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Philip and St. James [1046]279 Thou art the Way, to thee alone __________________________________________________________________ [1047]St. Philip and St. James 279. Thou art the Way, to thee alone C.M. [1048]St. James: Raphael Courteville, 1697 [1049]Lambeth: Wilhelm A. F. Schulthes, 1871 George W. Doane, 1824 Thou art the Way, to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. Thou art the Truth, thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. Thou art the Life, the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Barnabas [1050]280 O Son of God, our Captain of salvation [1051]281 The son of Consolation! __________________________________________________________________ [1052]St. Barnabas 280. O Son of God, our Captain of salvation 11.10.11.10 [1053]Strength and Stay: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 John Ellerton, 1871 O Son of God, our Captain of salvation, Thyself by suffering schooled to human grief, We bless thee for thy sons of consolation, Who follow in the steps of thee their Chief; Those whom thy Spirit's dread vocation severs, To lead the vanguard of thy conquering host; Whose toilsome years are spent in brave endeavours To bear thy saving Name from coast to coast; Those whose bright faith makes feeble hearts grow stronger, And sends fresh warriors to the great campaign, Bids the lone convert feel estranged no longer, And wins the sundered to be one again; And all true helpers, patient, kind, and skillful, Who shed thy light across our darkened earth, Counsel the doubting, and restrain the willful, Soothe the sick bed, and share the children's mirth. Such was thy Levite, strong in self-oblation To cast his all at thine apostles' feet; He whose new name, through every Christian nation From age to age our thankful strains repeat. Thus, Lord, thy Barnabas in memory keeping, Still be thy Church's watchword, "Comfort ye," Till in our Father's house shall end our weeping, And all our wants be satisfied in thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1054]St. Barnabas 281. The son of Consolation! 7.6.7.6.D. [1055]Homeland: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1867 Maud Coote, 1871 The son of Consolation! Of Levi's priestly line, Filled with the Holy Spirit And fervent faith divine, With lowly self oblation, For Christ an offering meet, He laid his earthly riches At the apostles' feet. The son of Consolation! O name of soothing balm! It fell on sick and weary Like breath of heaven's own calm! And the blest son of comfort, With fearless, loving hand, The Gentiles' great apostle Led to the faithful band. The son of Consolation! Drawn near unto his Lord, He won the martyr's glory, And passed to his reward. With him is faith now ended, For ever lost in sight, But love, made perfect, fills him With praise, and joy, and light. The son of Consolation! Lord, hear our humble prayer, That each of us thy children Such blessed name may bear! That we, sweet comfort shedding O'er homes of pain and woe, Midst sickness and in prisons, May seek thee here below. The sons of Consolation! O what the bliss will be, When Christ the King shall tell them "Ye did it unto me"! The merciful and loving The Lord of life shall own, And as his priceless jewels Shall set them round his throne. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. John Baptist [1056]282 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry Also the following: [1057]63 Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding __________________________________________________________________ [1058]St. John Baptist 282. On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry L.M. [1059]Winchester New: Hamburg, 1690 Latin, Charles Coffin, 1736; Tr. John Chandler, 1837; Alt. On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry Announces that the Lord is nigh; Awake and hearken, for he brings Glad tidings of the King of kings. Then cleansed be every Christian breast, And furnished for so great a guest; Yea, let us each our hearts prepare For Christ to come and enter there. For thou art our salvation, Lord, Our refuge and our great reward; Without thy grace we waste away, Like flowers that wither and decay. To heal the sick stretch out thine hand, And bid the fallen sinner stand; Once more upon thy people shine, And fill the world with love divine. All praise, eternal Son, to thee, Whose Advent set thy people free; Whom with the Father we adore, And Holy Ghost for evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Peter [1060]283 Forsaken once, and thrice denied Also the following: [1061]135 Jesus, and shall it ever be [1062]147 In the hour of trial __________________________________________________________________ [1063]St. Peter 283. Forsaken once, and thrice denied 8.8.8.6 [1064]Elmhurst: Edwin Drewett, 1887 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1875 Forsaken once, and thrice denied, The risen Lord gave pardon free, Stood once again at Peter's side, And asked him, "Lov'st thou me?" How many times with faithless word Have we denied his holy Name, How oft forsaken our dear Lord, land shrunk when trial came! Saint Peter, when the cock crew clear, Went out and wept his broken faith; Strong as a rock through strife and fear, He served his Lord till death. How oft his cowardice of heart We have without his love sincere, The sin without the sorrow's smart, The shame without the tear! O oft forsaken, oft denied, Forgive our shame, wash out our sin; Look on us from thy Father's side, And let that sweet look win. Hear when we call thee from the deep, Still walk beside us on the shore, Give hands to work, and eyes to weep, And hearts to love thee more. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. James [1065]284 We praise thy Name, O Lord most High __________________________________________________________________ [1066]St. James 284. We praise thy Name, O Lord most High L.M. [1067]Mainzer: Joseph Mainzer, 1841 Anonymous We praise thy Name, O Lord most High, Redeemer of our souls from death, And all thy mercies magnify, In making known thy saving faith. Thou didst the humble fisher call, Beside the shores of Galilee: At thy command he gave up all, And left his nets to follow thee. O happy choice, for earthly toil The strife to rescue souls from sin; For treasures that may rust and spoil, The crown of heavenly life to win. O favoured one, who, ere he knew The sharpness of the coming cross, Of thy bright beauty caught the view That turns to gain all earthly loss. Thy promise is fulfilled, and he Dares in thy painful steps to go; To drink thy cup of agony, And drain the bitter dregs of woe. Grant, Lord, that hope of seeing thee In bliss may us with courage nerve, The world and all its pomp to flee, Our cross to bear, and thee to serve. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ The Transfiguration [1068]285 O wondrous type! O vision fair [1069]286 Lord, it is good for us to be Also the following: [1070]98 How bright appears the Morning Star [1071]356 Fairest Lord Jesus __________________________________________________________________ [1072]Holy Days: The Transfiguration 285. O wondrous type! O vision fair L.M. [1073]Waltham: John Baptiste Calkin, 1872 Latin; Tr. John Mason Peale, 1854; Alt. O wondrous type! O vision fair Of glory that the Church shall share, Which Christ upon the mountain shows Where brighter than the sun he glows! From age to age the tale declare How with the three disciples there, Where Moses and Elias meet, The Lord holds converse high and sweet. With shining face and bright array, Christ deigns to manifest today What glory shall be theirs above Who joy in God with perfect love. And faithful hearts are raised on high By this great vision's mystery; For which in joyful strains we raise The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. O Father, with the eternal Son, And Holy Spirit, ever One, Vouchsafe to bring us by thy grace To see thy glory face to face. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1074]Holy Days: The Transfiguration 286. Lord, it is good for us to be L.M.D. [1075]St. Casimir: John Goss (1800-1880) [1076]Jordan: Joseph Barnby, 1872 Arthur P. Stanley, 1870; Alt. Lord, it is good for us to be High on the mountain here with thee; Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days; Who once received on Horeb's height Th'eternal laws of truth and right; Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. Lord, it is good for us to be Entranced, enwrapt, alone with thee; And watch thy glistering raiment glow Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow, The human lineaments that shine Irradiant with a light divine: Till we too change from grace to grace, Gazing on that transfigured face. Lord, it is good for us to be Here on the holy mount with thee; When darkling in the depths of night, When dazzled with excess of light, We bow before the heavenly voice That bids bewildered souls rejoice, Though love wax cold, and faith be dim, "This is my Son; O hear ye him!" Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Bartholomew [1077]287 King of saints, to whom the number __________________________________________________________________ [1078]Holy Days: St. Bartholomew 287. King of saints, to whom the number 8.7.8.7.D. [1079]Iona: John Stainer, 1868 John Ellerton, 1871 King of saints, to whom the number Of thy starry host is known, Many a name, by man forgotten, Lives for ever round thy throne: Lights, which earth-born mists have darkened, There are shining full and clear, Princes in the court of heaven, Nameless, unremembered here. In the roll of thine apostles One there stands, Bartholomew, He for whom today we offer, Year by year, our praises due: How he toiled for thee and suffered None on earth can now record; All his saintly life is hidden In the knowledge of his Lord; None can tell us: all is written In the Lamb's great book of life, All the faith, and prayer, and patience All the toiling, and the strife: There are told thy hidden treasures: Number us, O Lord, with them, When thou makest up the jewels Of thy living diadem. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Matthew [1080]288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures __________________________________________________________________ [1081]Holy Days: St. Matthew 288. Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures 8.8.7.8.8.7 [1082]Lauda Zion: Gerard F. Cobb (1838-1904) Latin cento; Tr. Robert Campbell, 1850 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures Sing of those who spread the treasures In the holy Gospels shrined! Blessed tidings of salvation, Peace on earth their proclamation, Love from God to lost mankind. See the rivers four that gladden, With their streams, the better Eden Planted by our Lord most dear; Christ the fountain, these the waters; Drink, O Sion's sons and daughters! Drink, and find salvation here. O that we, thy truth confessing, And thy holy word possessing, Jesus, may thy love adore! Unto thee our voices raising, Thee with all thy ransomed praising, Ever and for evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Michael and all Angels [1083]289 Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright [1084]290 Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling [1085]291 Around the throne of God a band Also the following: [1086]266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones __________________________________________________________________ [1087]Holy Days: St. Michael and All Angels 289. Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright Four 10's [1088]Trisagion: Henry Smart, 1868 Greek; St. Joseph the Hymnographer, 850; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1862 Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial splendor and light, These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the "Thrice Holy" song ever and aye: These are thy ministers, these dost thou own, God of Sabaoth, the nearest thy throne; These are thy messengers, these dost thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend. These keep the guard amid Salem's dear bowers, Thrones, principalities, virtues, and powers, Where, with the living ones, mystical Four, Cherubim, seraphim bow and adore. Still let them succor 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. __________________________________________________________________ [1089]Holy Days: St. Michael and All Angels 290. Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling 11.10.11.10.9.11 [1090]Pilgrims: Henry Smart (1813-1879) [1091]Vox Angelica: John B. Dykes, 1868 Refrain Frederick W. Faber, 1854; Alt. Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come"; And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels, sing out your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. __________________________________________________________________ [1092]Holy Days: St. Michael and All Angels 291. Around the throne of God a band L.M. [1093]Abends: Herbert S. Oakeley, 1874 John Mason Neale, 1842; Alt. Around the throne of God a band Of bright and glorious angels stand; Sweet harps within their hands they hold, And on their heads are crowns of gold. Some wait around him ready still To sing his praise and do his will, And some, when he commands them, go To guard his servants here below. Lord, give thine angels every day Command to guard us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near To do us harm, or cause us fear; And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round thy throne at last. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ St. Luke [1094]292 What thanks and praise to thee we owe Also the following: [1095]288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures __________________________________________________________________ [1096]Holy Days: St. Luke 292. What thanks and praise to thee we owe L.M. [1097]Ely: Thomas Turton, 1844 William D. Maclagan, 1873 What thanks and praise to thee we owe, O Priest and Sacrifice divine, For thy dear saint through whom we know So many a gracious word of thine; Whom thou didst choose to tell the tale Of all thy manhood's toils and tears, And for a moment lift the veil That hides thy boyhood's spotless years. And still the Church through all her days Uplifts the strains that never cease, The blessed Virgin's hymn of praise, The aged Simeon's words of peace. O happy saint! whose sacred page, So rich in words of truth and love, Pours on the Church from age to age This healing unction from above; The witness of the Savior's life, The great apostle's chosen friend Through weary years of toil and strife, And still found faithful to the end. So grant us, Lord, like him to live, Beloved by man, approved by thee, Till thou at last the summons give, And we, with him, thy face shall see. __________________________________________________________________ St. Simon and St. Jude [1098]293 For thy dear saints, O Lord __________________________________________________________________ [1099]Holy Days: St. Simon and St. Jude 293. For thy dear saints, O Lord S.M. [1100]St. George: Henry John Gauntlett (1805-1875) [1101]Minto: George C. Crook, 1918 Richard Mant, 1837; Alt. For thy dear saints, O Lord, Who strove in thee to live, Who followed thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. For thy dear saints, O Lord, Who strove in thee to die, Who counted thee their great reward, Accept our thankful cry. Thine earthly members fit To join thy saints above, In one communion ever knit, One fellowship of love. Jesus, thy Name we bless And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness Who lived and died for thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ All Saints [1102]294 The saints of God! their conflict past [1103]295 For all the saints, who from their labors rest [1104]296 Who are these like stars appearing [1105]297 Hark! the sound of holy voices [1106]298 Who are these in bright array [1107]299 Let saints on earth in concert sing [1108]300 Lo! what a cloud of witnesses [1109]301 Give me the wings of faith to rise [1110]302 How bright these glorious spirits shine Also the following: [1111]85 The Son of God goes forth to war [1112]266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones __________________________________________________________________ [1113]Holy Days: All Saints 294. The saints of God! their conflict past Six 8's [1114]Beati: John Stainer, 1873 William D. Maclagan, 1870 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: O happy saints! for ever blest, 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 appall: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! The saints of God! life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: O happy saints! for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! 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: O happy saints! rejoice and sing: He quickly comes, your Lord and King! O God of saints! to thee we cry, O Savior! plead for us on high; O Holy Ghost! our Guide and Friend, Grant us thy grace till life shall end; That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1115]Holy Days: All Saints 295. For all the saints, who from their labors rest 10.10.10.4 [1116]Sarum: Joseph Barnby, 1868 Refrain W. Walsham How, 1864 For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy Name, O Jesus, be for ever blessed, Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might: Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, the one true Light. O 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. O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on his way. 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, Alleluia! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1117]Holy Days: All Saints 296. Who are these like stars appearing 8.7.8.7.7.7 [1118]All Saints: Darmstadt, 1698 German; Heinrich T. Schenck, 1719; Tr. Frances E. Cox, 1841; rev., 1864 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? Alleluia! hark, they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, These in God's own truth arrayed, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose luster ne'er shall fade, Ne'er be touched by time's rude hand? Whence comes all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng: These, who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained. These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified: Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. These, like priests, have watched and waited, Offering up to Christ their will, Soul and body consecrated, Day and night they serve him still. Now in God's most holy place, Blest they stand before his face. __________________________________________________________________ [1119]Holy Days: All Saints 297. Hark! the sound of holy voices 8.7.8.7.D. [1120]Sanctuary: John B. Dykes, 1871 [1121]Moultrie: Gerard Francis Cobb (1838-1904) Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 Hark! the sound of holy voices, Chanting at the crystal sea, Alleluia, alleluia, Alleluia, Lord, to thee: Multitude which none can number, Like the stars in glory stands, Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of victory in their hands. Patriarch, and holy prophet, Who prepared the way for Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor, Martyr and evangelist; Saintly maiden, godly matron, Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing To the Lord of all, are there. Marching with thy cross, their banner, They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Savior and their King. Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered; Gladly, Lord, with thee they died; And by death to life immortal They were born and glorified. Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite: Love and peace they taste for ever, And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision Of the blessed Trinity. __________________________________________________________________ [1122]Holy Days: All Saints 298. Who are these in bright array Eight 7's [1123]St. Edmund (Steggall): Charles Steggall, 1849 James Montgomery, 1819; Alt. Who are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Tuning their triumphant song? "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches to obtain, New dominion every hour." These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God, Sealed with his eternal Name; Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb amidst the throne Shall to living fountains lead: Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels their fears, And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away all tears. __________________________________________________________________ [1124]Holy Days: All Saints 299. Let saints on earth in concert sing C.M. [1125]St. Flavian: John Day, Psalter, 1562 Charles Wesley, 1759 Let saints on earth in concert sing With those whose work is done; For all the servants of our King In heaven and earth are one. One family, we dwell in him, One Church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. E'en now to their eternal home There pass some spirits blest; While others to the margin come, Waiting their call to rest. Jesus, be thou our constant Guide Then, when the word is given, Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, And bring us safe to heaven. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1126]Holy Days: All Saints 300. Lo! what a cloud of witnesses C.M. [1127]Albano: Vincent Novello, 1800 Scotch Paraphrase, 1745 Lo! what a cloud of witnesses Encompass us around! Men once like us with suffering tried, But now with glory crowned. Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired, Strive in the Christian race; And, freed from every weight of sin, Their holy footsteps trace. Behold a Witness nobler still, Who trod affliction's path; Jesus, the author, finisher, Rewarder of our faith. He, for the joy before him set, And moved by pitying love, Endured the cross, despised the shame, And now he reigns above. Thither, forgetting things behind, Press we to God's right hand; There, with the Saviour and his saints, Triumphantly to stand. __________________________________________________________________ [1128]Holy Days: All Saints 301. Give me the wings of faith to rise C.M. [1129]Southwell: Herbert Stephen Irons, 1861 Isaac Watts, 1709 Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven. __________________________________________________________________ [1130]Holy Communion: Introits 302. How bright these glorious spirits shine C.M.D. [1131]Roseate Hues: Joseph Barnby (1838-1896) Isaac Watts, 1707; William Cameron, 1781 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? Lo, these are they from sufferings great, Who came to realms of light: And in the blood of Christ have washed 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 every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. The Lamb which reigns upon the throne Shall o'er them still preside; Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ III. SACRAMENTS AND RITES __________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________ HOLY COMMUNION Introits To be sung with the appropriate doxology. [1132]303 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat [1133]304 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare [1134]305 O for a closer walk with God [1135]306 Lord, for ever at thy side [1136]307 O 'twas a joyful sound to hear [1137]308 O come, loud anthems let us sing [1138]309 Before Jehovah's awful throne [1139]310 Call Jehovah thy salvation [1140]311 God, my King, thy might confessing [1141]312 God of mercy, God of grace [1142]313 As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs [1143]314 My soul with patience waits [1144]315 I love thy kingdom, Lord [1145]316 Jesus, the very thought of thee [1146]317 The Lord my pasture shall prepare [1147]318 Bless the Lord, my soul Also the following: [1148]42 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah [1149]44 Sweet is the work, my God, my King [1150]119 O thou to whose all-searching sight [1151]213 A mighty Fortress is our God [1152]214 God is our stronghold and our stay [1153]225 My spirit on thy care [1154]237 When all thy mercies, O my God [1155]249 All people that on earth do dwell [1156]250 From all that dwell below the skies [1157]252 The spacious firmament on high [1158]254 How wondrous and great [1159]255 O worship the King [1160]258 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven [1161]326 The King of love my Shepherd is [1162]445 O God, our help in ages past [1163]446 O God of Bethel [1164]465 We love the place, O God [1165]467 Pleasant are thy courts above [1166]468 Glorious things of thee are spoken [1167]487 Arm of the Lord, awake! awake [1168]489 Blest be the tie that binds __________________________________________________________________ [1169]Holy Communion: Introits 303. Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat C.M. [1170]Spohr: Arr. from Louis Spohr, 1835 John Newton, 1779 DOXOLOGY Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, thou hast died! O wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious Name. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1171]Holy Communion: Introits 304. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare Four 7's [1172]Brasted: Georg P. Weimar, 1780 John Newton, 1779 DOXOLOGY Come, my soul, thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee, Nay. Thou art coming to a King: Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. With my burden I begin: Lord, remove this load of sin; Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. Lord, I come to thee for rest; Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my guide, my guard, my friend, Lead me to my journey's end. Show me what I have to do; Every hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith; Let me die thy people's death. Holy Father, Holy Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One! Glory, as of old, to thee, Now, and evermore shall be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1173]Holy Communion: Introits 305. O for a closer walk with God C.M [1174]Beatitudo: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 William Cowper, 1772 DOXOLOGY O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1175]Holy Communion: Introits 306. Lord, for ever at thy side Four 7's [1176]Seymour: Arr. from Carl Maria von Weber (1786-1826) Psalm 131 James Montgomery, 1822 DOXOLOGY Lord, for ever at thy side Let my place and portion be: Strip me of the robe of pride, Clothe me with humility. Meekly may my soul receive, All thy Spirit hath revealed; Thou hast spoken; I believe, Though the oracle be sealed. Humble as a little child, Weaned from the mother's breast, By no subtleties beguiled, On thy faithful word I rest. Israel now and evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust; Him, in all his ways, adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One! Glory, as of old, to thee, Now and evermore shall be. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1177]Holy Communion: Introits 307. O 'twas a joyful sound to hear C.M. [1178]Mt. Sion: Horatio Parker, 1888 Psalm 122 Tate and Brady, 1698 DOXOLOGY O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say, Up, Israel! to the temple haste, And keep your festal day. At Salem's courts we must appear, With our assembled powers, In strong and beauteous order ranged, Like her united towers. O ever pray for Salem's peace; For they shall prosperous be, Thou holy city of our God, Who bear true love to thee. May peace within thy sacred walls A constant guest be found; With plenty and prosperity Thy palaces be crowned. For my dear brethren's sake, and friends No less than brethren dear, I'll pray, May peace in Salem's towers A constant guest appear. But most of all I'll seek thy good, And ever wish thee well, For Sion and the temple's sake, Where God vouchsafes to dwell. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1179]Holy Communion: Introits 308. O come, loud anthems let us sing L.M. [1180]Park Street: Frederick M. A. Venua, c. 1810 Psalm 95 Tate and Brady, 1698; Alt. DOXOLOGY O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King, And high our grateful voices raise, As our Salvation's Rock we praise. Into his presence let us haste To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his Name belongs. For God the Lord, enthroned in state, Is with unrivaled glory great; The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command. O let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Low on our knees with reverence fall, And on the Lord our Maker call. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1181]Holy Communion: Introits 309. Before Jehovah's awful throne L.M. [1182]Winchester New: Hamburg, 1690 Psalm 100 Isaac Watts, 1719; Arr. John Wesley DOXOLOGY Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. His sovereign power without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy Name? We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1183]Holy Communion: Introits 310. Call Jehovah thy salvation 8.7.8.7 [1184]Trust: Felix Mendelssohn, 1840 Psalm 91 James Montgomery, 1822 DOXOLOGY Call Jehovah thy salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; In his secret habitation Dwell, and never be dismayed. There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; Guile nor violence can harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. God shall charge his angel legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep: Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of his protection, He will shield thee from above. Thou shalt call on him in trouble, He will hearken, he will save; Here for grief reward thee double, Crown with life beyond the grave. Praise the Father, earth and heaven, Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, As it was, and is, be given Glory through eternal days. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1185]Holy Communion: Introits 311. God, my King, thy might confessing 8.7.8.7 [1186]Stuttgart: Gotha, 1715 Psalm 145 Richard Mant, 1824 DOXOLOGY God, my King, thy might confessing, Ever will I bless thy Name; Day by day thy throne addressing, Still will I thy praise proclaim. Honor great our God befitteth; Who his majesty can reach? Age to age his works transmitteth, Age to age his power shall teach. They shall talk of all thy glory, On thy might and greatness dwell, Speak of thy dread acts the story, And thy deeds of wonder tell. Nor shall fail from memory's treasure Works by love and mercy wrought, Works of love surpassing measure, Works of mercy passing thought. Full of kindness and compassion, Slow to anger, vast in love, God is good to all creation; All his works his goodness prove. All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee; Thee shall all thy saints adore: King supreme shall they confess thee, And proclaim thy sovereign power. Praise the Father, earth and heaven, Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, As it was, and is, be given Glory through eternal days. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1187]Holy Communion: Introits 312. God of mercy, God of grace Six 7's [1188]Heathlands: Henry Smart, 1866 Psalm 67 Henry F. Lyte, 1834 DOXOLOGY God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness of thy face; Shine upon us, Savior, shine, Fill thy Church with light divine; And thy saving health extend Unto earth's remotest end. Let the people praise thee, Lord; Be by all that live adored; Let the nations shout and sing Glory to their Savior King; At thy feet their tribute pay, And thy holy will obey. Let the people praise thee, Lord; Earth shall then her fruits afford; God to man his blessings give, Man to God devoted live; All below, and all above, One in joy, and light, and love. Praise the Name of God most high, Praise him, all below the sky, Praise him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; As through countless ages past, Evermore his praise shall last. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1189]Holy Communion: Introits 313. As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs Four 10's [1190]Pax Dei: John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 Psalm 42 Latin Version by Robert Lowth, 1753; Tr. George Gregory, 1787 DOXOLOGY As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs, That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase, So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings, So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling place. Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedious day; And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay. Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid? Thy God, the God of mercy still shall prove; Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid: Unquestioned be his faithfulness and love. To God the Father, and to God the Son, To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One, Be praise from all on earth and all in heaven, As was, and is, and ever shall be given. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1191]Holy Communion: Introits 314. My soul with patience waits S.M. [1192]Festal Song: William H. Walter, 1894 [1193]Swabia: Johann M. Spiess, 1745 Psalm 130 Tate and Brady, 1698 DOXOLOGY My soul with patience waits For thee, the living Lord: My hopes are on thy promise built, Thy never-failing word. My longing eyes look out For thy enlivening ray, More duly than the morning watch To spy the dawning day. Let Israel trust in God; No bounds his mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows; Whose friendly streams to us Supplies in want convey; A healing spring, a spring to cleanse And wash our guilt away. To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit, ever blest, The One in Three, the Three in One, Be endless praise addressed. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1194]Holy Communion: Introits 315. I love thy kingdom, Lord S.M. [1195]St. Thomas (Williams): Aaron Williams, 1763 Timothy Dwight, 1800 DOXOLOGY I love thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. Jesus, thou friend divine, Our Savior and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as thy truth shall last, To Sion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. To God, the Father, Son And Spirit, ever blest, The One in Three, the Three in One, Be endless praise addressed. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1196]Holy Communion: Introits 316. Jesus, the very thought of thee C.M. [1197]St. Agnes: John Bacchus Dykes, 1866 [1198]Sawley: James Walch, 1860 Latin; St. Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153); Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849; Alt. DOXOLOGY Jesus, the very thought of thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name, The Savior of mankind. O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but his loved ones know. Jesus, our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be; In thee be all our glory now, And through eternity. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1199]Holy Communion: Introits 317. The Lord my pasture shall prepare Six 8's [1200]Carey: Henry Carey, 1723 Psalm 23 Joseph Addison, 1712 DOXOLOGY The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. Amen. O God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be glory in the highest given, By all in earth, and all in heaven, As was through ages heretofore, Is now, and shall be evermore. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1201]Holy Communion: Introits 318. Bless the Lord, my soul S.M. [1202]St. Thomas (Williams): Aaron Williams, 1763 Psalm 103 James Montgomery, 1819 DOXOLOGY Bless the Lord, my soul! His grace to thee proclaim! And all that is within me join To bless his holy Name! O bless the Lord, my soul! His mercies bear in mind! Forget not all his benefits! The Lord to thee is kind. He will not always chide; He will with patience wait; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. He pardons all thy sins; Prolongs thy feeble breath; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. He clothes thee with his love; Upholds thee with his truth; And like the eagle he renews The vigor of thy youth. Then bless his holy Name, Whose grace hath made thee whole, Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days! O bless the Lord, my soul! O God, the Father, Son, And Spirit ever blest, The One in Three, the Three in One, Be endless praise addressed. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ HOLY COMMUNION The Offertory [1203]319 We give thee but thine own Also the following: [1204]339 Let all mortal flesh keep silence __________________________________________________________________ [1205]Holy Communion: The Offertory 319. We give thee but thine own S.M. [1206]Cambridge: Ralph Harrison, c. 1784 W. Walsham How, 1858 We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from thee. May we thy bounties thus As stewards true receive, And gladly, as thou blessest us, To thee our first-fruits give. O hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled Are straying from the Fold! To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below. The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing. And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be; Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ HOLY COMMUNION The Communion [1207]320 According to thy gracious word [1208]321 O God, unseen yet ever near [1209]322 Jesus, gentlest Savior [1210]323 I am not worthy, holy Lord [1211]324 Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless [1212]325 I hunger and I thirst [1213]326 The King of love my Shepherd is [1214]327 Jesus, to thy table led [1215]328 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts [1216]329 My God, and is thy table spread [1217]330 Draw nigh and take the Body of the Lord [1218]331 O saving Victim, opening wide [1219]332 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed [1220]333 And now, O Father, mindful of the love [1221]334 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face [1222]335 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored [1223]336 Bread of the world, in mercy broken [1224]337 Thou, who at thy first Eucharist didst pray [1225]338 Now, my tongue, the mystery telling [1226]339 Let all mortal flesh keep silence [1227]340 Let thy Blood in mercy poured Also the following: [1228]193 Alleluia! sing to Jesus __________________________________________________________________ [1229]Holy Communion: The Communion 320. According to thy gracious word C.M. [1230]St. Magnus (Clark): Jeremiah Clark, c. 1709 James Montgomery, 1825 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. Thy Body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; The cup, thy precious Blood, I take, And thus remember thee. Gethsemane, can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat. And not remember thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Then, Lord, remember me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1231]Holy Communion: The Communion 321. O God, unseen yet ever near C.M. [1232]Meditation: John M. Gower, 1890 Edward Osler, 1836; Alt. O God, unseen yet ever near, Thy presence may we feel; And thus inspired with holy fear, Before thine altar kneel. Here may thy faithful people know The blessings of thy love, The streams that through the desert flow, The manna from above. We come, obedient to thy word, To feast on heavenly food; Our meat the Body of the Lord, Our drink his precious Blood. Thus may we all thy word obey, For we, O God, are thine; And go rejoicing on our way, Renewed with strength divine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1233]Holy Communion: The Communion 322. Jesus, gentlest Savior 6.5.6.5 [1234]Eudoxia: Sabine Baring-Gould, 1868 Frederick William Faber, 1854; Alt. Jesus, gentlest Savior, God of might and power, Thou thyself art dwelling With us at this hour. Nature cannot hold thee, Heaven is all too strait For thine endless glory And thy royal state. Out beyond the shining Of the farthest star, Thou art ever stretching Infinitely far. Yet the hearts of children Hold what worlds cannot, And the God of wonders Loves the lowly spot. Jesus, gentlest Savior, Thou art with us now; Fill us with thy goodness Till our hearts o'erflow. Multiply our graces; Give us love and fear, And, dear Lord, the chiefest, Grace to persevere! O how can we thank thee For a gift like this, Gift that truly maketh Heaven's eternal bliss? Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1235]Holy Communion: The Communion 323. I am not worthy, holy Lord C.M. [1236]Albano: Vincent Novello, 1800 Henry W. Baker, 1875 I am not worthy, holy Lord, l That thou shouldst come to me; Speak but the word: one gracious word Can set the sinner free. I am not worthy; cold and bare The lodging of my soul; How canst thou deign to enter there? Lord, speak, and make me whole. I am not worthy; yet, my God, How can I say Thee nay; Thee, who didst give thy Flesh and Blood My ransom price to pay? O come! in this sweet morning hour Feed me with food divine; And fill with all thy love and power This worthless heart of mine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1237]Holy Communion: The Communion 324. Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless C.M. [1238]St. Agnes (Dykes): John Bacchus Dykes, 1866 James Montgomery, 1825; Alt.; cento. Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless Thy chosen pilgrim flock, With manna in the wilderness, With water from the rock. Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak, As thou when here below, Our souls the joys celestial seek Which from thy sorrows flow. We would not live by bread alone, But by thy word of grace, In strength of which we travel on To our abiding-place. Be known to us in breaking bread, But do not then depart; Savior, abide with us, and spread Thy table in our heart. Lord, sup with us in love divine; Thy Body and thy Blood, That living bread, that heavenly wine, Be our immortal food. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1239]Holy Communion: The Communion 325. I hunger and I thirst Four 6's [1240]Moseley: Henry Smart, 1881 John S. B. Monsell, 1866 I hunger and I thirst; Jesus, my Manna be: Ye living Waters, burst Out of the rock for me. Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die! Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with thine, Refresh my soul with love. Rough paths my feet have trod, Since first the course began; Feed me, thou Bread of God; Help me, thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living Waters, rise Within me evermore! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1241]Holy Communion: The Communion 326. The King of love my Shepherd is 8.7.8.7 [1242]Dominus Regit Me: John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 Psalm 23 Henry W. Baker, 1868 The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am his, And he is mine for ever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul he leadeth, And, where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love he sought me, And on his shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. In death's dark vale I fear no ill With thee, dear Lord, beside me; Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me. Thou spread'st a table in my sight; Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From thy pure chalice floweth! And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never: Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise Within thy house for ever. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1243]Holy Communion: The Communion 327. Jesus, to thy table led 7.7.7 [1244]Lacrymae: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1872 Robert H. Baynes, 1864 Jesus, to thy table led, Now let every heart be fed With the true and living Bread. While in penitence we kneel, Thy blest presence let us feel, All thy wondrous love reveal. While on thy dear cross we gaze, Mourning o'er our sinful ways, Turn our sadness into praise. When we taste the mystic wine, Of thine outpoured Blood the sign; Fill our hearts with love divine. Draw us to thy wounded side, Whence there flowed the healing tide; There our sins and sorrows hide. From the bonds of sin release; Cold and wavering faith increase; Lamb of God, grant us thy peace. Lead us by thy pierced hand, Till around thy throne we stand, In the bright and better land. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1245]Holy Communion: The Communion 328. Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts L.M. [1246]St. Bernard: William Henry Monk, 1861 [1247]Christe Redemptor: Sarum Plainsong, Mode I Latin; Bernard of Clairvaux, c. 1160; Tr. Ray Palmer, 1858 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts We turn unfilled to thee again. Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on thee call; To them that seek thee, thou art good, To them that find thee, all in all. We taste thee, O thou living Bread! And long to feast upon thee still; We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, And thirst from thee our souls to fill! Our restless spirits yearn for thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast O Jesus, ever with us stay! Make all our moments calm and bright! Chase the dark night of sin away! Shed o'er the world thy holy light! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1248]Holy Communion: The Communion 329. My God, and is thy table spread L.M. [1249]Rockingham (Miller): Adapted by Edward Miller, 1790 Philip Doddridge, 1755; cento. My God, and is thy table spread, And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them thy sweet mercies know. Hail! sacred Feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his Flesh and Blood: Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food. O let thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests: And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord, In countless numbers let them come; And gather from their Father's board The Bread that lives beyond the tomb. Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run; Till with this Bread all men be blest, Who see the light or feel the sun. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1250]Holy Communion: The Communion 330. Draw nigh and take the Body of the Lord 10.10 [1251]Lammas: Arthur H. Brown, 1868 Latin, 7th cent.; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1861 Draw nigh and take the Body of the Lord, And drink the holy Blood for you outpoured. Saved by that Body and that holy Blood, With souls refreshed, we render thanks to God. Salvation's giver, Christ, the only Son, By his dear cross and Blood the victory won. Offered was he for greatest and for least Himself the Victim, and himself the Priest. Victims were offered by the law of old, That in a type celestial mysteries told. He, Ransomer from death, and Light from shade Now gives his holy grace, his saints to aid. Approach ye then with faithful hearts sincere, And take the safeguard of salvation here. He, that his saints in this world rules and shields, To all believers life eternal yields; With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole, Gives living waters to the thirsting soul. Alpha and Omega, to whom shall bow All nations at the doom, is with us now. __________________________________________________________________ [1252]Holy Communion: The Communion 331. O saving Victim, opening wide L.M. [1253]St. Vincent: Sigismund Neukomm (1778-1858); ad., James Uglow, 1868 [1254]Aeterne Rex: Sarum Plainsong, Mode VIII Alternative modern tune [1255]Melcombe, [1256]No. 1; which was composed for these words. Latin; Thomas Aquinas (c. 1227-1294); Tr. Edward Caswall, 1849 O saving Victim, opening wide The gate of heaven to man below, Our foes press on from every side, Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow. All praise and thanks to thee ascend For evermore, blest One in Three; O grant us life that shall not end, In our true native land with thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1257]Holy Communion: The Communion 332. Bread of heaven, on thee we feed Six 7's [1258]Bread of Heaven: William D. MacLagan, 1875 Josiah Conder, 1824; Alt. Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy Flesh is meat indeed; Ever may our souls be fed With this true and living Bread; Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died. Vine of heaven, thy Blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give, To thy cross we look and live: Jesus, may we ever be Grafted, rooted, built in thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1259]Holy Communion: The Communion 333. And now, O Father, mindful of the love Six 10's [1260]Unde Et Memores: William Henry Monk, 1875 William Bright, 1874 And now, O Father, mindful of the love That bought us, once for all, on Calvary's tree, And having with us him that pleads above, We here present, we here spread forth to thee, That only offering perfect in thine eyes, The one true, pure, immortal sacrifice. Look, Father, look on his anointed face, And only look on us as found in him; Look not on our misusings of thy grace Our prayer so languid, and our faith so dim; For lo! between our sins and their reward, We set the Passion of thy Son our Lord. And then for those, our dearest and our best, By this prevailing presence we appeal; O fold them closer to thy mercy's breast! O do thine utmost for their souls' true weal! From tainting mischief keep them white and clear, And crown thy gifts with strength to persevere. And so we come; O draw us to thy feet, Most patient Savior, who canst love us still! And by this Food, so awful and so sweet, Deliver us from every touch of ill: In thine own service make us glad and free, And grant us nevermore to part with thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1261]Holy Communion: The Communion 334. Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face Four 10's [1262]Penitentia: Edward Dearle, 1880 Horatius Bonar, 1855 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace, And all my weariness upon thee lean. Here would I feed upon the Bread of God; Here drink with thee the royal Wine of heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. I have no help but thine; nor do I need Another arm save thine to lean upon; It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed; My strength is in thy might, thy might alone. Mine is the sin, but thine the righteousness: Mine is the guilt, but thine the cleansing Blood: Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace; Thy Blood, thy righteousness, O Lord my God! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1263]Holy Communion: The Communion 335. By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored 8.8.8.4 [1264]St. Gabriel: F. A. Gore Ouseley, 1868 George Rawson, 1857, text of 1876 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored, We keep the memory adored, And show the death of our dear Lord, Until he come. His Body broken in our stead Is here, in this memorial bread; And so our feeble love is fed, Until he come. His fearful drops of agony, His Life-blood shed for us we see: The wine shall tell the mystery, Until he come. And thus that dark betrayal night, With the last Advent we unite The shame, the glory, by this rite, Until he come. Until the trump of God be heard, Until the ancient graves be stirred, And with the great commanding word, The Lord shall come. O blessed hope! with this elate, Let not our hearts be desolate, But strong in faith, in patience wait, Until he come! __________________________________________________________________ [1265]Holy Communion: The Communion 336. Bread of the world, in mercy broken 9.8.9.8 [1266]Eucharistic Hymn: John S. B. Hodges, 1868 Reginald Heber, pub. 1827 Bread of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead; Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed; And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1267]Holy Communion: The Communion 337. Thou, who at thy first Eucharist didst pray Six 10's [1268]Sacramentum Unitatis: Charles H. Lloyd, 1885 William H. Turton, 1881 Thou, who at thy first Eucharist didst pray, That all thy Church might be for ever one, Grant us at every Eucharist to say With longing heart and soul, "Thy will be done." O may we all one Bread, one Body be, Through this blest Sacrament of Unity. For all thy Church, O Lord, we intercede; Make thou our sad divisions soon to cease; Draw us the nearer each to each, we plead, By drawing all to thee, O Prince of Peace; Thus may we all one Bread, one Body be, Through this blest Sacrament of Unity. We pray thee, too, for wanderers from Thy fold, O bring them back, good Shepherd of the sheep, Back to the faith which saints believed of old, Back to the Church which still that faith doth keep; Soon may we all one Bread, one Body be, Through this blest Sacrament of Unity. So, Lord, at length when Sacraments shall cease, May we be one with all thy Church above, One with thy saints in one unbroken peace, One with thy saints in one unbounded love; More blessed still, in peace and love to be One with the Trinity in Unity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1269]Holy Communion: The Communion 338. Now, my tongue, the mystery telling 8.7.8.7.8.7 [1270]St. Thomas (Wade): J. F. Wade, Cantus Diversi, 1751 For Part I: [1271]Pange Lingua: Sarum Plainsong, Mode III; trans. For Part I: [1272]Tantum Ergo (Spanish): Spanish Plainsong, Mode V [1273]Oriel, [1274]No. 89 and [1275]Dulce Carmen, [1276]No. 110 were composed for this hymn. PART I PART II Latin; St. Thomas Aquinas (c. 1227-1274); Oxford Hymn Book Now, my tongue, the mystery telling Of the glorious Body sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the Gentiles' Lord and King, Once on earth amongst us dwelling, Shed for this world's ransoming! Given for us and condescending To be born for us below, He with men in converse blending Dwelt, the seed of truth to sow, Till he closed with wondrous ending His most patient life of woe. That last night at supper lying, Mid the Twelve, his chosen band, Jesus, with the Law complying, Keeps the Feast its rites demand; Then, more precious food supplying, Gives himself with his own hand. Word-made-flesh true bread he maketh By his word his Flesh to be; Wine his Blood; which whoso taketh Must from carnal thoughts be free; Faith alone, though sight forsaketh, Shows true hearts the mystery. Therefore we, before him bending, This great Sacrament revere; Types and shadows have their ending, For the newer rite is here; Faith, our outward sense befriending, Makes our inward vision clear. Glory let us give and blessing To the Father and the Son, Honour, thanks, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run; Ever too his love confessing Who from Both with Both is One. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1277]Holy Communion: The Communion 339. Let all mortal flesh keep silence 8.7.8.7.8.7 [1278]Picardy: French Folksong Greek; Liturgy of St. James; Tr. Gerard Moultrie, 1864 Let all mortal flesh keep silence, And with fear and trembling stand; Ponder nothing earthly-minded, For with blessing in his hand, Christ our God to earth descendeth, Our full homage to demand. King of kings, yet born of Mary, As of old on earth he stood Lord of lords, in human vesture -- In the Body and the Blood -- He will give to all the faithful His own self for heavenly food. Rank on rank the host of heaven Spreads its vanguard on the way, As the Light of Light descendeth From the realms of endless day, That the powers of hell may vanish As the darkness clears away. At his feet the six-winged seraph; Cherubim with sleepless eye, Veil their faces to the Presence, As with ceaseless voice they cry, Alleluia, alleluia, Alleluia, Lord most high. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1279]Holy Communion: The Communion 340. Let thy Blood in mercy poured 7.8.7.8.7.7 [1280]Louise: Johann Crueger, 1658 Greek; Tr. John Brownlie, 1907 Let thy Blood in mercy poured, Let thy gracious Body broken, Be to me, O gracious Lord, Of thy boundless love the token. Thou didst give thyself for me, Now I give myself to thee. Thou didst die that I might live; Blessed Lord, thou cam'st to save me: All that love of God could give Jesus by his sorrows gave me. Thou didst give thyself for me, Now I give myself to thee. By the thorns that crowned thy brow, By the spear-wound and the nailing, By the pain and death, I now Claim, O Christ, thy love unfailing. Thou didst give thyself for me, Now I give myself to thee. Wilt thou own the gift I bring? All my penitence I give thee; Thou art my exalted King, Of thy matchless love forgive me. Thou didst give thyself for me, Now I give myself to Thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Holy Baptism [1281]341 A little child the Savior came [1282]342 Father of heaven, who hast created all [1283]343 Savior, who thy flock art feeding [1284]344 In token that thou shalt not fear [1285]345 O let the children come to me __________________________________________________________________ [1286]Holy Baptism 341. A little child the Savior came L.M. [1287]Alstone: Christopher Edwin Willing, 1868 William Robertson, 1861 A little child the Savior came, The Mighty God was still his Name; And angels worshipped as he lay, The seeming infant of a day. He who a little child began The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, "Let little children come to me." We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of cleansing water name them thine: Their souls with saving grace endow, Baptize them with thy Spirit now. O give thy angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in thy way to guard; Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon thy hand. O Thou who by an infant's tongue Dost hear thy perfect glory sung, May these, with all the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1288]Holy Baptism 342. Father of heaven, who hast created all 10.6.10.6.8.8.4 [1289]St. Francis: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 German; Albert Knapp, 1841; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858; alt. Father of heaven, who hast created all In wisest love, we pray, Look on this child, who at thy gracious call Is entering on life's way! O make it thine, thy blessing give, That to thy glory it may live, Father of heaven! O Son of God, atoning Lord, behold We bring this child to thee; Take it, O loving Shepherd, to thy Fold For ever thine to be: Defend it through this earthly strife, And lead it in the path of life, O Son of God! O Holy Ghost, who broodest o'er the wave, Descend upon this child; Give it undying life, its spirit lave With waters undefiled; And make it evermore to be A child of God, a home for thee, O Holy Ghost! O Triune God, what thou hast willed is done; We speak: but thine the might; This child hath scarce yet seen our earthly sun, Yet pour on it thy light Of faith, and hope, and joyful love, Thou Sun of all below, above, O Triune God. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1290]Holy Baptism 343. Savior, who thy flock art feeding 8.7.8.7 [1291]Evening Prayer (Stainer): John Stainer, 1898 William A. Muehlenberg, 1826 Savior, who thy flock art feeding, With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs thy bosom share: Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in thy gracious arm; There we know, thy word believing, Only there secure from harm. Never from thy pasture roving Let them be the lion's prey; Let thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them all life's dangerous way. Then, within thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1292]Holy Baptism 344. In token that thou shalt not fear C.M. [1293]Tallis' Ordinal: Thomas Tallis, 1567 Henry Alford, 1832 In token that thou shalt not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thee here, And stamp thee his alone. In token that thou shalt not blush To glory in his Name, We blazon here upon thy front His glory and his shame. In token that thou too shalt tread The path he traveled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame, And sit thee down on high; Thus outwardly and visibly We seal thee for his own: And may the brow that wears his cross Hereafter share his crown. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1294]Holy Baptism 345. O let the children come to me 8.7.8.7.D.,6 [1295]Sussex (Douglas): English Folksong Arr., harm., Winfred Douglas, 1918 Swedish, Johan O. Wallin (1779-1839); Tr. G. Mott Williams, 1915 "O let the children come to me," Dear Savior, thou commandest: And for these innocents we see How thou in welcome standest. Still goes thy Spirit freely forth, To gladden souls that need thee, And thou bestowest heavenly birth, If they like children heed thee, For theirs the kingdom is. By water and the Spirit thou Our sinful nature cleansest; Thy word doth show the path to go, And daily grace thou sendest. O may thy sanctifying love Surround us all with blessing; And may we all thy favour prove In daily thee confessing, Abiding close to thee. O soul of man, remember well The holy Name thou bearest: Of everything that tongue can tell That Name is still the dearest. O child of God, his voice attend, Live worthy of his choosing; For he is thy eternal friend: Beware lest thou be losing His grace so freely thine. __________________________________________________________________ Baptism: Adults [1296]346 Soldiers of Christ, arise __________________________________________________________________ [1297]Holy Baptism: Adults 346. Soldiers of Christ, arise S.M. [1298]Silver Street: Isaac Smith, c. 1770 Charles Wesley, 1749; cento. Soldiers of Christ, arise, And put your armour on; Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son. Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power: Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror. Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endued, And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God. From strength to strength go on, Wrestle, and fight, and pray: Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day. That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may overcome, through Christ alone, And stand complete at last. To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit, ever blest, The One in Three, the Three in One Be endless praise addressed. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Catechism [1299]347 Glory to the blessed Jesus [1300]348 Advent tells us Christ is near [1301]349 Once in royal David's city [1302]350 I think when I read that sweet story of old [1303]351 By cool Siloam's shady rill [1304]352 Again the morn of gladness [1305]353 Above the clear blue sky [1306]354 Savior, teach me, day by day [1307]355 Savior, like a shepherd lead us [1308]356 Fairest Lord Jesus [1309]357 Faithful Shepherd, feed me [1310]358 All things bright and beautiful [1311]359 Hushed was the evening hymn [1312]360 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me [1313]361 Jesus, meek and gentle [1314]362 When Jesus left his Father's throne [1315]363 There's a Friend for little children [1316]364 Now the day is over Also the following: [1317]55 Come, thou long-expected Jesus [1318]59 Lord, thy word abideth [1319]78 O little town of Bethlehem [1320]79 It came upon the midnight clear [1321]87 O Lord, the Holy Innocents [1322]90 Jesus, Name of wondrous love [1323]95 Brightest and best [1324]123 Forty days and forty nights [1325]147 In the hour of trial [1326]159 There is a green hill far away [1327]193 Alleluia! sing to Jesus [1328]199 Our blest Redeemer [1329]205 Holy, Holy, Holy [1330]211 My faith looks up to thee [1331]235 O Love that casts out fear [1332]243 Savior, source of every blessing [1333]256 Songs of praise the angels sang [1334]268 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult [1335]277 Blest are the pure in heart [1336]291 Around the throne of God a band [1337]295 For all the saints [1338]322 Jesus, gentlest Savior See also [1339]Baptism, [1340]Confirmation, [1341]Missions, [1342]Brotherhood and Service, [1343]Processionals, and [1344]Carols. __________________________________________________________________ [1345]Catechism 347. Glory to the blessed Jesus 8.5.7.5 [1346]Woodchester: John Napleton (1850-) Anonymous Glory to the blessed Jesus! Who for us was born, In the stable, cold and poor, On glad Christmas morn. Glory to the blessed Jesus Who was crucified On Good Friday for our sins: Loving us he died. Glory to the blessed Jesus! Who for sinners lay In the tomb, and rose upon Happy Easter Day. Glory to the blessed Jesus! He, who is our Way, Went up in a cloud to heaven On Ascension Day. Glory to the blessed Jesus! Who at Whitsuntide Sent his Holy Spirit down With us to abide. Glory to the blessed Jesus! We will praise his love, All our days on earth below, And for aye above. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1347]Catechism 348. Advent tells us Christ is near Four 7's [1348]Innocents: Arr. from G. F. Handel, 1728 Katherine Hankey, 1888 Advent tells us Christ is near; Christmas tells us Christ is here! In Epiphany we trace All the glory of his grace. Those three Sundays before Lent Will prepare us to repent, That in Lent we may begin Earnestly to mourn for sin. Holy Week and Easter, then, Tell who died and rose again: O that happy Easter Day! "Christ is risen indeed," we say. Yes, and Christ ascended, too, To prepare a place for you; So we give him special praise, After those great forty days. Then, he sent the Holy Ghost, On the day of Pentecost, With us ever to abide: Well may we keep Whitsuntide! Last of all, we humbly sing Glory to our God and King, Glory to the One in Three, On the Feast of Trinity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1349]Catechism 349. Once in royal David's city 8.7.8.7.7.7 [1350]Irby: Henry J. Gauntlett, 1858 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848 Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her baby, In a manger for his bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child. He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And his shelter was a stable, And his cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy. And, through all his wondrous childhood, He would honour and obey, Love, and watch the lowly maiden In whose gentle arms he lay; Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as he. For he is our childhood's pattern; Day by day like us he grew; He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us he knew, And he feeleth for our sadness, And he shareth in our gladness. And our eyes at last shall see him, Through his own redeeming love; For that child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above; And he leads his children on To the place where he is gone. Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars his children crowned, All in white shall wait around. __________________________________________________________________ [1351]Catechism 350. I think when I read that sweet story of old 11.8.12.9 [1352]Luke: Greek Folksong; Arr. William B. Bradbury, 1859; Harm. Winfred Douglas, 1918 Jemima Luke, 1841 I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above, In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children shall be with him there, For "of such is the kingdom of heaven." But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. __________________________________________________________________ [1353]Catechism 351. By cool Siloam's shady rill C.M. [1354]Bishopthorpe: Jeremiah Clark, 1700 Reginald Heber, 1812 By cool Siloam's shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose! Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage. O thou whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine, Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1355]Catechism 352. Again the morn of gladness 7.6.7.6.D.6.6.8.4 [1356]Morn of Gladness: Arthur Cottman, 1877 [1357]Claudius: Johann A. P. Schulz, 1800 Refrain John Ellerton, 1874 Again the morn of gladness, The morn of light is here; The earth itself looks fairer, And heaven itself more near; The bells, like angel voices, Speak peace to every breast: And all the land lies quiet To keep the day of rest. Glory be to Jesus, Let all his children say; He rose again, he rose again, On this glad day. Again, O loving Savior, The children of thy grace Prepare themselves to seek thee Within thy chosen place. Our song shall rise to greet thee, If thou our hearts wilt raise; If thou our lips wilt open, Our mouth shall show thy praise. The shining choir of angels That rest not day or night, The crowned and palm-decked martyrs, The saints arrayed in white, The happy lambs of Jesus In pastures fair above-- These all adore and praise him, Whom we too praise and love. The Church on earth rejoices To join with these today; In every tongue and nation She calls her sons to pray; Across the northern snow-fields, Beneath the Indian palms, She makes the same pure offering, And sings the same sweet psalms. Tell out, sweet bells, his praises! Sing, children, sing his Name! Still louder and still farther His mighty deeds proclaim, Till all whom he redeemed Shall own him Lord and King, Till every knee shall worship, And every tongue shall sing, __________________________________________________________________ [1358]Catechism 353. Above the clear blue sky 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 [1359]Children's Voices: Edward J. Hopkins, 1875 John Chandler, 1841 Above the clear blue sky, In heaven's bright abode, The angel host on high Sing praises to their God: Alleluia! They love to sing To God their King Alleluia! But God from children's tongues On earth receiveth praise; We then our cheerful songs In sweet accord will raise: Alleluia! We too will sing To God our King Alleluia! O blessed Lord, thy truth To all thy flock impart, And teach us in our youth To know thee as thou art. Alleluia! Then shall we sing To God our King Alleluia! O may thy holy word Spread all the world around, And all with one accord Uplift the joyful sound: Alleluia! All then shall sing To God their King Alleluia! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1360]Catechism 354. Savior, teach me, day by day Four 7's [1361]Buckland: Leighton G. Hayne, 1863 Jane E. Leeson, 1842 Savior, teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me. With a childlike heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me. Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee; Loving him who first loved me Love in loving finds employ, In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me. Thus may I rejoice to show That I feel the love I owe; Singing, till thy face I see, Of his love who first loved me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1362]Catechism 355. Savior, like a shepherd lead us 8.7.8.7.4.7 [1363]Dismissal (Sicilian Mariners): Sicilian Folksong; Pub., 1794 Anonymous, 1836 Savior, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need thy tender care; In thy pleasant pastures feed us; For our use thy folds prepare: Blessed Jesus! Thou hast bought us, thine we are. Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free: Blessed Jesus! Let us early turn to thee. Early let us seek thy favour, Early let us learn thy will; Do thou, Lord, our only Savior, With thy love our bosoms fill: Blessed Jesus! Thou hast loved us: love us still. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1364]Catechism 356. Fairest Lord Jesus 5.6.8.5.5.8 [1365]Fairest Lord Jesus: Muenster Gesangbuch, 1677 [1366]St. Elizabeth: Silesian Folksong; pub., Leipzig, 1842; harm. T. Tertius Noble, 1918 German; Anonymous, Munster, 1677; Tr. unknown; pub., Richard S. Willis, 1850 Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O thou of God and man the Son; Thee will I cherish, thee will I honor, Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring: Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling, starry host: Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. __________________________________________________________________ [1367]Catechism 357. Faithful Shepherd, feed me 6.5.6.5 [1368]Clewer: Friedrich Filitz, 1847 Thomas B. Pollock, 1868 Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where thy steps are seen. Hold me fast and guide me In the narrow way; So, with thee beside me, I shall never stray. Daily bring me nearer To the heavenly shore; May my faith grow clearer, May I love thee more. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain: Be thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain. Give me joy or sadness, This be all my care, That eternal gladness I with thee may share. Day by day prepare me, As thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To thy promised rest. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1369]Catechism 358. All things bright and beautiful 7.6.7.6, with refrain [1370]Greystone: W. R. Waghorne, 1906 Refrain Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848 All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning That brightens up the sky, All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, We gather every day, He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. __________________________________________________________________ [1371]Catechism 359. Hushed was the evening hymn 6.6.6.6.8.8 [1372]Samuel: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 James D. Burns, 1857 Hushed was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark, The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark, When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel, slept; His watch the temple-child, The little Levite, kept; And what from Eli's sense was sealed, The Lord to Hannah's son revealed. O give me Samuel's ear, The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of thy word! Like him to answer at thy call, And to obey thee first of all. O give me Samuel's heart, A lowly heart, that waits Where in thy house thou art, Or watches at thy gates! By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of thy will. O give me Samuel's mind, A sweet, unmurmuring faith, Obedient and resigned To thee in life and death! That I may read with childlike eyes Truths that are hidden from the wise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1373]Catechism 360. Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me 8.7.8.7 [1374]Brocklesbury: Charlotte A. Barnard, 1868 [1375]Evening Prayer (Stainer): John Stainer, 1898 Mary Duncan, 1839 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me; Bless thy little lamb tonight: Through the darkness be thou near me, Keep me safe till morning light. All this day thy hand has led me, And I thank thee for thy care; Thou hast warmed me, clothed and fed me; Listen to my evening prayer! Let my sins be all forgiven; Bless the friends I love so well: Take us all at last to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell. __________________________________________________________________ [1376]Catechism 361. Jesus, meek and gentle 6.5.6.5 [1377]St. Constantine: William Henry Monk, 1861 George R. Prynne, 1865 Jesus, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Savior, Hear thy children's cry. Pardon our offenses, Loose our captive chains, Break down every idol Which our soul detains. Give us holy freedom Fill our hearts with love; Draw us, holy Jesus, To the realms above. Lead us on our journey, Be thyself the way Through terrestrial darkness To celestial day. Jesus, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Savior, Hear thy children's cry. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1378]Catechism 362. When Jesus left his Father's throne C.M.D. [1379]Noel: English Folksong; Arr. Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 James Montgomery, 1816 When Jesus left his Father's throne, He chose an humble birth; Like us, unhonoured and unknown, He came to dwell on earth. Like him may we be found below In wisdom's path of peace; Like him in grace and knowledge grow, As years and strength increase. Sweet were his words and kind his look, When mothers round him pressed; Their infants in his arms he took, And on his bosom blessed. Safe from the world's alluring harms, Beneath his watchful eye, Thus in the circle of his arms May we for ever lie. When Jesus into Salem rode, The children sang around; For joy they plucked the palms and strowed Their garments on the ground. Hosanna our glad voices raise, Hosanna to our King! Should we forget our Savior's praise, The stones themselves would sing. __________________________________________________________________ [1380]Catechism 363. There's a Friend for little children 7.6.7.6.D. [1381]In Memoriam (Stainer): John Stainer, 1875 [1382]Edengrove: Samuel Smith, 1874 Albert Midlane, 1859 There's a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky, A Friend who never changes, Whose love will never die; Our earthly friends may fail us, And change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy Of that dear Name he bears. There's a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky, Who love the blessed Savior, And to the Father cry; A rest from every turmoil, From sin and sorrow free, Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally. There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy; No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare; For every one is happy Nor could be happier there. There's a song for little children Above the bright blue sky, A song that will not weary, Though sung continually; A song which even angels Can never, never sing; They know not Christ as Savior, But worship him as King. There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky, And all who look for Jesus Shall wear it by and by; All, all above is treasured, And found in Christ alone: Lord, grant thy little children To know thee as their own. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1383]Catechism 364. Now the day is over 6.5.6.5 [1384]Merrial: Joseph Barnby, 1868 [1385]Eudoxia: Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865 Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh; Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky; Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose; With thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. Grant to little children Visions bright of thee; Guard the sailors tossing On the deep, blue sea. Comfort every sufferer Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil From their sins restrain. Through the long night watches, May thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure, and fresh, and sinless In thy holy eyes. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ School Life [1386]365 O Thou whose feet have climbed life's hill [1387]366 We build our school on thee, O Lord [1388]367 Father in heaven, who lovest all __________________________________________________________________ [1389]School Life 365. O Thou whose feet have climbed life's hill C.M. [1390]Dundee: Scottish Psalter, 1615 Louis F. Benson, 1894 O Thou whose feet have climbed life's hill, And trod the path of youth, Our Savior and our Brother still, Now lead us into truth. The call is thine: be thou the Way, And give us men, to guide; Let wisdom broaden with the day, Let human faith abide. Who learn of thee, the truth shall find; Who follow, gain the goal: With reverence crown the earnest mind, And speak within the soul. Awake the purpose high which strives, And, falling, stands again; Confirm the will of eager lives To quit themselves like men: Thy life the bond of fellowship, Thy love the law that rules; Thy Name, proclaimed by every lip, The Master of our schools. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1391]School Life 366. We build our school on thee, O Lord L.M. [1392]Sefton: J. Baptiste Calkin, 1872 Sebastian W. Meyer, 1908 We build our school on thee, O Lord, To thee we bring our common need; The loving heart, the helpful word, The tender thought, the kindly deed. We work together in thy sight, We live together in thy love; Guide thou our faltering steps aright, And lift our thought to heaven above. Hold thou each hand to keep it just, Touch thou our lips and make them pure; If thou art with us, Lord, we must Be faithful friends and comrades sure. We change, but thou art still the same, The same good Master, Teacher, Friend; We change; but, Lord, we bear thy Name, To journey with it to the end. Amen. (Land of our birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be, When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race.) __________________________________________________________________ [1393]School Life 367. Father in heaven, who lovest all L.M. [1394]Pixham: Horatio Parker, 1901 Rudyard Kipling, 1906 Father in heaven, who lovest all, O help thy children when they call; That they may build from age to age An undefiled heritage. Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, thy grace may give The truth whereby the nations live. Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day; That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice. Teach us to look in all our ends On thee for Judge and not our friends; That we, with thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favour of the crowd. Teach us the strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; That, under thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress. Teach us delight in simple things, And mirth that has no bitter springs; Forgiveness free of evil done, And love to all men 'neath the sun. Amen. (Land of our birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died; O Motherland, we pledge to thee Head, heart, and hand through the years to be.) __________________________________________________________________ Litany for Children [1395]368 Jesus, from thy throne on high __________________________________________________________________ [1396]Litany for Children 368. Jesus, from thy throne on high 7.7.7.6 [1397]St. Medan: Harm., William Henry Monk Refrain Thomas B. Pollock, 1871 Jesus, from thy throne on high, Far above the bright blue sky, Look on us with loving eye: Little children need not fear, When they know that thou art near: Thou dost love us, Savior dear: Little hearts may love thee well, Little lips thy love may tell, Little hymns thy praises swell: Little lives may be divine, Little deeds of love may shine, Little ones be wholly thine: Jesus, once an infant small, Cradled in the oxen's stall, Though the God and Lord of all: Once a child so good and fair, Feeling want, and toil, and care, All that we may have to bear: Jesus, thou dost love us still, And it is thy holy will That we should be safe from ill: Be thou with us every day, In our work and in our play, When we learn and when we pray: When we lie asleep at night, Ever may thy angels bright Keep us safe till morning light: Make us brave without a fear, Make us happy, full of cheer, Sure that thou art always near: May we prize our Christian name, May we guard it free from blame, Fearing all that causes shame: May we grow from day to day, Glad to learn each holy way, Ever ready to obey: May we ever try to be From all sinful tempers free, Pure and gentle, Lord, like thee: May our thoughts be undefiled, May our words be true and mild, Make us each a holy child: Jesus, Son of God most high, Who didst in a manger lie, Who upon the cross didst die: Jesus, from thy heavenly throne, Watching o'er each little one, Till our life on earth is done: Jesus, whom we hope to see Calling us in heaven to be Happy evermore with thee: Hear us, Holy Jesus. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Confirmation [1398]369 The cross is on our brow [1399]370 Thine for ever! God of love [1400]371 Holy Spirit, Lord of love [1401]372 My God, accept my heart this day [1402]373 Holy Spirit, Truth divine [1403]374 Lord, thy children guide and keep [1404]375 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest [1405]376 Lord, shall thy children come to thee? [1406]377 Lord, in thy presence dread and sweet [1407]378 Jesus, I my cross have taken [1408]379 O Jesus, I have promised [1409]380 Breathe on me, Breath of God Also the following: [1410]117 He who would valiant be [1411]211 My faith looks up to thee [1412]525 I bind unto myself today [1413]535 Go forward, Christian soldier __________________________________________________________________ [1414]Confirmation 369. The cross is on our brow S.M. [1415]St. Andrew: Joseph Barnby, 1866 William C. Dix, 1869 The cross is on our brow, Redemption's awful sign: Come thou, O Holy Spirit, now, To seal the work divine. Thy sevenfold gifts impart, O Comforter most sweet: Inflame with zeal each lukewarm heart, And guide the trembling feet. With Pentecostal force Thy presence let us feel: With strength, who art thyself its source, Inspire us as we kneel. Confirm in us today The work that thou hast wrought; Illume the souls with love's pure ray Which Jesus' blood hath bought. No earth-forged arms we bear: Strength, weapons, all are thine: Accept each vow and hear each prayer, Blest Trinity divine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1416]Confirmation 370. Thine for ever! God of love Four 7's [1417]Pleyel's Hymn: Ignaz Joseph Pleyel, 1790 Mary F. Maude, 1847 Thine for ever! God of love, Hear us from thy throne above; Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity. Thine for ever! O how blest They who find in thee their rest! Savior, Guardian, heavenly Friend, O defend us to the end! Thine for ever! Lord of life, Shield us through our earthly strife: Thou the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. Thine for ever! Shepherd, keep These thy weak and trembling sheep, Safe alone beneath thy care, Let them all thy goodness share. Thine for ever! Thou our Guide, All our wants by thee supplied; All our sins by thee forgiven, Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1418]Confirmation 371. Holy Spirit, Lord of love Six 7's [1419]Holy Spirit: George F. LeJeune, 1894 William D. Maclagan, 1873 Holy Spirit, Lord of love, Thou who camest from above, Gifts of blessing to bestow On thy waiting Church below; Once again in love draw near To thy children gathered here. From their bright baptismal day, Through their childhood's onward way, Thou hast been their constant Guide, Watching ever by their side; May they now till life shall end, Choose and know thee as their Friend. Give them light thy truth to see, Give them life to live for thee, Daily power to conquer sin, Patient faith the crown to win; Shield them from temptation's breath, Keep them faithful unto death. When the holy vow is made, When the hands are on them laid, Come, in this most solemn hour, With thy sevenfold gifts of power, Come, thou blessed Spirit, come, Make each heart thy happy home. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1420]Confirmation 372. My God, accept my heart this day C.M. [1421]St. Stephen: William Jones, 1789 Matthew Bridges, 1848 My God, accept my heart this day, And make it always thine, That I from thee no more may stray, No more from thee decline. Before the cross of him who died, Behold, I prostrate fall; Let every sin be crucified, And Christ be all in all. Anoint me with thy heavenly grace And seal me for thine own; That I may see thy glorious face, And worship near thy throne. Let every thought, and work, and word, To thee be ever given; Then life shall be thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1422]Confirmation 373. Holy Spirit, Truth divine Four 7's [1423]Sandringham: James Turle (1802-1882) [1424]Lew Trenchard: Cornish Folksong; harm. Winfred Douglas, 1918 Samuel Longfellow, 1864 Holy Spirit, Truth divine, Dawn upon this soul of mine; Breath of God and inward light, Wake my spirit, clear my sight. Holy Spirit, Love divine, Glow within this heart of mine; Kindle every high desire; Perish self in thy pure fire! Holy Spirit, Power divine, Fill and nerve this will of mine; By thee may I strongly live, Bravely bear, and nobly strive. Holy Spirit, Right divine, King within my conscience reign; Be my law, and I shall be Firmly bound, for ever free. Holy Spirit, Peace divine, Still this restless heart of mine; Speak to calm this tossing sea, Stayed in thy tranquillity. Holy Spirit, Joy divine, Gladden thou this heart of mine; In the desert ways I sing, "Spring, O Well, for ever spring." Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1425]Confirmation 374. Lord, thy children guide and keep Six 7's [1426]Bread of Heaven: William D. MacLagan, 1875 W. Walsham How, 1854 Lord, thy children guide and keep, As with feeble steps they press On the pathway rough and steep Through the weary wilderness. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are stony ways to tread; Give the strength we sorely lack. There are tangled paths to thread; Light us, lest we miss the track. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are sandy wastes that lie Cold and sunless, vast and drear, Where the feeble faint and die; Grant us grace to persevere. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. There are soft and flowery glades Decked with golden-fruited trees, Sunny slopes and scented shades; Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease. Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. Upward still to purer heights! Onward yet to scenes more blest, Calmer regions, clearer lights, Till we reach the promised rests Holy Jesus, day by day, Lead us in the narrow way. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1427]Confirmation 375. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest L.M. [1428]Veni, Creator Spiritus: Sarum Plainsong, Mode VIII [1429]Mendon: German; Arr. Samuel Dyer, 1828 Latin; Tr. Edward Caswall and compilers of Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1861; from Richard Mant, 1837; Alt. Come, Holy Ghost, Creator blest, Vouchsafe within our souls to rest; Come with thy grace and heavenly aid, And fill the hearts which thou hast made. To thee, the Comforter, we cry; To thee, the gift of God most high; The Fount of Life, the fire of love, The soul's anointing from above. The sacred, sevenfold grace is thine, Dread Finger of the Hand divine: The promise of the Father thou! Who dost the tongue with power endow. Thy light to every sense impart, And shed thy love in every heart; Thine own unfailing might supply To strengthen our infirmity. Drive far away our ghostly foe, And thine abiding peace bestow; If thou be our preventing guide, No evil can our steps betide. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1430]Confirmation 376. Lord, shall thy children come to thee? Six 8's [1431]St. Matthias: William Henry Monk, 1861 Samuel Hinds, 1834; st. 3, Henry J. Buckoll, 1843 Lord, shall thy children come to thee? A boon of love divine we seek: Brought to thine arms in infancy, Ere heart could feel or tongue could speak, Thy children pray for grace, that they May come themselves to thee today. Lord, shall we come, and come again, Oft as we see thy table spread, And tokens of thy dying pain, The wine poured out, the broken bread? Bless thou, O Lord, thy children's prayer, That they may come and find thee there. Lord, shall we come--not thus alone At holy time or solemn rite, But every hour till life be flown, Through weal or woe, in gloom or light, Come to thy throne of grace, that we In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be? Lord, shall we come, come yet again? Thy children ask one blessing more: To come, not now alone, but then-- When life, and death, and time are o'er; Then, then to come, O Lord, and be Confirmed in heaven, confirmed by thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1432]Confirmation 377. Lord, in thy presence dread and sweet 8.8.6.8.8.6 [1433]Esca Viatorum: John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 [1434]Innsbruck: Heinrich Isaak, 1539; harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Anonymous, c. 1850 Lord, in thy presence dread and sweet, Thine own dear Spirit we entreat His sevenfold gifts to shed On us who fall before thee now, Bearing the cross upon our brow On which our Master bled. Spirit of Wisdom! turn our eyes From earth and earthly vanities, To heavenly truth and love. Spirit of Understanding true! Our souls with holy light endue To seek the things above. Spirit of Counsel! be our Guide; Teach us by earthly struggles tried Our heavenly crown to win. Spirit of Fortitude! thy power Be with us in temptation's hour, To keep us free from sin. Spirit of Knowledge! lead our feet In thine own paths secure and sweet, By angel footsteps trod Where thou our Guardian true shalt be, Spirit of gentle Piety! To keep us close to God. But most of all, be ever near, Spirit of God's most holy Fear! In our hearts' inmost shrine: Our souls with loving reverence fill, To worship his most holy will, All righteous and divine. So, dearest Lord, through peace or strife, Lead us to everlasting life, Where only rest may be. What matter where our lot is cast, If only it may end at last In Paradise with thee! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1435]Confirmation 378. Jesus, I my cross have taken 8.7.8.7.D. [1436]St. Polycarp: Joseph Barnby, 1869 Henry F. Lyte, 1824; rev., 1833 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be: Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own. Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me: O 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Savior died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? Haste then on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. __________________________________________________________________ [1437]Confirmation 379. O Jesus, I have promised 7.6.7.6.D [1438]Day of Rest: James William Elliott, 1874 John E. Bode, 1869 O Jesus, I have promised To serve thee to the end: Be thou for ever near me, My Master and my Friend! I shall not fear the battle, If thou art by my side, Nor wander from the pathway, If thou wilt be my Guide. O let me feel thee near me! The world is ever near; I see the sights that dazzle, The tempting sounds I hear; My foes are ever near me, Around me and within; But, Jesus, draw thou nearer, And shield my soul from sin. O let me hear thee speaking In accents clear and still, Above the storms of passion, The murmurs of self-will! O speak to reassure me, To hasten or control! O speak, and make me listen, Thou Guardian of my soul! O Jesus, thou hast promised To all who follow thee, That where thou art in glory There shall thy servant be; And, Jesus, I have promised To serve thee to the end; O give me grace to follow, My Master and my Friend! O let me see thy footmarks, And in them plant my own! My hope to follow duly Is in thy strength alone. O guide me, call me, draw me, Uphold me to the end! At last in heaven receive me, My Savior and my Friend! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1439]Confirmation 380. Breathe on me, Breath of God S.M. [1440]Nova Vita: Lister R. Peace, 1914 Edwin Hatch, 1878 Breathe on me, Breath of God, Fill me with life anew, That I may love what thou dost love, And do what thou wouldst do. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Until my heart is pure, Until with thee I will one will, To do or to endure. Breathe on me, Breath of God, Till I am wholly thine, Till all this earthly part of me Glows with thy fire divine. Breathe on me, Breath of God, So shall I never die; But live with thee the perfect life Of thine eternity. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Holy Matrimony [1441]381 O Father, all creating [1442]382 O perfect Love, all human thought transcending [1443]383 The voice that breathed o'er Eden __________________________________________________________________ [1444]Holy Matrimony 381. O Father, all creating 7.6.7.6.D. [1445]Ellacombe: Wirtemberg, 1784 John Ellerton, 1876 O Father, all creating, Whose wisdom, love, and power First bound two lives together In Eden's primal hour, Today to these thy children Thine earliest gifts renew-- A home by thee made happy, A love by thee kept true. O Savior, Guest most bounteous Of old in Galilee, Vouchsafe today thy presence With these who call on thee; Their store of earthly gladness Transform to heavenly wine, And teach them, in the tasting, To know the gift is thine. O Spirit of the Father, Breathe on them from above, So mighty in thy pureness, So tender in thy love; That, guarded by thy presence, From sin and strife kept free, Their lives may own thy guidance, Their hearts be ruled by thee. Except thou build it, Father, The house is built in vain; Except thou, Savior, bless it, The joy will turn to pain; But naught can break the marriage Of hearts in thee made one, And love thy Spirit hallows Is endless love begun. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1446]Holy Matrimony 382. O perfect Love, all human thought transcending 11.10.11.10 [1447]Perfect Love: Joseph Barnby, 1889 [1448]Caritas: Joseph Barnby (1838-1896) Dorothy F. Gurney, 1883 O perfect Love, all human thought transcending, Lowly we kneel in prayer before thy throne, That theirs may be the love that knows no ending, Whom thou for evermore dost join in one. O perfect Life, be thou their full assurance Of tender charity and steadfast faith, Of patient hope, and quiet, brave endurance, With childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death. Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow; Grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife, And to life's day the glorious unknown morrow That dawns upon eternal love and life. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1449]Holy Matrimony 383. The voice that breathed o'er Eden 7.6.7.6 [1450]Cana: Melchior Vulpius, c. 1609 John Keble, 1857 The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day, The primal marriage blessing, It hath not passed away. Still in the pure espousal Of Christian man and maid, The holy Three are with us, The threefold grace is said. Be present, aweful Father, To give away this bride, As Eve thou gav'st to Adam Out of his own pierced side: Be present, Son of Mary, To join their loving hands, As thou didst bind two natures In thine eternal bands! Be present, holiest Spirit, To bless them as they kneel, As thou, for Christ the Bridegroom, The heavenly Spouse dost seal! O spread thy pure wing o'er them, Let no ill power find place, When onward to thine altar Their hallowed path they trace, To cast their crowns before thee In perfect sacrifice, Till to the home of gladness With Christ's own Bride they rise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Visitation [1451]384 My God, I thank thee, who hast made [1452]385 I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be [1453]386 Art thou weary, art thou languid [1454]387 Come unto me, ye weary [1455]388 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish [1456]389 Hark, my soul! it is the Lord [1457]390 Jesus, my Savior, look on me [1458]391 My God, my Father, while I stray [1459]392 Lord, it belongs not to my care [1460]393 Lord Jesus, think on me [1461]394 Thy way, not mine, O Lord [1462]395 My Jesus, as thou wilt [1463]396 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss [1464]397 I look to thee in every need [1465]398 I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew [1466]399 At even, when the sun was set [1467]400 O Love divine, that stooped to share [1468]401 O Thou, from whom all goodness flows [1469]402 Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow [1470]403 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord [1471]404 Immortal Love, for ever full [1472]405 Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? [1473]406 We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen [1474]407 One sweetly solemn thought [1475]408 Far from my heavenly home Also the following: [1476]16 Holy Father, cheer our way [1477]36 Lord, for tomorrow and its needs [1478]42 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah [1479]52 O Jesus, crucified for man [1480]69 Brief life is here our portion [1481]122 Lord, in this thy mercy's day [1482]149 O Lamb of God, still keep me [1483]150 Beneath the cross of Jesus [1484]157 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing [1485]176 Jesus lives! thy terrors now [1486]211 My faith looks up to thee [1487]215 Jesus, my strength, my hope [1488]217 Rock of ages [1489]222 Nearer, my God, to thee [1490]223 Jesus, lover of my soul [1491]224 In heavenly love abiding [1492]225 My spirit on thy care [1493]232 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds [1494]235 O Love that casts out fear [1495]244 Lead, kindly Light See also [1496]The Church Triumphant. __________________________________________________________________ [1497]Visitation 384. My God, I thank thee, who hast made 8.4.8.4.8.4 [1498]Carrow: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1873 Adelaide A. Procter, 1858 My God, I thank thee, who hast made The earth so bright, So full of splendor and of Joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right. I thank thee too that thou hast made Joy to abound; So many gentle thoughts and deeds Circling us round, That in the darkest spot of earth Some love is found. I thank thee more that all our joy Is touched with pain; That shadows fall on brightest hours; That thorns remain; So that earth's bliss may be our guide, And not our chain. For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon Our weak heart clings, Hast given us joys, tender and true, Yet all with wings; So that we see gleaming on high Diviner things. I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much To long for more: A yearning for a deeper peace, Not known before. I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest, Can never find, although they seek, A perfect rest; Nor ever shall, until they lean On Jesus' breast. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1499]Visitation 385. I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be 10.4.10.4 [1500]Reigate: Walter Henry Hall, 1918 [1501]Burford: Henry Purcell; Wilkin's Psalmody, 1699 Adelaide A. Procter, 1862 I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load. I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead: Lead me aright Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed, Through peace to light. I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed Full radiance here Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see; Better in darkness just to feel thy hand, And follow thee. Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night. Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, Through peace to light. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1502]Visitation 386. Art thou weary, art thou languid 8.5.8.3 [1503]Stephanos: Henry W. Baker, 1868 John M. Neale, 1862 Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? "Come to me," saith One, "and coming, Be at rest." Hath he marks to lead me to him, If he be my guide? "In his feet and hands are wound-prints, And his side." Is there diadem, as monarch, That his brow adorns? "Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns." If I find him, if I follow, What his guerdon here? "Many a sorrow, many a labor, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to him, What hath he at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past." If I ask him to receive me, Will he say me nay? "Not till earth, and not till heaven Pass away." Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is he sure to bless? Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins, Answer, "Yes." __________________________________________________________________ [1504]Visitation 387. Come unto me, ye weary 7.6.7.6.D. [1505]Come Unto Me: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 [1506]Jesu Dilectissime: R. H. McCartney (1844-1895) William C. Dix, 1867 "Come unto me, ye weary, And I will give you rest." O blessed voice of Jesus, Which comes to hearts opprest! It tells of benediction, Of pardon, grace, and peace, Of joy that hath no ending, Of love that cannot cease. "Come unto me, ye wanderers, And I will give you light." O loving voice of Jesus, Which comes to cheer the night! Our hearts were filled with sadness, And we had lost our way, But he has brought us gladness, And songs at break of day. "Come unto me, ye fainting, And I will give you life." O cheering voice of Jesus, Which comes to aid our strife! The foe is stern and eager, The fight is fierce and long; But Thou hast made us mighty, And stronger than the strong. "And whosoever cometh, I will not cast him out." O welcome voice of Jesus, Which drives away our doubt! Which calls us, very sinners, Unworthy though we be Of love so free and boundless, To come, O Lord, to thee. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1507]Visitation 388. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish 11.10.11.10 [1508]Consolation (Webbe): Samuel Webbe, 1792; Arr. Thomas Moore, 1816; St. 3, Thomas Hastings, 1831 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, "Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure." Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. __________________________________________________________________ [1509]Visitation 389. Hark, my soul! it is the Lord Four 7's [1510]St. Bees: John Bacchus Dykes, 1862 William Cowper, 1768 Hark, my soul! it is the Lord! 'Tis thy Savior, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, "Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? "I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. "Can a woman's tender care Cease toward the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?" Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore; O for grace to love thee more! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1511]Visitation 390. Jesus, my Savior, look on me 8.8.8.4 [1512]Hanford (Sullivan): Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 [1513]Troyte's Chant No. 1: Arthur H. D. Troyte, 1860 Charlotte Elliott, 1869; Alt. Jesus, my Savior, look on me, For I am weary and opprest; I come to cast myself on thee: Thou art my Rest. Look down on me, for I am weak; I feel the toilsome journey's length: Thine aid omnipotent I seek: Thou art my Strength. I am bewildered on my way, Dark and tempestuous is the night; O send thou forth some cheering ray! Thou art my Light. When Satan flings his fiery darts, I look to thee; my terrors cease; Thy cross a hiding-place imparts: Thou art my Peace. Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous, latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink: Thou art my Life. Thou wilt my every want supply, E'en to the end, whate'er befall: Through life, in death, eternally, Thou art my All. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1514]Visitation 391. My God, my Father, while I stray 8.8.8.4 [1515]Troyte's Chant No. 1: Arthur H. D. Troyte, 1860 [1516]Hanford (Sullivan): Arthur S. Sullivan, 1874 Refrain Charlotte Elliott, 1834; Alt. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply, If thou shoulds't call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine: I only yield thee what is thine; Let but my fainting heart be blest With thy good Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest; Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!" Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1517]Visitation 392. Lord, it belongs not to my care C.M. [1518]Holy Trinity: Joseph Barnby, 1861 Richard Baxter, 1681; cento. Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give. If life be long, O make me glad The longer to obey; If short, no labourer is sad To end his toilsome day. Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before; And he that to God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see: For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be? Then I shall end my sad complaints And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints That sing my Savior's praise. My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with him. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1519]Visitation 393. Lord Jesus, think on me S.M. [1520]St. Bride: Samuel Howard, 1762 Greek; Synesius (c. 375-430); Tr. Allen W. Chatfield, 1876 Lord Jesus, think on me, And purge away my sin; From earth-born passions set me free, And make me pure within. Lord Jesus, think on me, With care and woe opprest, Let me thy loving servant be, And taste thy promised rest. Lord Jesus, think on me, Nor let me go astray; Through darkness and perplexity Point thou the heavenly way. Lord Jesus, think on me, That, when the flood is past, I may the eternal brightness see, And share thy joy at last. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1521]Visitation 394. Thy way, not mine, O Lord Eight 6's [1522]Blessed Home: John Stainer, 1875 Horatius Bonar, 1857 Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be: Lead me by thine own hand: Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to thy rest. I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might; Choose thou for me, my God: So shall I walk aright. Take thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to thee may seem; Choose thou my good and ill. Choose thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose thou my cares for me My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small Be thou my Guide, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1523]Visitation 395. My Jesus, as thou wilt Eight 6's [1524]Denby: Charles J. Dale, 1904 German; Benjamin Schmolck, c. 1704; Tr. Jane Borthwick, 1854 My Jesus, as thou wilt! O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign; Through sorrow or through joy, Conduct me as Thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done! My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear; Since thou on earth hast wept, And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with thee, My Lord, thy will be done! My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene I gladly trust with thee: Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing in life or death, My Lord, thy will be done! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1525]Visitation 396. Father, whate'er of earthly bliss C.M. [1526]Naomi: Hans G. Naegeli, 1836; Arr. Lowell Mason, 1863 Anne Steele, 1760; cento. Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace Let this petition rise: Give me a calm and thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart. And make me live to thee. Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My path of life attend: Thy presence through my journey shine And crown my journey's end. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1527]Visitation 397. I look to thee in every need 8.6.8.6.8.8 [1528]Bryant: Walter G. Alcock, 1861 Samuel Longfellow, 1864 I look to thee in every need, And never look in vain I feel thy strong and tender love, And all is well again: The thought of thee is mightier far Than sin, and pain, and sorrow are. Discouraged in the work of life, Disheartened by its load, Shamed by its failures or its fears, I sink beside the road; But let me only think of thee, And then new heart springs up in me. Thy calmness bends serene above, My restlessness to still; Around me flows thy quickening life, To nerve my faltering will: Thy presence fills my solitude; Thy providence turns all to good. Embosomed deep in thy dear love, Held in thy law, I stand; Thy hand in all things I behold, And all things in thy hand; Thou leadest me by unsought ways, And turn'st my mourning into praise. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1529]Visitation 398. I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew 10.10.10.6 [1530]Artavia: Edward J. Hopkins, 1887 Anonymous, c. 1878 I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me; It was not I that found, O Savior true; No, I was found of thee. Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold; I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea-- 'Twas not so much that I on thee took hold, As thou, dear Lord, on me. I find, I walk, I love, but O the whole Of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee; For thou wert long beforehand with my soul, Always thou lovedst me. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1531]Visitation 399. At even, when the sun was set L.M. [1532]Angelus: Georg Joseph, 1657 Henry Twells, 1868 At even, when the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around thee lay; O in what divers pains they met! O with what joy they went away. Once more 'tis eventide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near; What if thy form we cannot see? We know and feel that thou art here O Savior Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved thee well, And some have lost the love they had, And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free, And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in thee. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would love thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. O Savior Christ, thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried, Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from thee can fruitless fall; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in thy mercy heal us all. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1533]Visitation 400. O Love divine, that stooped to share L.M. [1534]Abends: Herbert S. Oakeley, 1874 Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1859 O Love divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear! On thee we cast each earth-born care; We smile at pain while thou art near. Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, thou art near. When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, thou art near. On thee we rest our burdening woe, O Love divine, for ever dear! Content to suffer while we know, Living and dying, thou art near. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1535]Visitation 401. O Thou, from whom all goodness flows C.M. [1536]Manoah: Arr. from Gioacchinno A. Rossini, 1851 [1537]Siloam (Horsman): Edward Horsman, 1903 Thomas Haweis, 1791; Alt. O Thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Dear Lord, remember me. When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart: In love, remember me. When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O let my strength be as my day! For good, remember me. If worn with pain, disease, and grief This feeble frame should be, Grant patience, rest, and kind relief: Hear and remember me. And O when in the hour of death I own thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath, Dear Lord, remember me! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1538]Visitation 402. Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow 11.10.11.10.10.10 [1539]Edinburgh: Joseph Barnby, 1872 Jane Borthwick, 1859 Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Of the sad heart that comes to thee for rest; Cares of today, and burdens of tomorrow, Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed; We come before thee at thy gracious word, And lay them at thy feet: thou knowest, Lord. Thou knowest all the past; how long and blindly On the dark mountains the lost wanderer strayed; How the Good Shepherd followed, and how kindly He bore it home, upon his shoulders laid; And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain, And brought back life, and hope, and strength again. Thou knowest all the present; each temptation, Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear; All to each one assigned, of tribulation, Or to beloved ones, than self more dear; All pensive memories, as we journey on, Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone. Thou knowest all the future; gleams of gladness By stormy clouds too quickly overcast; Hours of sweet fellowship and parting sadness, And the dark river to be crossed at last. O what could hope and confidence afford To tread that path, but this? Thou knowest, Lord. Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-knowing; As Man, our mortal weakness thou hast proved; On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing, O Savior, thou hast wept, and thou hast loved; And love and sorrow still to thee may come, And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home. Therefore we come, thy gentle call obeying, And lay our sins and sorrows at thy feet; On everlasting strength our weakness staying, Clothed in thy robe of righteousness complete: Then rising and refreshed we leave thy throne, And follow on to know as we are known. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1540]Visitation 403. Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord C.M.D. [1541]Elim: William H. Callcott, 1867 Thomas Raffles, 1833 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord, In thee I put my trust; Encouraged by thy holy word, A feeble child of dust: I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And 'tis enough my Savior died, My Savior died for me. When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Savior died for me. Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain, Ah! what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? __________________________________________________________________ [1542]Visitation 404. Immortal Love, for ever full C.M. [1543]Fingal: James S. Anderson, 1885 [1544]Walsall: Attr. to Henry Purcell (1658-1695); Wilkin's Psalmody, 1699 John G. Whittier, 1866 Immortal Love, for ever full, For ever flowing free, For ever shared, for ever whole, A never-ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the Name All other names above; Love only knoweth whence it came, And comprehendeth love. We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown: But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his Name. O Lord, and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1545]Visitation 405. Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? 10.10 [1546]Pax Tecum: George Thomas Caldbeck; arr., harm., Dr. Charles Vincent, 1877 [1547]Fletcher: Orlando Gibbons, 1623 Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875 Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The blood of Jesus whispers peace within. Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed? To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round? On Jesus' bosom naught but calm is found. Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown? Jesus we know, and he is on the throne. Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours? Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers. It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease, And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace. __________________________________________________________________ [1548]Visitation 406. We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen 11.10.11.10 [1549]Visio Domini: John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 Anna B. Warner, 1852 We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness, the final strife. We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace: Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see his face. We would see Jesus: other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing: We would not mourn them, for we go to thee. We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers Round the dear objects it has loved so long, And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers; Our love to thee makes not this love less strong. We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding, And heaven appears too dim, too far away; We would see thee, thyself our hearts reminding What thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay. We would see Jesus: this is all we're needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight; We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading; Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1550]Visitation 407. One sweetly solemn thought P.M. [1551]Ambrose: Robert S. Ambrose, 1876 Phoebe Cary, 1852 One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer my home today Than I ever have been before; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea, Nearer my Father's house, Where the "many mansions" be; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown; But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, Is the deep and unknown stream To be crossed ere we reach the light. Jesus, perfect my trust, Strengthen the hand of my faith: Let me feel thee near when I stand On the edge of the shore of death; Feel thee near when my feet Are slipping over the brink; For it may be I'm nearer home, Nearer now than I think. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1552]Visitation 408. Far from my heavenly home S.M. [1553]Lyte: John B. Wilkes, 1861 Henry F. Lyte, 1834 Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest. My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode? God of my life, be near: On thee my hopes I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Burial of the Dead [1554]409 When our heads are bowed with woe [1555]410 God of the living, in whose eyes [1556]411 Now the laborer's task is o'er [1557]412 Sunset and evening star [1558]413 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep Also the following: [1559]18 Abide with me [1560]65 Day of wrath! O day of mourning [1561]165 Resting from his work today [1562]166 The grave itself a garden is [1563]167 O Paradise, O Paradise [1564]171 The day of resurrection [1565]173 The strife is o'er, the battle done [1566]176 Jesus lives! thy terrors now [1567]222 Nearer, my God, to thee [1568]244 Lead, kindly Light [1569]290 Hark! hark my soul [1570]414 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled See also [1571]The Church Triumphant. __________________________________________________________________ [1572]Burial of the Dead 409. When our heads are bowed with woe Four 7's [1573]St. Prisca: Richard Redhead (1820-1901), 1853 Henry H. Milman, 1827 When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1574]Burial of the Dead 410. God of the living, in whose eyes Six 8's [1575]St. Chrysostom (Barnby): Joseph Barnby, 1871 [1576]Old One Hundred Twelfth: Anonymous, 1530; arr., harm. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) John Ellerton, 1858; Alt., 1867 God of the living, in whose eyes Unveiled thy whole creation lies, All souls are thine; we must not say That those are dead who pass away, From this our world of flesh set free; We know them living unto thee. Released from earthly toil and strife, With thee is hidden still their life; Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, All thine, and yet most truly ours, For well we know, where'er they be, Our dead are living unto thee. Not spilt like water on the ground, Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, Not wandering in unknown despair Beyond thy voice, thine arm, thy care; Not left to lie like fallen tree; Not dead, but living unto thee. Thy word is true, thy will is just; To thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; And bless thee for the love which gave Thy Son to fill a human grave, That none might fear that world to see Where all are living unto thee. O Breather into man of breath, O Holder of the keys of death, O Giver of the life within, Save us from death, the death of sin; That body, soul, and spirit be For ever living unto thee! Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1577]Burial of the Dead 411. Now the laborer's task is o'er 7.7.7.7.8.8 [1578]Resquiescat: John Bacchus Dykes, 1875 [1579]Hebron (Barnby): Joseph Barnby, 1874 John Ellerton, 1870 Now the laborer's task is o'er; Now the battle day is past; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There the penitents, that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Jesus learn At his feet in Paradise. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace; Christ the Lord shall guard them well, He who died for their release. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," Calmly now the words we say, Left behind, we wait in trust For the resurrection day. Father, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ [1580]Burial of the Dead 412. Sunset and evening star P.M. [1581]Crossing the Bar: Joseph Barnby, 1892 Afred Tennyson, 1889 Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark; For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. __________________________________________________________________ [1582]Burial of the Dead 413. Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep L.M. [1583]Rest (Bradbury): William B. Bradbury, 1843 [1584]Oneonta: Walter Henry Hall, 1918 Margaret Mackay, 1832 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its painful sting! Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe shall dim that hour That manifests the Savior's power. Asleep in Jesus! O for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But there is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. __________________________________________________________________ Burial of the Dead: for Children [1585]414 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled __________________________________________________________________ [1586]Burial of the Dead: For Children 414. Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled 7.8.7.8.7.7 [1587]Meinhold: Lueneburg, 1686 German; Johann W. Meinhold, 1835; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1868 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled Now thy little lamb's brief weeping: Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping! And no sign of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more. In this world of care and pain, Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive it; Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with thee in light. Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we prove, Though thou take what most we love. Amen. __________________________________________________________________ Travelers by Sea and Land [1588]415 Eternal Father! strong to save [1589]416 Fierce was the wild billow [1590]417 Safe upon the billowy deep [1591]418 Maker of the sea and sky [1592]419 With the sweet word of peace Also the following: [1593]32 From every stormy wind that blows [1594]244 Lead, kindly Light [1595]248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace [1596]536 O happy band of pilgrims __________________________________________________________________ [1597]Travelers by Sea and Land 415. Eternal Father! strong to save Six 8's [1598]Melita: John B. Dykes, 1861 William Whiting, 1860; Alt. Eternal Father! strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep: O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea! O Christ! whose voice the waters heard And hushed their raging at thy word, Who walkedst on the foaming deep, And calm amidst its rage didst sleep; O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea! Most Holy Spirit! who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace; O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea! O Trinity of love and power! Our br