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Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, 209
That watched Thy slumbering infancy! 3 Blessed she, by all creation,
Who brought forth the world's Salvation !
Who love Thee most and serve Thee best ! 4 Virgin-born! we bow before Thee !
Blessed was the womb that bore Thee !
Bp. R. Heber,
St. Mark's Day.
Christi perennes nuntii.
Who from the opening skies,
And sow with mysteries !
Behind the shadowy screen,
3 The things which God as Man hath borne,
Which Man as God hath done,
Who see the circling sun.
4. Though far in space and time apart,
One Spirit sways you all ;
Hear now that living call.
5 Glory to God, the Three in One;
All glory be to Thee,
1. Williams. (tr.)
St. Philip & St. James's Day.
The Life, the Crown of all
O hear us when we call !
We bring to mind with grateful joy
Thy servants who of old
And now Thy face behold ;
3 Who sought on earth the joys of prayer,
And that communion knew,
With those who seek it too.
4 Vouchsafe us, Lord, we pray Thee now,
To us it may be given,
And with Thee rise to heaven.
5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
And shall be evermore. Amen,
St. Barnabas Day.
235. BRIGHTLY did the light divine From his words and actions shine, Whom the Twelve, with love unblamed, “ Son of Consolation" named.
Full of peace and lively joy,
3 Blessèd Spirit, Who didst call
Barnabas and holy Paul,
4 Grant us, Lord of Life, to be,
By their pattern, full of Thee;
5* Glory be to God above,
Fountain of eternal love;
St. John the Baptist's Day.
His messenger before Him went,
And charged with words of deep intent.
Hath honour greater far than he ;
His Body and his Spouse are we. 3 A higher race, the sons of light,
Of water and the Spirit born ;
And we the children of the morn. 4 And, as he boldly spake Thy word,
And joyed to hear the Bridegroom's voice,
And thus Thy hearing Church rejoice. 5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore,
Nunc suis tandem novus e latebris,
Where he hath hid so long,
Of Christ from high,
And judgment nigh
From opening skies.
Within heaven's opening door,
And with Him stows;
The chaff He throws
To quenchless flames.
Your sky-aspiring heads;
Your King before,
He comes to reign.
Thou harbinger of Light,
Lest here we sleep in night,