I 2 3 4 I 243. THINE Angels, Christ! we laud in solemn lays, Our elder brethren of the crystal sky, Who, 'mid Thy glory's blaze, The ceaseless anthem raise, And gird Thy throne in faithful ministry. We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing To mortal saints to bring, Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. But Thee, the First and Last, we glorify, Who, when Thy world was sunk in death and sin, Not with Thine hierarchy, The armies of the sky, But didst with Thine own arm the battle win. Therefore, with Angels and Archangels, we To Thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, And tune our songs to Thee Who art, and art to be, And endless as Thy mercies sound Thy praise. St. Luke's Day. 244. LIFT high the song of praise For him whose holy pen Bp. R. Heber. Gave down the hymns of other days 66 2 3 Glory to God on high, And peace upon the earth, Goodwill to men," be now proclaimed, As at the Saviour's birth. "The Lord to magnify, Be lifted every voice, And in our God and Saviour, 4 "With benedictions high Let Israel's God be praised; 5 And when around our path 6* To God the Father, Son, I And Holy Ghost be given Eternal praise by saints on earth, St. Simon & St. Jude. 245. Amen. LET the Church of God rejoice For the Apostles' fostering care, For the sounding of their voice, H. Alford. For their preaching and their prayer ; 2 Whom the Lord our God did choose To the farthest lands to go: Holiest seed on earth to sow. 3 In the New Jerusalem Twelve foundations firm are laid: 4 Firmly built on them, may we, One in heart, in doctrine one. 5* God the Father, God the Son, I All Saints' Day. 246. Celestis O Jerusalem. JERUSALEM, the holy ! That ever shalt abide : Within thy walls, thrice happy Who, citizens, reside. Amen. 2 Thou home of peace eternal, The saints' beloved rest; Seat of divine fruition; Throne of the King all-blest. 3 God there in glory reigneth, 4 Those mansions, who attaineth 5 Our hope doth there invite us : 6 Sun of our native country, All glory to the Father, And Spirit endlessly. Amen. W. E. Green. (tr.) I 2 247. 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 And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. 3 Now with triumphal palms they stand And serve the God they love, amidst 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, By day, by night, the sacred courts 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, God is their Sun, whose cheering beams 6 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne, Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, 7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, I I. Watts & W. Cameron. 248. WHAT are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day, Hymning one triumphant song? New dominion every hour." |