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The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain ;
Who follows in His train ?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
He follows in His train.
3 The Martyr, first, whose eagle eye
ould pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
4 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
Who follows in his train ?
5 A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came ;
And mocked the cross and flame.
6 They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
Who follows in their train ?
7 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
In robes of light arrayed.
Through peril, toil, and pain ;
Bp. R. Heber.
St. John the Evangelist's Day.
Born of God eternally,
To be born on earth, and die ;
Watching till Thine hour drew nigh.
Like an eaglet in the morn,
Thy beloved, Thy latest born:
Reigning from the tree of scorn. 3 He first, hoping and believing,
Did beside the grave adore;
Landed on th' eternal shore;
Own Thee Lord for evermore.
4 Much he asked in loving wonder,
On Thy bosom leaning, Lord ;
Answer kind didst Thou accord,
Till the day of dread award.
5 Lo! heaven's doors lift up, revealing
How Thy judgments earthward move,
from the wrath above;
Jussu tyranni pro fide.
Before him stands, in vision dread,
3 There, to the prophet's kindling eye,
He pictures heaven's bright mystery ;
4 Grant us, O Christ, with Thee to die ;
With Thee to rise and reign on high ;-
And joys celestial only prize.
Who hath o'er death the victory won,
W. E. Green. (tr.)
World without end, and sing His grace. 2 A voice from Ramah was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament,
The first for Christ in death to bow. 3 Dwelling on Sion's holy hill,
The Lamb's own steps they follow still ;
Ven. Bede. 7. M. Nealt. (tr.*)
Who, from this world of sin,
Those precious ones didst win.
2 Glory to Thee, O Lord !
For now, all grief unknown,
The martyr's heavenly crown.
3 Baptized in their own blood,
Earth's untried perils o'er,
And safely gained the shore. 4 Glory to Thee for all
The ransomed infant band, Who since that hour have heard Thy call,
And reached the quiet land !
5 Oh, that our hearts within,
Like theirs, were pure and bright; Oh, that as free from deeds of sin
We shrunk not from Thy sight !
6 Lord, help us every hour
Thy cleansing grace to claim ; In life to glorify Thy power,
In death to praise Thy Name. Amen.