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2 And so to earth again we trust

What came from dust, and turns to dust,
And from the dust shall surely rise
When the last trumpet fills the skies.

3 His trials and his griefs are past,

A blessed end is his at last;
He bore Christ's yoke, and did His will,
And though he died he liveth still.

4 He lives where none can mourn and weep,

And calmly shall this body sleep
Till God shall Death himself destroy
And raise it into glorious joy.

5 So help us, Christ, our hope in loss!

Thou hast redeemed us by Thy cross
From endless death and misery;
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee!

M. Weiss. C. Winkworth. (tr.)

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our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow;
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !

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Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !

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3 When the sullen death-bell tolls

For our own departed souls ;
When our final doom is near,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head ;

Thou the blood of life hast shed ;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier :
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !

5 When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !

6 Thou the shame, the grief hast known,

Though the sins were not Thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear! Amen.

H. H. Milman.

Laying the Foundation Stone of a Church,

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1 O LORD of Hosts, whose glory fills

The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands;

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Grant that all we, who here to-day
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine own,
Built on the precious Corner-stone.

3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace,

That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ;
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.

4 To Thee they all pertain ; to Thee

The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy throne,
We but present Thee with Thine own.

5 The heads that guide endue with skill :

The hands that work preserve from ill;
That we who these foundations lay
May raise the top-stone in its day.

6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect

The temple of Thine own elect;
Be Thou in them, and they in Thee,
O ever-bleswèd Trinity! Amen.

:' 7. M. Neale.

Consecration of a Church.

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Angulare Fundamentum.
CHRIST is made the sure Foundation

And the precious Corner-stone ;
Who, the twofold walls surmounting,

Binds them closely into one ;
Holy Sion's help for ever,

And her confidence alone.

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All that dedicated City

Dearly loved by God on high,
In exultant jubilation

Pours perpetual melody:
God the One, and God the Trinal

Singing everlastingly.

3 To this Temple, where we call Thee,

Come, O Lord of Hosts, to-day !
With Thy wonted loving-kindness

Hear Thy servants as they pray:
And Thy fullest benediction

Shed within these walls for aye.

4 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants,

What they supplicate, to gain :
Here to have and hold for ever

Those good things their prayers obtain ;
And hereafter, in Thy glory,

With Thy blessed ones to reign.

5 Laud and honour to the Father,

Laud and honour to the Son,
Laud and honour to the Spirit,

Ever Three and ever One:
Consubstantial, co-eternal,
While unending ages run.

Amen.
7. M. Neale. (tr.)

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LORD of Hosts ! to Thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise :
Thou Thy people's heart prepare,
Here to meet for praise and prayer !
Let the living here be fed
With Thy Word, the heavenly bread;
Here, in hope of glory blest,

May the dead be laid to rest ! 3 Here to Thee a temple stand

While the sea shall gird the land !
Here reveal Thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure !

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4 Hallelujah! earth and sky

To the joyful sound reply !
Hallelujah ! hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end! Amen

7. Montgomery.

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SOLDIERS of the Cross, arise,

Gird you with your armour bright;
Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.

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O'er a faithless fallen world

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Raise your banner in the sky;
Let it float there wide unfurled;

Bear it onward, lift it high.

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