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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,
Wine cups from the wrath above;
Jussu tyranni pro fide.
2 Before him stands, in vision dread,
Jesus who liveth, and was dead:
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. Neale. (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.
BEHOLD from heaven a Saviour sent,
Earth kneel thy Prince before ;
The Virgin-born adore.
Maker of all, Himself hath He
In servant guise arrayed ;
And save the souls He made.
3 Word of the Siremere Time began,
The Father's breast He leaves ;
An infant's birth receives.
4 Where feeds the ox He deigns to feed,
The hay His pallet-bed ;
On whom the Saints are fed.
5 The Hands that wield earth, seas, and skies,
With swaddling bands are wound;
To lift us from the ground.
6 Judge of the world-His outstretched hands
Us to His crib invite ;
A love as infinite.
7 Borne at the Virgin Mother's breast,
Lord Jesu, praise to Thee;
To all eternity. Amen.
Let earth receive her King ;
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ;
Let men their songs employ ;
Repeat the sounding joy:
With all her different tongues ;
In melody and songs.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.
5 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove