2 And so to earth again we trust What came from dust, and turns to dust, 3 His trials and his griefs are past, He bore Christ's yoke, and did His will, 4 He lives where none can mourn and weep, And calmly shall this body sleep Till God shall Death himself destroy 5 So help us, Christ, our hope in loss! M. Weiss. I 319. WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow; When we mourn the lost, the dear, 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Laying the Foundation Stone of a Church. 285 3 When the sullen death-bell tolls 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head; 5 When the heart is sad within 6 Thou the shame, the grief hast known, Laying the Foundation Stone of a Church. 320. 1 O LORD of Hosts, whose glory fills 2 The bounds of the eternal hills, And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, Grant that all we, who here to-day 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; 5 The heads that guide endue with skill: 6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect I J. M. Neale. Consecration of a Church. 321. Angulare Fundamentum. CHRIST is made the sure Foundation Holy Sion's help for ever, And her confidence alone. Dearly loved by God on high, Pours perpetual melody: God the One, and God the Trinal 3 To this Temple, where we call Thee, 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 blessèd ones to reign. 5 Laud and honour to the Father, Amen. 7. M. Neale. (tr.) I 322. LORD of Hosts! to Thee we raise 2 Let the living here be fed With Thy Word, the heavenly bread; 3 Here to Thee a temple stand While the sea shall gird the land! While the sun and moon endure ! 4 Hallelujah! earth and sky To the joyful sound reply! Hallelujah! hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end! Amen 1 SOLDIERS of the Cross, arise, I 2 Gird you with your armour bright; Hard the battle ye must fight. O'er a faithless fallen world Raise your banner in the sky; |