FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 
 
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HYMNS, 
 ORIGINAL AND TRANSLATED. 
 
HYMNS 
 
 
 ORIGINAL AND TRANSLATED. 
 
 JOHN ELLERTON, 
 
 RECTOR OF WHITE RODING. 
 
 Hantaan : 
 
 SKEFFINGTON & SON, 163, PICCADILLY. 
 
THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
 
 LORD CREWE, 
 
 IN REMEMBRANCE OF NEARLY THIRTY YEARS 
 
 OF UNBROKEN FRIENDSHIP AND 
 
 CONTINUAL KINDNESSES. 
 
 White Roding, 
 
 April, 1SS8. 
 
Jftonung. 
 
 ANOTHER day begun ! 
 Lord, grant us grace that we, 
 Before the setting of the sun, 
 Redeem the time for Thee. 
 
 Another day of toil ! 
 To Thee we yield our powers ; 
 Keep Thou our souls from guilty soil 
 Through all the passing hours. 
 
 Another day of fear ! 
 For watchful is our foe ; 
 And sin is strong, and death is near, 
 And short our time below. 
 
 Another day of hope ! 
 For Thou art with us still ; 
 And Thine almighty strength can cope 
 With all who seek our ill. 
 
 Another day of grace 
 To help us on our way ! 
 One step towards the Resting-place 
 The eternal Sabbath-day. 
 
 February 13, 1871. 
 
MIDDA Y. 
 
 ftlfttoas. 
 
 [For a City Church.] 
 BEHOLD us, Lord, a little space 
 
 From daily tasks set free, 
 And met within Thy holy place 
 
 To rest awhile with Thee. 
 
 Around us rolls the ceaseless tide 
 
 Of business, toil, and care ; 
 And scarcely can we turn aside 
 
 For one brief hour of prayer. 
 
 Yet these are not the only walls 
 Wherein Thou mayst be sought ; 
 
 On homeliest work Thy blessing falls, 
 In truth and patience wrought. 
 
 Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, 
 The wealth of land and sea ; 
 
 The worlds of science and of art, 
 Revealed and ruled by Thee. 
 
 Then let us prove our heavenly birth 
 
 In all we do and know ; 
 And claim the Kingdom of the earth 
 
 For Thee, and not Thy foe. 
 
 Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought 
 As Thou wouldst have it done ; 
 
 And prayer by Thee inspired and taught, 
 Itself with work be one. 
 
 1870. 
 
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 THE day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended ; A.< //*« ti 
 
 The darkness falls at Thy behest ; 
 To Thee our morning hymns ascended, 
 
 Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. 
 
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 We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping, 
 
 While earth rolls onward into light, 
 Through all the world her watch is keeping, 
 
 And rests not now by day or night. 
 
 As o'er each continent and island 
 
 The Dawn leads on another day, 
 The voice of prayer is never silent, 
 
 Nor dies the strain of praise away. 
 
 The sun that bids us rest is waking 
 
 Our brethren 'neath the Western sky, 
 And hour by hour fresh lips are making 
 
 Thy wondrous doings heard on high. 
 
 So be it, Lord ; Thy Throne shall never 
 
 Like earth's proud empires, pass away ; 
 Thy Kingdom stands, and grows for ever, 
 
 Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway. 
 
 1870. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 Cbemng. 
 
 [After Service, Sundays or Festivals.] 
 BEFORE the day draws near its ending, 
 
 And evening steals o'er earth and sky, 
 Once more to Thee our hymns ascending 
 
 Shall speak Thy praises, Lord Most High. 
 
 Thy Name is blessed by countless numbers 
 In vaster worlds, unseen, unknown, 
 
 Whose duteous service never slumbers, 
 In perfect love, and faultless tone. 
 
 Yet Thou wilt not despise the weakest 
 Who here in spirit bend the knee ; 
 
 Thy Christ hath said, Thou Father seekest 
 For such as these to worship Thee. 
 
 And through the swell of chanting voices, 
 The blended notes of age and youth, 
 
 Thine ear discerns, Thy Love rejoices 
 When hearts rise up to Thee in truth. 
 
 O Light all clear ! O Truth all holy ! 
 
 O boundless Mercy pardoning all ! 
 Before Thy Feet, abashed and lowly, 
 
 With one last prayer Thy children fall : — 
 
 When we no more on earth adore Thee, 
 And others worship here in turn, 
 
 Oh may we sing that song before Thee 
 Which none but Thy redeemed can learn ! 
 April 22, 1SS0. 
 
EVENING. 
 
 iBbemng. 
 
 FATHER, in Thy glorious dwelling, 
 All Thy works Thy praise are telling, 
 
 Resting neither day nor night ; 
 With the hymns of Thy creation 
 Let our evening adoration 
 
 Rise accepted in Thy sight. 
 
 Oh forgive the day now ended ! 
 Sin with all its work is blended, 
 
 Marring praise, restraining prayer : 
 Yet for every past transgression 
 One prevailing Intercession 
 
 Pleads, to succour and to spare. 
 
 Trustful then, though all unworthy, 
 May we rest this night before Thee, 
 
 Compassed by Thine angel-host ; 
 God Who madest and providest ; 
 God Who savest, God Who guidest ; 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 1867. 
 
SUXDA Y MORXIXG. 
 
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 Morning. 
 THIS is the day of Light : 
 Let there be light to-day ! 
 O Dayspring, rise upon our night, 
 And chase its gloom away. 
 
 This is the day of Rest : 
 Our failing strength renew ; 
 On weary brain and troubled breast 
 Shed Thou Thy freshening dew. 
 
 This is the day of Peace : 
 Thy Peace our spirits fill ! 
 Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease, 
 The waves of strife be still. 
 
 This is the day of Prayer : 
 Let earth to heaven draw near ! 
 Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there ; 
 Come down to meet us here. 
 
 This is the day of Bread — 
 The Bread which Thou wilt give : 
 To-day for us Thy Feast isspread, 
 That hungering souls may live. 
 
 This is the First of days : 
 Send forth Thy quickening breath, 
 And wake dead souls to love and praise, 
 O Vanquisher of Death ! 
 Chester Cathedral, 1S67. 
 
SUNDAY AFTERNOON. 
 
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 Afternoon. 
 [Close of Service.] 
 
 THE Lord be with us as we bend 
 
 His blessing to receive ; 
 His gift of Peace on us descend, 
 
 Before His courts we leave. 
 
 The Lord be with us as we walk 
 Along our homeward road ; 
 
 In silent thought or friendly talk 
 Our hearts be near to God. 
 
 The Lord be with us till the night 
 
 Enfold our day of rest ; 
 Be He of every heart the Light, 
 
 Of every home the Guest. 
 
 The Lord be with us through the hours 
 Of slumber calm and deep ; 
 
 Protect our homes, renew our powers, 
 And guard His people's sleep. 
 
 1870. 
 
SUXDAY EVENING. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 [Close of Service.] 
 
 OUR day of praise is done ; 
 
 The evening shadows fall ; 
 
 But pass not from us with the sun, 
 
 True Light that lightenest all. 
 
 Around the throne on high, 
 Where night can never be, 
 The white-robed harpers of the sky 
 Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee. 
 
 Too faint our anthems here ; 
 Too soon of praise we tire ; 
 But oh, the strains how full and clear 
 Of that eternal choir ! 
 
 Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will 
 If Thou attune the heart, 
 We in Thine angels' music still 
 May bear our lower part. 
 
 'Tis Thine each soul to calm, 
 Each wayward thought reclaim, 
 
 And make our life a daily psalm 
 Of glory to Thy name. 
 A little while, and then 
 Shall come the glorious end ; 
 
 And songs of angels and of men 
 In perfect praise shall blend. 
 
SUNDAY EVENING. 
 
 Evening. 
 [After Service, Sundays or Festivals.] 
 
 SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear name we raise 
 With one accord our parting hymn of praise : 
 We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease ; 
 Then lowly kneeling wait Thy word of peace. 
 
 Grant us Thy peace through this approaching night ; 
 Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 From harm and danger keep Thy children free, 
 For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 
 
 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
 With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day : 
 Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, 
 That in this house have called upon Thy name. 
 
 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, 
 Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
 Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, 
 Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Amen. 
 
 [Revised 1868.] 
 
SUNDAY EVENING. 
 
 Evening. 
 [Original form of the last hymn.] 
 
 SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear Name we raise 
 With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; 
 We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, 
 Then lowly kneeling wait Thy word of peace. 
 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night ; 
 Turn Thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 From harm and danger keep Thy children free, 
 For dark and light are both alike to Thee. 
 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
 With Thee begun, with Thee shall end the day ; 
 Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, 
 That in this house have called upon Thy name. 
 Grant us Thy peace — the peace Thou didst bestow 
 On Thine Apostles in Thine hour of woe ; 
 The peace Thou broughtest when at eventide 
 They saw Thy pierced Hands, Thy wounded Side. 
 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life ; 
 Peace to Thy Church from error and from strife ; 
 Peace to our land, the fruit of truth and love, 
 Peace in each heart, Thy Spirit from above ; 
 Thy peace in life, the balm of every pain ; 
 Thy peace in death, the hope to rise again j 
 In that dread hour speak Thou the soul's release, 
 And call it, Lord, to Thine eternal peace. 
 Nantwich Church, 1886. 
 
HYMN FOR WEDNESDAY. 
 
 J&gmn (or fflaJetmestras. 
 
 THOU in whose name the two or three 
 Are met to-day to meet with Thee, 
 Fulfil to us Thine own sure word, 
 And be Thou here Thyself, O Lord ! 
 
 To-day our week, but now begun, 
 Already half its course hath run ; 
 To Thee are known its toils and cares, 
 To Thee its trials and its snares. 
 
 Thou by whose grace alone we live, 
 Our oft-repeated sins forgive ; 
 Be Thou our counsel, help, and stay, 
 Through all the perils of our way. 
 
 Give thankful hearts Thy gifts to share ; 
 Give steadfast wills Thy cross to bear ; 
 And when life's working days are past, 
 Give rest with all Thy saints at last. 
 
 1871. 
 
CIRCU.\fCISlON OF CHRIST. 
 
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 KING Messiah, long expected, 
 
 Thou art come unto Thine own ! 
 Promised Seed of the elected, 
 
 Heir foretold of David's throne ! 
 Long for Thee they watched and hearkened— 
 
 King and Patriarch, Priest and Seer ; 
 Faith waxed cold, and hope was darkened ; 
 
 When men looked not — Thou wert here. 
 
 In the time and place appointed, 
 
 When the ordered years had sped, 
 Came the Prince, the true Anointed, 
 
 To His Throne, the manger-bed : 
 There the Infant King fulfilling 
 
 All things for His people's sake, 
 Learned to-day obedience willing, 
 
 Deigned the covenant-seal to take. 
 
 Surely in that hour of wonder 
 
 Faithful Abraham, in his rest, 
 Saw the shadows part asunder, 
 
 Saw Thy dawning, and was blest : 
 Surely then the gracious vision 
 
 Through Thine unseen Kingdoms thrilled, 
 And in Jesu's Circumcision 
 
 Ages knew their hope fulfilled. 
 
CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 
 
 Father of the new creation ! 
 
 Prophet of the latter time ! 
 Leader of the ransomed nation 
 
 To the better Canaan's clime ! 
 Though from Gentile stock arising 
 
 Alien branches once were we, 
 Thou hast said, in our baptizing 
 
 We are circumcised in Thee. 
 
 So this day with new thanksgiving 
 
 Shall Thy faithful seed draw near ; 
 So, 'mid prayers for holier living, 
 
 Praise shall deck our opening year : 
 Praise, because our feast-day sees us 
 
 Built on Thee the Corner-Stone ; 
 And the mighty name of Jesus 
 
 Binds to-day the world in one ! 
 
 January, 1871. 
 
14 PRESENTATION OF CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE. 
 
 presentation of Christ in tije JETemple. 
 
 HAIL to the Lord who comes, 
 Comes to His Temple gate ! 
 Not with His angel-host, 
 Not in His kingly state; 
 No shouts proclaim Him nigh, 
 No crowds His coming wait. 
 
 But borne upon the throne 
 Of Mary's gentle breast, 
 Watched by her duteous love, 
 In her fond arms at rest ; — 
 Thus to His Father's house 
 He comes, the heavenly Guest. 
 
 There Joseph at her side 
 In revefent wonder stands, 
 And, filled with holy joy, 
 Old Simeon in his hands 
 Takes up the promised Child, 
 The Glory of all lands. 
 
 Hail to the Great First-born 
 Whose ransom-price they pay ! 
 The Son before all worlds ; 
 The Child of Man to-day ; 
 That He might ransom us 
 Who still in bondage lay. 
 
PRESENTATION OF CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE. 15 
 
 O Light of all the earth, 
 Thy children wait for Thee ! 
 Come to Thy temples here, 
 That we, from sin set free, 
 Before Thy Father's face 
 May all presented be ! 
 
 October 6, 1880. 
 
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 OH how fair that morning broke, 
 When in Eden man awoke ! 
 Beast and bird and insect bright 
 Revelled in the gladsome light ; 
 God looked down from Heaven above, 
 All was life and joy and love. 
 
 Ah, the doleful change, when sin 
 Darkly, subtly, entered in ! 
 War and pestilence and dearth 
 Mar and sadden God's fair earth ; 
 Human sorrow fills the air ; 
 Death is reigning everywhere. 
 
 Yet rejoice ; for God on high 
 Hath not left His world to die; 
 God's dear Son with dying breath 
 Broke the power of Sin and Death : 
 Christ the Tempter overthrew ; 
 Christ is making all things new. 
 
 Lord, in me be sin subdued ; 
 So may I with heart renewed, 
 Fight the fight, and run the race, 
 Work in my appointed place ; 
 Waiting for the glad new birth 
 Of Thy perfect Heaven and earth. 
 
 March 13, 18 
 
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 GOOD FRIDAY. 
 
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 [Midday.] 
 THRONED upon the awful Tree, 
 King of grief, I watch with Thee ; 
 Darkness veils Thine anguished face, 
 None its lines of woe can trace, 
 None can tell what pangs unknown 
 Hold Thee silent and alone. 
 
 Silent through those three dread hours, 
 Wrestling with the evil powers ; 
 Left alone with human sin, 
 Gloom around Thee and within, 
 Till the appointed time is nigh, 
 Till the Lamb of God may die. 
 
 Hark that cry that peals aloud 
 Upward through the whelming cloud ! 
 Thou, the Father's only Son, 
 Thou, His own Anointed One, 
 Thou dost ask Him — can it be ? 
 11 Why hast Thou forsaken Me ? " 
 
 Lord, should fear and anguish roll 
 Darkly o'er my sinful soul, 
 Thou, Who once wast thus bereft 
 That Thine own might ne'er be left, 
 Teach me by that bitter cry 
 In the gloom to know Thee nigh. 
 
D PR I DAY. 
 
 [Evening.] 
 ONCE more Thy Cross before our view 
 Has stood uplifted all the day, 
 And here have come Thy faithful few 
 With Thee to fast and weep and pray. 
 
 The busy world that knows Thee not, 
 And daily crucifies Thee still, 
 Has passed unmarked the sacred spot, 
 In thoughtless mirth or proud self-will. 
 
 Yet, O most patient King of grief, 
 
 Thy Cross is still the healing Tree ; 
 
 And precious balms from every leaf 
 
 Have dropt on those who watched with Thee. 
 
 Thy sevenfold words of love and power 
 Are ever mighty, ever new ; 
 Thy prayer goes up this very hour 
 For those who know not what they do. 
 
 Thy promised rest new hope has brought 
 To hearts this day bowed down by sin ; 
 Thy parting charge new tasks has taught 
 That those who love Thee may begin. 
 
 The gloom that veiled Thy soul's true Sun ; 
 The thirst that parched Thy anguished frame ; 
 The cry that told of victory won ; 
 The dying breath— Thy Father's Name ; 
 
1875- 
 
 GOOD FRIDAY. 
 
 These all are ours : oh may they lie 
 Deep hid within our hearts, we pray. 
 That we may learn with Thee to die. 
 And wait with Thee our Easter day. 
 
ST. PAUL. 
 
 Conbcrston of j£t }Jaul. 
 
 WE sing the glorious conquest 
 
 Before Damascus' gate, 
 When Saul the Church's spoiler 
 
 Came breathing threats and hate : 
 The ravening wolf rushed forward 
 
 Full early to the prey ; 
 But lo ! the Shepherd met him, 
 
 And bound him fast to-day ! 
 
 Oh Glory most excelling 
 
 That smote across his path ! 
 Oh Light that pierced and blinded 
 
 The zealot in his wrath ! 
 Oh Voice that spake within him 
 
 The calm reproving word ! 
 Oh Love that sought and held him 
 
 The bondman of his Lord ! 
 
 O Wisdom ordering all things 
 
 In order strong and sweet, 
 What nobler spoil was ever 
 
 Cast at the Victor's feet ! 
 What wiser master-builder 
 
 E'er wrought at Thine employ, 
 Than he, till now so furious 
 
 Thy building to destroy ! 
 
CO.Yl'E£S/OX OF ST. PAUL. 
 
 Lord, teach Thy Church the lesson, 
 
 Still in her darkest hour 
 Of weakness and of danger 
 
 To trust Thy hidden power. 
 Thy grace by ways mysterious 
 
 The wrath of man can bind, 
 And in Thy boldest foeman 
 
 Thy chosen Saint can find ! 
 
 Feb. a8, 1S71. 
 
ST. FAR.XAPAS. 
 
 jrt. UarnabaiB. 
 
 O SON of God, our Captain of salvation, 
 Thyself by suffering schooled to human grief, 
 
 We thank Thee for Thy sons of consolation, 
 Who follow in the steps of Thee their Chief : — 
 
 Those whom Thy Spirit's dread vocation severs 
 To lead the vanguard of Thy conquering host ; 
 
 Whose toilsome years are spent in brave endeavours 
 To bear Thy saving Name from coast to coast : — 
 
 Those whose bright faith makes feeble hearts grow stronger, 
 And sends fresh warriors to the great campaign, 
 
 Bids the lone convert feel estranged no longer, 
 And wins the sundered to be one again : — 
 
 And all true workers, patient, kind, and skilful, 
 Who shed Thy light across our darkened earth, 
 
 Counsel the doubting, and restrain the wilful, 
 
 Soothe the sick bed and share the children's mirth. 
 
 Such was Thy Levite, strong in self-oblation 
 
 To cast his all at Thine Apostles' feet ; 
 He whose new name through every Christian nation 
 
 From age to age our thankful strains repeat. 
 
 Thus, Lord, Thy Barnabas in memory keeping, 
 Still be Thy Church's watchword, " Comfort ye ; " 
 
 Till in our Father's house shall end our weeping, 
 And all our wants be satisfied in Thee. 
 
 April 5, 1871. 
 
ST. MATTHIAS. 23 
 
 Sbt. IBatHjias. 
 
 PRAISE to the Heavenly Wisdom 
 
 Who knows the hearts of all, — 
 The saintly life's beginnings, 
 
 The traitor's secret fall : 
 Our own ascended Master, 
 
 Who heard His Church's cry, 
 Made known His guiding presence, 
 
 And ruled her from on high. 
 
 Elect in His foreknowledge 
 
 To fill the lost one's place, 
 He formed His chosen vessel 
 
 By hidden gifts of grace ; 
 Then, by the lot's disposing, 
 
 He lifted up the poor, 
 And set him with the Princes 
 
 On high for evermore. 
 
 For on the golden breastplate 
 
 Of our great Priest above 
 Twelve are the stones that glisten 
 
 As throbs that Heart of Love ; 
 And twelve the fair foundations 
 
 Of Salem's jasper wall ; 
 And twelve the thrones predestined 
 
 Within her judgement hall. 
 
ST. MATTHIAS. 
 
 No mystic gem is lacking 
 
 In that divine array; 
 No empty throne shall darken 
 
 The glory of that day : 
 For, lo ! on Twelve the Spirit, 
 
 The Father's Promise, came ; 
 And Twelve went forth together 
 
 To preach the saving Name. 
 
 So when of old the high ones, 
 
 The stars of morning, fell, 
 And God's apostate angels 
 
 Became the hosts of hell ; 
 New marvels of creation 
 
 Eternal Love ordained, 
 And man, in God's own image, 
 
 The forfeit Kingdom gained. 
 
 Still guide Thy Church, Great Shepherd ! 
 
 Her losses still renew ; 
 Be Thy dread keys entrusted 
 
 *To faithful hands and true : 
 Apostles of Thy choosing 
 
 May all her rulers be, 
 That each with joy may render 
 
 His last account to Thee. 
 
 January, 18 
 
ST. BARTHOLOMEW. 
 
 Sbu 33artf)Olometo. 
 
 KING of Saints, to whom the number 
 
 Of Thy starry host is known, 
 Many a name by man forgotten 
 
 Lives for ever round Thy throne : 
 Lights which earth-born mists have darkened 
 
 There are shining full and clear ; 
 Princes in the court of Heaven, 
 
 Nameless, unremembered here. 
 
 In the roll of Thine Apostles, 
 
 One there stands, Bartholomew, 
 He for whom to-day we offer 
 
 Year by year our praises due ; 
 How he toiled for Thee and suffered 
 
 None on earth can now record ; 
 All his saintly life is hidden 
 
 In the knowledge of bis Lord. 
 
 Was it he, beneath the fig-tree 
 
 Seen of Thee, and guileless found ; 
 He who saw the Good he longed for 
 
 Rise from Nazareth's barren ground ; 
 He who met his risen Master 
 
 On the shore of Galilee ; 
 He to whom the word was spoken, 
 
 " Greater things thou yet shalt see ? " 
 
ST. BARTHOLOMEW. 
 
 None can tell us ; all is written 
 
 In the Lamb's great book of life ; — 
 All the faith, and prayer, and patience, 
 
 All the toiling and the strife : 
 There are told Thy hidden treasures :— 
 
 Number us, O Lord, with them 
 When Thou makest up the jewels 
 
 Of Thy living diadem ! 
 
 1871. 
 
ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE. 
 
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 THOU Who sentest Thine Apostles 
 Two and two before Thy face, 
 
 Partners in the night of toiling, 
 Heirs together of Thy grace ; 
 
 Throned at length, their labours ended, 
 Each in his appointed place : 
 
 Praise to Thee for those Thy champions 
 Whom our hymns to-day proclaim : — 
 
 One whose zeal, by Thee enlightened, 
 Burned anew with nobler flame ; 
 
 One, the kinsman of Thy childhood, 
 Brought at last to know Thy Name. 
 
 Praise to Thee ! Thy fire within them 
 Spake in love and wrought in power ; 
 
 Seen in mighty signs and wonders 
 In Thy Church's morning hour ; 
 
 Heard in tones of sternest warning, 
 When the storms began to lour. 
 
 Once again those storms are breaking ; 
 
 Hearts are failing, love grows cold ; 
 Truth is darkened, sin abounding ; 
 
 Grievous wolves assail Thy fold : 
 Save us, Lord, our One Salvation ! 
 
 Save the Faith revealed of old. 
 
ST. SI MOM AXD ST. JUDE. 
 
 Call the erring by Thy pity ; 
 
 Warn the tempted by Thy fear ; 
 Keep us true to Thine allegiance, 
 
 Counting life itself less dear; 
 Standing firmer, holding faster, 
 
 As we see the end draw near. 
 
 Till with holy Jude and Simon, 
 And the thousand faithful more, 
 
 We, the good confession witnessed, 
 And the life-long conflict o'er, 
 
 On the sea of fire and crystal 
 Stand, and wonder, and adore. 
 
 God the Father, great and wondrous 
 In Thy works, to Thee be praise ; 
 
 King of Saints, to Thee be glory, 
 Just and true in all Thy ways ; 
 
 Praise to Thee, from Both proceeding, 
 Holy Ghost, through endless days. 
 
 June 2nd, 1874. 
 
O FATHER, bless the children 
 
 Brought hither to Thy gate ; 
 Lift up their fallen nature, 
 
 Restore their lost estate ; 
 Renew Thine image in them, 
 
 And own them, by this sign, 
 Thy very sons and daughters, 
 
 New-born of birth divine. 
 
 O Jesu Lord, receive them ; 
 
 Thy loving Arms of old 
 Were opened wide to welcome 
 
 The children to Thy fold ; 
 Let these, baptized, and dying, 
 
 Then rising from the dead, 
 Henceforth be living members 
 
 Of Thee their living Head. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, keep them ; 
 
 Dwell with them to the last, 
 Till all the fight is ended, 
 
 And all the storms are past. 
 Renew the gift baptismal, 
 
 From strength to strength, till each 
 The troublous waves o'ercoming 
 
 The land of life shall reach. 
 
O Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 
 O Wisdom, Love, and Power, 
 We wait the promised blessing 
 
 In this accepted hour ! 
 We name upon the children 
 
 The Threefold Name divine ; 
 Receive them, cleanse them, own them, 
 
 And keep them ever Thine. 
 
 1886. 
 
CA TECHIZING. 
 
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 MARY at the Master's feet 
 Sat to hear His gracious word ; 
 So before Thy face we meet : 
 Still be Thou our Teacher, Lord ! 
 
 In Thy Father's temple Thou 
 Once the scholar's place didst fill ; 
 Look on these Thy scholars now, 
 Come like Thee to learn His will. 
 
 Word by word, and line by line, 
 Infant lips their faith profess ; 
 Creed, and Law, and Prayer Divine — 
 Mystery of godliness ! 
 
 Greater far than yet they know 
 
 Are the words they speak in turn ; 
 
 Angels long to look into 
 
 Things which Christian children learn ! 
 
 Open, Lord, Thy boundless store, 
 In Thy wisdom may we grow ; 
 Learning daily more and more, 
 Till Thy perfect Truth we know. 
 
 1871. 
 
FIR MAT ION. 
 
 (Confirmation. 
 
 FATHER ! Name of love and fear ! 
 Lo ! Thy children venture near ; 
 Trembling at Thy footstool stand ; 
 Lowly kneel beneath Thy Hand ; — 
 
 Stand — to speak the great " I do," 
 And the threefold vow renew ; 
 Kneel — to ask the Gift Divine 
 Sealing us for ever Thine. 
 
 Thine we were, before our eyes 
 Opened first on earth and skies ; 
 Thine, before our lips could frame 
 This Thy dear and awful Name ; 
 
 Thine, when on each infant face 
 Dropped the dewy pledge of grace, 
 Then, by Jesus' dying sign, 
 Marked, and claimed, and owned as Thine. 
 
 Through our childhood's joys and fears, 
 Through our schooltide's passing years, 
 Love Divine, unchanging, free, 
 Called and drew our hearts to Thee. 
 
 Thou hast helped us ; Thou hast taught 
 All the works Thy love hath wrought ; 
 All our lost and evil case ; 
 All the marvels of Thy grace. 
 
CON FIR MA TION. 
 
 Sinful hearts indeed and weak 
 Here Thy promised blessing seek ; 
 Small our might, and strong our foe ; 
 Yet the Saving Name we know. 
 
 In that Name our prayers we pour ; 
 Send Thy Spirit down once more ; 
 Let the sevenfold Gift be shed 
 Largely on each bending head. 
 
 So, with strength renewed to-day, 
 Send us forth on life's rough way ; 
 Bound to Thee by Love's strong cords, 
 Living, dying, still our Lord's ! 
 
 March 18, 1871. 
 
.WAh'RIAGF.. 
 
 Jttarnage. 
 
 O FATHER all creating, 
 
 Whose wisdom, love, and power 
 First bound two lives together 
 
 In Eden's primal hour, 
 To-day, to these Thy children, 
 
 Thine earliest gifts renew, — 
 A home by Thee made happy, 
 
 A love by Thee kept true. 
 
 O Saviour, Guest most bounteous 
 
 Of old in Galilee, 
 Vouchsafe to-day Thy presence 
 
 With those who call on Thee ; 
 Their store of earthly gladness 
 
 Transform to heavenly wine, 
 And teach them, in the tasting, 
 
 To know the gift is Thine. 
 
 O Spirit of the Father, 
 
 Breathe on them from above, 
 So mighty in Thy pureness, 
 
 So tender in Thy love ; 
 That guarded by Thy presence, 
 
 From sin and strife kept free, 
 Their lives may own Thy guidance, 
 
 Their hearts be ruled by Thee. 
 
MARRIAGE. 35 
 
 Except Thou build it, Father, 
 
 The house is built in vain ; 
 Except Thou, Saviour, bless it, 
 
 The joy will turn to pain ; 
 But nought can break the union 
 
 Of hearts in Thee made one, 
 And love Thy Spirit hallows 
 
 Is endless love begun. 
 
 January 29, 1876. 
 
BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 
 
 liunal of ti)r Draft. 
 
 NOW the labourer's task is o'er ; 
 
 Now the battle-day is past ; 
 
 Now upon the farther shore 
 
 Lands the voyager at last. 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 
 
 There the tears of earth are dried ; 
 
 There its hidden things are clear ; 
 
 There the work of life is tried 
 
 By a juster Judge than here. 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 
 
 There the Shepherd bringing home 
 Many a lamb forlorn and strayed, 
 Shelters each, no more to roam, 
 Where the wolf can ne'er invade 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 
 
 There the penitents who turn 
 fay- To the Cross their dying eyes, 
 
 All the love of Jesus learn 
 
 At His Feet in Paradise. 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 
 
BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 
 
 There no more the powers of hell 
 Can prevail to mar their peace : 
 Christ the Lord shall guard them well, 
 He who died for their release. 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 ire now Thy servant sire 
 
 • : Earth to earth, and dust to clis: ; " — 
 Calmly now the words we say : 
 Left behind, we wait in trust 
 For the Resurrection Day. 
 Father, in Thy gracious keeping 
 Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 
 
 ::-:. 
 
SUNDAY AFTER A FUNERAL. 
 
 JrinOmP after a $ tin era I. 
 
 AGAIN Thou meetest in Thy way 
 Those who remember Thee to-day ; 
 But one there is who never more 
 Shall here with us Thy Name adore. 
 
 Again our hearts and voices raise 
 Our wonted strains of solemn praise ; 
 But when the burst of song ascends 
 One voice with ours no longer blends. 
 
 Again we spread before Thine eyes 
 The great memorial Sacrifice ; 
 And praising Thee for those at rest, 
 We add one name, yet unexpressed. 
 
 In Thee the Church of Thy dear Son, 
 Without, within the veil, is one ; 
 The sundered links are knit again, 
 And Death and Hell already slain. 
 
 Lord, keep the bond unbroken thus 
 That binds Thy saints at rest to us, 
 That strong in faith, both we and they 
 May wait till breaks Thine Advent Day. 
 
 All glory to the Father give, 
 In Whom all things created live ; 
 To Him Whose dying conquered Death ; 
 To Him of Both the living Breath. 
 1887. 
 
FOUNDATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 jFountratuitt of a CHjutd). 
 
 IN the Name which earth and heaven 
 
 Ever worship, praise, and fear, — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, — 
 
 Shall a house be builded here : 
 Here with prayer its deep foundations, 
 
 In the faith of Christ, we lay, 
 Trusting by His help to crown it 
 
 With the top-stone in its day. 
 
 Here as in their due succession 
 
 Stone on stone the workmen place, 
 Thus, we pray, unseen but surely, 
 
 Jesu, build us up in grace ; 
 Till, within these walls completed, 
 
 We complete in Thee are found ; 
 And to Thee, the one Foundation, 
 
 Strong and living stones, are bound. 
 
 Fair shall be Thine earthly temple : 
 
 Here the careless passer-by, 
 Shall bethink him, in its beauty, 
 
 Of the holier House on high ; 
 Weary hearts and troubled spirits 
 
 Here shall find a still retreat ; 
 Sinful souls shall bring their burden 
 
 Here to the Absolver's feet. 
 
DAT/ON OF A CHURCH. 
 
 Vet with truer, nobler beauty, 
 
 Lord, we pray, this house adorn, 
 Where Thy Bride, Thy Church redeemed, 
 
 Robes her for her marriage morn ; 
 Clothed in garments of salvation, 
 
 Rich with gems of heavenly grace, 
 Spouse of Christ, arrayed and waiting 
 
 Till she may behold His face. 
 
 Here in due and solemn order 
 
 May her ceaseless prayer arfse ; 
 Here may strains of holy gladness 
 
 Lift her heart above the skies ; 
 Here the word of life be spoken ; 
 
 Here the child of God be sealed ; 
 Here the Brtad of Heaven be broken, 
 
 11 Till He come " Himself revealed. 
 
 Praise to Thee, O Master-Builder, 
 
 Maker of the earth and skies ; 
 Praise to Thee, in whom Thy temple 
 
 Fitly framed together lies ; 
 Praise to Thee, Eternal Spirit, 
 
 Binding all that lives in one : 
 Till our earthly praise be ended, 
 
 And the eternal song begun ! 
 
 1871. 
 
OPENING OF A MISSION CHURCH. 
 
 ©pemng of a fHission (ffijurci). 
 
 IN the Name which holy angels 
 
 Ever worship, ever fear ; 
 In the Name of Him Whose Presence 
 
 Fills His temple even here ; 
 To the Throne of grace and mercy 
 
 We with prayer and song draw near. 
 
 Thou Whose cloud of glory rested 
 
 On the Tent in ancient days, 
 Wilt not scorn the lowly building 
 
 Which the poor and needy raise, 
 Lest our souls in darkness perish, 
 
 Lest our lips forget Thy praise. 
 
 Dearer far than gold and silver 
 Are the living stones to Thee, 
 
 Which for Thine eternal temple 
 Framed and polished here may be, 
 
 Evermore Thy praise to echo, 
 Evermore Thy Face to see. 
 
 Soon the fairest and the strongest 
 
 Earthly fabric must decay ; 
 For our years are but a shadow, 
 
 As a dream we pass away ; 
 But that House abideth ever 
 
 In the land of endless day. 
 
OPENING OP A MISS/ON CHURCH. 
 
 Build us then, O Lord Almighty, 
 On the sure Foundation-stone ; 
 
 Bind us ever close together 
 In the love of Thee alone ; 
 
 I>et our bodies be Thy temples, 
 
 And our hearts Thy Spirit's Throne. 
 
 Praise to Thee, O Great Creator, 
 For the work by Thee begun ; 
 
 Praise to Thee in Whom, Lord Jesus, 
 All Thy scattered flock are one ; 
 
 Praise to Thee, Eternal Spirit, 
 With the Father and the Son. 
 
 September, 1878. 
 
DEDICATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 Dedication of a (ffl)ttrd). 
 
 THOU Who once for us uplifted 
 Reigning from the awful tree, 
 
 By Thine ever-fruitful Passion 
 Drawest sinful souls to Thee, 
 
 Let the fulness of Thy blessing 
 On this new foundation be. 
 
 [In Thy Name, O Lord, we lay it : — a 
 Not for pleasure or for pride ; 
 
 Yet if Thou vouchsafe Thy presence 
 With Thy people to abide, 
 
 These poor walls shall be a palace 
 For our King, the Crucified !] 
 
 [In Thy Name this house is builded, b 
 First and last the work is Thine ; 
 
 In Thy Name, and in remembrance 
 Of Thy great salvation's sign ; 
 
 Once the Tree of shame and anguish, 
 Now of grace and love the Shrine.] 
 
 Here proclaimed in all its fulness 
 Let Thy Cross display its might ; 
 
 Foolishness to them that scorn it, 
 Wisdom to the sons of light: 
 
 Pardon, healing, free salvation, 
 In the contrite sinner's sight. 
 a Foundation. b Dedication or Anniversary. 
 
1 1 DED1CA 7 HI 'RCH. 
 
 Here may we be found beside Thee 
 Watching in unwearied faith, 
 
 In our joys and in our sorrows 
 True to Jesus unto death ; 
 
 Clinging to the Cross in patience 
 Till we yield to Thee our breath. 
 
 Those that here, bv this Thy token, 
 Shall be hallowed as Thine own, 
 
 Grant them through their day of battle 
 Nevermore to lay it down, 
 
 Till at eve they rest beneath it, 
 Waiting for Thy promised Crown. 
 
 Xow to Him, Who, Prince and Saviour, 
 By His Cross the victory won, 
 
 From the host of His redeemed ones 
 Be the song of praise begun, 
 
 Which the white-robed throng shall echo 
 While eternal ages run. 
 
 Holy Cross, Cotee 
 August. 1S73. 
 
RESTORATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 ISestoratton of a ©ijurri). 
 
 LIFT the strain of high thanksgiving ! 
 
 Tread with songs the hallowed way ! 
 Praise our fathers' God for mercies 
 
 New to us their sons to-day : 
 Here they built for Him a dwelling, 
 
 Served Him here in ages past, 
 Fixed it for His sure possession, 
 
 Holy ground, while time shall last. 
 
 When the years had wrought their changes, 
 
 He, our own unchanging God, 
 Thought on this His habitation, 
 
 Looked on His decayed abode ; 
 Heard our prayers, and helped our counsels, 
 
 Blessed the silver and the gold, 
 Till once more His house is standing 
 
 Firm and stately as of old. 
 
 Entering then Thy gates with praises, 
 
 Lord, be ours Thine Israel's prayer ; — 
 "Rise into Thy place of resting, 
 
 Show Thy promised Presence there ! " 
 Let the gracious word be spoken 
 
 Here, as once on Sion's height, 
 " This shall be My rest for ever, 
 
 This My dwelling of delight." 
 
46 RESTORATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 Fill this latter house with glory 
 
 Greater than the former knew ; 
 Clothe with righteousness its Priesthood, 
 
 Guide its Choir to reverence true ; 
 Let Thy Holy One's anointing 
 
 Here its sevenfold blessing shed ; 
 Spread for us the heavenly Banquet, 
 
 Satisfy Thy poor with Bread. 
 
 Praise to Thee, Almighty Father ! 
 
 Praise to Thee, Eternal Son ! 
 Praise to Thee, all-quickening Spirit ! 
 
 Ever-blessed Three in One ! 
 Threefold Power and Grace and Wisdom ; 
 
 Moulding out of sinful clay 
 Living stones for that true temple 
 
 Which shall never know decay. 
 
 St. Helen's, Tarporley, 1SC9. 
 
DEDICA TION FES TI VAL OF S T. NIC HO LA S, BRIGHTON. 47 
 
 J&gmn for ttie JBctucation jfestibal of 
 j5t. i3ttd)ola^ ©Ijurd), Brighton. 
 
 PRAISE our God for all the wonders 
 
 Wrought by His right Hand of old ; 
 Deeds of which we tell our children, 
 
 Saints of whom our fathers told ! 
 Praise Him for His faithful servant 
 
 By whose name this house we call, 
 Champion of his Saviour's Godhead 
 
 In Nicea's council hall. 
 
 Brought by long-forgotten teachers, 
 
 Many a legend fair and quaint, 
 Taught our simple sires to cherish 
 
 Memories of the Sailor-saint ; 
 Told them how he loved the children, 
 
 How he succoured those in need, 
 How he burned with righteous anger, 
 
 Valiant for the Church's Creed. 
 
 So the seaman and the fisher 
 
 Called their Church upon the down 
 By his name who taught the sailors 
 
 In that old Levantine town ; 
 Carved upon their font his story, 
 
 Raised his tower above the shore, 
 Found their rest beneath its shadow 
 
 When the storms of life were o'er. 
 
DICAT/OX FESTIVAL OF ST. X1CIIOLAS, BRIGHTOX. 
 
 Praise our God ! through all earth's changes 
 
 Changeless still His Church is found ; 
 Firm she stands, while Wealth and Pleasure 
 
 Flaunt their thousand follies iound : 
 All men as of old she welcomes, 
 
 Speaks her ancient watchwords still ; 
 Still the poor folk and the children 
 
 Love the Church upon the hill ! 
 
 Oh, by all Thy former mercies 
 
 Shewn within these hallowed walls ; 
 By the vows we here have spoken. 
 
 By Thy warnings and Thy calls ; 
 By the dear ones with Thee resting 
 
 Who beside us here have knelt, 
 By the griefs we laid before Thee, 
 
 By the comforts we have felt : — 
 
 Watch, O Lord, in love, we pray Thee, 
 
 O'er this ancient holy place ; 
 Here in years to come may numbers 
 
 Learn Thy Name, and seek Thy Face ; 
 Till Thy Church's work is ended, 
 
 And the glorious Day draws nigh, 
 When her children need no Temple 
 
 In the Home of Praise on high. 
 
DEDICA TION FES TI VAL OF S T. NICHOLAS, BRIGHTON. 49 
 
 God Almighty, great and wondrous 
 
 In Thy works, to Thee be praise ; 
 Praise to Thee, O King of Ages, 
 
 True and righteous in Thy ways ; 
 Sing we with the saints victorious 
 
 Standing on the glassy sea ; 
 Thou alone art great and holy, 
 
 Ever-blessed Trinity ! 
 
 December, 1882. 
 
JUBILEE OF A CHURCH. 
 
 jubtlCT of a <CJ)urrt). 
 
 [Hymn for the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Dedication of 
 Christ Church, Coventry.] 
 
 WITHIN Thy Temple, Lord, of old 
 
 Above the kneeling throngs 
 Their tale the silver trumpets told, 
 
 And woke the joyful songs ; — 
 The time is come ! the slave is free ! 
 All hail the year of Jubilee ! 
 
 Again in Nazareth's house of prayer 
 
 The Lord of Freedom stood, 
 Proclaiming to the listeners there 
 
 The tidings glad and good : — 
 I come to set the prisoners free, 
 To preach the year of Jubilee ! 
 
 O Thou, anointed then to save 
 
 The souls imprisoned long, 
 And ransom from the very grave 
 
 The captives of the strong ; 
 All life is Freedom now in Thee, 
 And every year a Jubilee ! 
 
 Behold us gathered by Thy grace 
 
 Where fifty years ago 
 Our fathers built this holy place 
 
 Thy saving Name to show : 
 To seek Thy Face on bended knee, 
 And preach Thy Gospel's Jubilee. 
 
JUBILEE OF A CHURCH. 
 
 Our fathers' God ! be ours to-day ; 
 
 Come with Thy saving power; 
 In every heart prepare Thy way, 
 
 And bring the accepted hour. 
 Still let Thy word set captives free ; 
 And make this day a Jubilee. 
 
 So when another trumpet-blast 
 
 Rings in that greatest Day 
 When all things are restored at last, 
 
 All wrongs are done away, 
 We may come forth redeemed and free 
 To keep Thine endless Jubilee. 
 
52 CONSECRATION OP A BURIAL G ROUND. 
 
 ffionscrration of a liunal ©rouni. 
 
 O THOU in Whom Thy saints repose, 
 When life's brief conflict finds its close; 
 Behold us met before Thy face 
 To hallow this their resting-place : 
 Safe are the souls whom Thou dost keep, 
 And safely here their dust shall sleep. 
 
 Thou knowest, Lord, for Thou hast wept 
 Beside the tomb where Lazarus slept, 
 What tears must flow, what hearts must bleed, 
 When here we sow the precious seed, 
 Thou still rememberest on Thy throne, 
 Thy garden grave and sealed stone. 
 
 Bid then Thy hosts encamp around 
 This chosen spot of holy ground : 
 Here let calm Hope with Memory dwell, 
 And Faith of heavenly comfort tell : 
 No thought of ill, no footstep rude 
 Profane the sacred solitude. 
 
 Here when Thy mourners shall repair 
 In lonely grief and trembling prayer, 
 Lift Thou sad hearts and streaming eyes 
 To those fair glades of Paradise, 
 Where safe within the guarded gate 
 Thy ransomed souls in patience wait. 
 
CONSECRATION OF A BURIAL GROUND. 
 
 And when the Valley, thick with corn, 
 Shall laugh to see Thy Harvest morn, 
 Here may the Angel Reapers find 
 Full many a sheaf for Thee to bind, 
 And in Thy golden garner store 
 Our fruit of tears for evermore. 
 
 November 19, 1870. 
 
[ PROCESSIONAL FOR THE LONDON A//SS/ON. 
 
 processional for tijc Eontion fBtssion. 
 
 ONWARD, brothers, onward ! march with one accord ; 
 Jesus goes before us, all-victorious Lord ! 
 Ye who serve and love Him, join with all your powers 
 In the holy warfare 'gainst His foes and ours. 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! march with one accord ; 
 
 Jesus goes before us, all-victorious Lord ! 
 
 Far and wide around us, see on every hand 
 Through the mighty city, Satan's strongholds stand ; 
 Selfish greed and grinding, lust and drink and hate — 
 These his chains which bind men with their iron weight. 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! &c. 
 Ah, the groans uprising from those dungeons cold ! 
 Ah, the wounds unhealed, — ah, the griefs untold ! 
 Ah, the Peace they crave for — Peace which never comes ! 
 Ah, the need of Jesus in ten thousand homes ! 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! &c. 
 Can we rest contented whom His love hath freed, 
 Careless of our brothers in their bitter need? 
 Soldiers, up and onward ! lay the oppressor low ! 
 Bring the old Glad Tidings to these sons of woe ! 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! &c. 
 Ours the might that conquered in the days of old, 
 Faith that never changes, Love that ne'er grows cold : 
 He is with us alway — He Who bade us ' Go,' 
 Till that every creature His dear Name shall know. 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! &c. 
 
CHORAL FESTIVAL. 55 
 
 <ffi)orat JfesttbaL 
 
 COME forth, O Christian brothers, 
 
 In ordered fair array ; 
 Come forth with strains of gladness 
 
 To greet your festal day ! 
 Rejoice in God your Saviour ; 
 
 Your hearts and voices raise, 
 His gates with songs to enter, 
 
 And tread His courts with praise. 
 
 Here, joined in holy union, 
 
 Assembling year by year, 
 With one accord to worship 
 
 Before Him we appear ; 
 With joy, like holy David, 
 
 Our hearts receive the word 
 Which bids us seek together 
 
 The House of David's Lord. 
 
 Levites of that new Temple 
 
 Not built by human hands, 
 Before Whose heavenly Altar 
 
 One Priest for ever stands, 
 Through Him our gifts we offer, 
 
 Through Him our vows we pay, 
 The fruit of lips made ready 
 
 To give Him thanks to-day. 
 
CHORAL FESTIVAL. 
 
 Yet who may venture nigh Thee 
 
 Or who may touch Thine ark ? 
 O Thou beside Whose pureness 
 
 The heaven of heavens is dark ; 
 Whose fire is swift to chasten, 
 
 Whose scourge is strong to smite, 
 Whose eyes and heart are watching 
 
 Thy Temple day and night ! 
 
 Before Thy Throne great Angels 
 
 With veiled faces bow ; 
 Have mercy on the sinful 
 
 Who dare to seek Thee now ; 
 And o'er our earth-soiled garments 
 
 Thy robe of whiteness fling, 
 And touch with fire supernal 
 
 Our lips before we sing ! 
 
 So kindled from Thine altar, 
 
 Prepared and owned by Thee, 
 Shall body, soul, and spirit, 
 
 A whole-burnt-oflering be : 
 So with the eternal anthem 
 
 Our praises shall unite, 
 And this our lowly service 
 
 Be pleasing in Thy sight. 
 
 Chester, May, 1870. 
 
NATIONAL THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Rational JHjatifcsgibtng. 
 
 PRAISE to our God, whose bounteous hand 
 
 Prepared of old our glorious land ; 
 
 A garden fenced with silver sea ; 
 
 A people prosperous, strong, and free. 
 
 Praise to our God ; through all our past 
 His mighty arm hath held us fast ; 
 Till wars and perils, toils and tears, 
 Have brought the rich and peaceful years. 
 
 Praise to our God ; the Vine He set 
 Within our coasts is fruitful yet ; 
 On many a shore her seedlings grow ; 
 'Neath many a sun her clusters glow. 
 
 Praise to our God ; His power alone 
 Can keep unmoved our ancient throne ; 
 Sustained by counsels wise and just, 
 And guarded by a people's trust. 
 
 Praise to our God ; though chastenings stern 
 Our evil dross should throughly burn ; 
 His rod and staff, from age to age, 
 Shall rule and guide His heritage ! 
 
 1871. 
 
/.V A WET HARVEST. 
 
 i\\ a Mitt ?£arbcst. 
 
 PRAISE our God, Whose open Hand 
 
 Fills with plenty all that lives : 
 Praise our God ! to every land 
 
 Harvest store His bounty gives : 
 Praise Him under skies of grey ; 
 
 Praise Him in our cares and fears ; 
 Praise Him, though He long delay 
 
 Bringing back the happy years. 
 
 Praise the Lord of all the earth ! — 
 
 Yet in grave and solemn wise, 
 Not with loud and thoughtless mirth, 
 
 Bid the songs of Harvest rise : 
 Think upon our brethren dear 
 
 Sorrowing o'er their hopes forlorn ; 
 Pray that God"s true love may cheer 
 
 Eyes that fail, and hearts that mourn. 
 
 Praise Him, though our anthems rise 
 
 Over chill and sodden fields : 
 Still His care our need supplies, 
 
 Still our poor from dearth He shields ; 
 Winds of God across the deep 
 
 Waft the Harvest-laden sails ; 
 Sign of Love that knows no sleep, 
 
 Pledge of Truth that never fails. 
 
IN A WET HARVEST. 
 
 Praise our God, till Faith grow- strong; 
 
 Praise with steadfast heart and will \ 
 Sing anew the Harvest song ; 
 
 Tell of all His goodness still : 
 Far and wide from land to land 
 
 Be the great thanksgiving spread — 
 Glory to the Lord Whose Hand 
 
 Gives this day our daily bread ! 
 
 September, 1881. 
 
IN TIME OF SCARCITY. 
 
 in <Etmc of Searcmj. 
 
 GOD, Creator and Preserver ! 
 
 God, who feedest man and beast ; 
 God whose tender mercy careth 
 
 For the weakest and the least : 
 
 If in former times of gladness, 
 In the fulness of our bread, 
 
 Harvest gifts to Thee we offered, 
 Harvest songs to Thee we said ; 
 
 Shall we not in trustful patience 
 Cast our care upon Thee now ? 
 
 Shall we not in meek obedience 
 To Thy righteous judgments bow? 
 
 Though the earth withhold her increase, 
 Though the heaven restrain its dew, 
 
 Though his hand the reaper fill not, 
 Yet we know that Thou art true. 
 
 Not in vain the mighty Promise 
 From beneath the Bow of peace, 
 
 Told us " while the earth remaineth, 
 "Seedtime, harvest, shall not cease." 
 

 
 IN TIME OF SCARCITY. 
 
 Thou art true, though we are faithless ; 
 
 Thou art Love, though we are blind ; 
 Pity now Thy mourning people, 
 
 Call the former times to mind. 
 
 So the sunshine of Thy bounty 
 Once again shall dry our tears, 
 
 And Thy gracious hand restore us 
 All our canker-eaten years. 
 
 1870. 
 
62 IN TIME OF PESTILENCE. 
 
 i\\ JTtmr of Vegttlenrr. 
 
 O LORD of life and death, we come 
 
 In sorrow to Thy Throne ; 
 Yet not bewildered, blind, and dumb, 
 
 Before some Power unknown. 
 
 The scourge is in our Father's hand ; 
 
 The plague comes forth from Thee : 
 Oh give us hearts to understand, 
 
 And faith Thy ways to *ee ! 
 
 Forgive the foul neglect that brought 
 Thy chastening to our door ; 
 
 The homes uncleansed, the souls untaught, 
 The unregarded poor. 
 
 The slothful ease, the greed of gain, 
 
 The wasted years, forgive ; 
 Purge out our sins by needful pain, 
 
 Then turn, and bid us live. 
 
 So shall the lives for which we plead 
 Be spared to praise Thee still ; 
 
 And we, from fear and danger freed, 
 Be strong to do Thy will. 
 Oct. 20, 1871. 
 
IN TIME OF WAR. 6 
 
 in ftimc of ffl23ar. 
 
 [Based on an older Hymn.] 
 
 GOD the Almighty, in wisdom ordaining 
 
 Judgements unsearchable — famine or sword; 
 
 Over the tumult of war Thou art reigning j 
 Give to us peace in our time, O Lord ! 
 
 God the All-righteous ! though man hath defied Thee, 
 
 Sure to eternity stand eth Thy word j 
 Falsehood and wrong shall not tarry beside Thee ; 
 
 Give to us peace in our time, O Lord ! 
 
 God the All-pitiful ! is it not crying — 
 
 Blood of the guiltless like water outpoured? 
 
 Look on the anguish, the sorrow, the sighing ; 
 Give to us peace in our time, O Lord ! 
 
 God the All-wise ! by the fire of Thy chastening, 
 Earth shall be Freedom and Truth be restored ; 
 
 Through the thick darkness Thy Kingdom is hastening : 
 Thou wilt give peace in Thy time, O Lord ! 
 
 August 28, 1870. 
 
TEACHERS' MEETING. 
 
 Ccarijrrs' i-Bcrttntj. 
 
 BREAK Thou to us, O Lord, 
 The Bread of Life to-day ; 
 And through Thy written Word 
 Thy very self display ; 
 That so from hearts which burn 
 With gazing on Thy Face, 
 Thy little ones may learn 
 The wonders of Thy grace. 
 
 Breathe Thou upon us, Lord, 
 
 Thy Spirit's living flame, 
 
 That so with one accord 
 
 Our lips may tell Thy Name ; 
 
 Give Thou the hearing ear, 
 
 Fix Thou the wandering thought, 
 
 That tho*»e we teach may hear 
 
 The great things Thou hast wrought. 
 
 Speak Thou for us, O Lord, 
 In all we say of Thee ; 
 According to Thy Word 
 Let all our teaching be ; 
 That so Thy lambs may know 
 Their own true Shepherd's voice, 
 Where'er He leads them go, 
 And in His Love rejoice. 
 
TEACHERS' MEETING. 65 
 
 Live Thou within us, Lord ; 
 Thy mind and will be ours ; 
 Be Thou beloved, adored, 
 And served with all our powers ; 
 That so our lives may teach 
 Thy children what Thou art, 
 And plead, by more than speech, 
 For Thee with every heart. 
 
 1881. 
 
HA A> VBS T THA NKSGI VI NG. 
 
 SJarbrst Otyanftggibiitg. 
 
 [For the Church of England Temperance Society.] 
 
 O THOU Who givest food to all 
 
 With love that never tires, 
 Not doled in pittance scant and small, 
 
 But full for all desires : 
 From land and sea Thy bounty free 
 
 Has heaped the world's great board ; 
 The eyes of all men wait on Thee, 
 
 Their lips shall bless Thee, Lord. 
 
 Thy kindness spreads with golden wheat 
 
 Broad miles of Western plain, 
 And makes green English orchards sweet 
 
 With Autumn's wealth again ; 
 Thy sun and shower bring back the hour 
 
 Of Cana's gracious sign, 
 Where warm on Southern vineyard slopes 
 
 The mellow clusters shine. 
 
 We bless Thee for the fruitful fields, 
 
 The seasons' changing round, 
 The store which every region yields, 
 
 The year with plenty crowned : 
 All praise be Thine for Corn and Wine, 
 
 High gifts, by Thee decreed 
 For symbols of a Food divine 
 
 Our Meat and Drink indeed. 
 
HARVEST THANKSGIVING. 
 
 Yet, while Thy gladdening gifts we share 
 
 With thankful hearts for all, 
 Oh keep us sober unto prayer, 
 
 And watchful lest we fall ; 
 That so we feast not fearlessly, 
 
 Nor mock at sin and shame, 
 But eat and drink and speak and think 
 
 To glorify Thy Name. 
 
 August 30, 18 
 
68 A CHRISTMAS CAROL FOR TEMPERANCE WORKERS. 
 
 a iffljristmas (Carol for Scmprrance 
 ffliKorfccrs. 
 
 GLORY in the highest ! let our Church bells ring ; 
 Welcome in the birthday of the world's true King ! 
 Glory in the highest ! angels sang of yore ; 
 Let their tidings gladden earth from shore to shore. 
 
 Glory in the highest ! let the praiseful throng, 
 Joined in high Communion raise the ancient song ; 
 Raise the sweet " Adeste," praise the Incarnate Word ; 
 " Come let us adore Him, Jesus Christ the Lord !" 
 
 Glory in the highest ! Ah, what sounds arise 
 Now from earth responsive to the peaceful skies ? 
 Sounds of midnight revel, oath, and jest, and brawl : — 
 Say, is this our welcome to the Lord of all ? 
 
 Ah ! Fair Child of Mary, on Thy manger throne, 
 Is it thus Thou comest, Jesu, to Thine own ? 
 Thou art born the sinless, fallen man to win ; 
 Shall we make Thy Birth-night plea for fouler sin ? 
 
 Canst Thou hear our carol in this evil time ; — 
 All our Christmas annals stained with blood and crime? 
 Where is now the " Glory " ? Where is " Peace on Earth"? 
 Where are now the tokens of the world's new birth ? 
 
A CHRISTMAS CAROL FOR TEMPERANCE WORKERS. 69 
 
 Glory in the highest ! Peace from God to men ! 
 Tell the old-new tidings Christmas brings again ! 
 Tell among the heathen, Christians but in name, 
 Christ is born to free you, slaves of sin and shame ! 
 
 Gird you, Christian brothers, to your blessed toil ! 
 Make His pathway ready in this desert soil ! 
 Till His promised Spirit, o'er the earth outpoured, 
 Make all hearts the Kingdom of the Incarnate Lord ! 
 
 Advent, 1884. 
 
70 OPENING OP A WORKMEN'S COFFEE TAVERN. 
 
 Opening of a USEtorfcmen'* (Eoffre JEabcvn. 
 
 THOU Who wearied by the well 
 Satest in the noontide sun, 
 There of that pure Stream didst tell, 
 Quenching thirst for every one : 
 
 Bless this house ; a place of rest 
 For the toilers and the poor ; 
 Shelter to the passing guest ; 
 Refuge from the Tempter's lure. 
 
 Never here be souls betrayed ; 
 Never maddening draught be poured ; 
 Never of this Inn be said — 
 "Room is none for Christ the Lord." 
 
 Here may peace and brotherhood 
 Long from year to year endure ; 
 Words of wisdom, thoughts of good, 
 Wholesome mirth, and pleasures pure. 
 
 What is earth itself? an Inn 
 Where we wait our time to go j 
 Business, pleasure, care, and sin 
 Through the doors pass to and fro. 
 
OPENING OF A WORKMEN'S COFFEE TAVERN. 71 
 
 Grant us, Lord, when we depart, — 
 Guests that tarry but a day — 
 Passing on to where Thou art, 
 There in our true Home to stay. 
 
 September 23, 1882. 
 
72 OPENING OP A PARISH ROOM. 
 
 ©pening of a |)au0t) Uoom. 
 
 [Exodus xl. 34. Acts h. 2.] 
 
 SPIRIT of God, Whose glory 
 
 The Tent of Meeting filled, 
 Whose mighty Breath at Pentecost 
 
 The Upper Chamber thrilled ; 
 O Teacher, Guide, Inspirer, 
 
 O Worker Manifold, 
 In all the fulness of Thy Gifts 
 
 Be with us as of old. 
 
 When here Thy people gather 
 
 To search the sacred Word, 
 Spirit of Wisdom, teach Thou them 
 
 The things of Christ the Lord ; 
 Spirit of Understanding, 
 
 Thy flawless Light impart, 
 And touch the lips that fain would speak, 
 
 And wake the listening heart. 
 
 When here amidst their toiling 
 
 Thy Church's workers meet, 
 And all their troubles, hopes, and fears, 
 
 Are laid at Jesus' feet ; 
 Spirit of Counsel, aid them 
 
 With Thy discernment true, 
 Spirit of Might, unwearied still, 
 
 Their fainting souls renew. 
 
OPENING OF A PARISH ROOM. 
 
 When here Thy sons and daughters 
 
 Are training for the hour 
 That bids them speak the threefold vow, 
 
 And seek the Gift of Power ; 
 Spirit of Knowledge, guide them 
 
 Thy calling to obey ; 
 Spirit of Godliness, constrain 
 
 The feet that else would stray. 
 
 And still unseen beside us, 
 
 Yet known and felt by all, 
 In teaching or in conference, 
 
 If joy or grief befall, 
 To chasten all our gladness, 
 
 To help us when we pray, 
 Spirit of Holy Fear, be Thou 
 
 Our Keeper and our Stay. 
 
 Easter Monday, April 2, 18 
 
HYMX OF THE WORKER ON A HOE/DAY. 
 
 K$tnti of tije KBorfcer on a Imodium 
 
 HERE in this peaceful time and place of rest, 
 I lift my thoughts, dear Master, unto Thee ; 
 Seeking in calm repose upon Thy breast 
 Some gracious pledge that Thou art come with me. 
 
 Thou too hast known the thronging of the crowd, a 
 The " many coming" as the hours went by, b 
 The weary head in deep exhaustion bowed, 
 The broken sleep, the sudden midnight cry. c 
 
 All these were Thine, O Bearer of our woes ; 
 No rest to Thee our suffering manhood gave ; 
 Through Thy three years no leisure for repose, 
 Till that last Sabbath in Thy garden-grave ! 
 
 Yet Thy compassion knows my feebler frame, 
 Mine is the rest my Master would not take ; 
 And if my work indeed be in Thy Name, 
 These quiet hours are hallowed for Thy sake. 
 
 Thou art with me ; as when Thy Twelve returned 
 And poured their tale of labours at Thy Feet, 
 Thy pitying Eye their weariness discerned, 
 Thy Love provided them some still retreat. d 
 
 a St. Mark iii. 9, &c. *> St. Mark vi. 31. c St. Mark iv. 38. 
 
 : irk vi. 31, 32. 
 
HYMN OF THE WORKER ON A HOLIDA Y. 7 
 
 With Thee they climbed the gorge whence Jordan falls, 6 
 Saw Hermon's snowpeaks glow with dawn's red fire, 
 And watched, beneath the heathen's broken walls, 
 The blue sea whitening on the shores of Tyre. 
 
 Thou lovedst Thy fair land ; the solitudes 
 Of her grey hills, fit home for musings high ; f 
 Spring with her glowing flowers and nestling broods, g 
 The moonlit garden 11 and the sunset sky. 1 
 
 Nor these alone ; for Thou didst condescend 
 The joys of human fellowship to share, 
 The simple welcome of some village friend, 
 Mary's deep gladness, Martha's loving care. 
 
 In toil, in leisure, I may learn of Thee ; 
 Keep Thee beside me in my mountain walk, 
 Set to Thy Name the music of the sea, 
 And open all my heart in voiceless talk. 
 
 So when Thy call shall bid me to return 
 With strength renewed, to labour in my place, 
 My lips shall overflow, my heart shall burn 
 With new revealings of Thy boundless grace. 
 
 Pegli, Feb., 1885. 
 
 e Compare St. Mark vi. 30, 31 ; vii. 24, 31 ; viii. 27 ; ix. 2, &c. 
 f St. Luke vi. 12, &c. s St. Matt. vi. 26-30. h St. Johnxviii.2. iSt.Matt.xvi.2. 
 
7G EARLY COMMUNION AT A MEETING OF CLERGY. 
 
 Earls (Communion at a iilrrtmg of ifflergy. 
 
 Af'yft avro'is 6 'irjo-ovs • Ati/Tf npiOTrjjaTe. (St. JollH XXI, 12.) 
 
 THY Voice it is that calls us, bounteous Lord, 
 While the fresh morning smiles o'er land and sea ; 
 Thy tender care it is that spreads the Board 
 That we may come and break our fast wiih Thee. 
 
 No gains are ours to spread before Thy sight ; 
 Our nets lie torn and tangled on the beach ; 
 Yet Thou hast seen us toiling through the night ; 
 Thou hast a welcome and a place for each. 
 
 We dare not ask Thee Who or where Thou art, 
 Or whence the sweet Refreshment here prepared ; 
 This Bread, this Cup, shall tell the listening heart 
 Things which no eye hath seen, no tongue declared. 
 
 Only that secret Voice, so calm and deep, 
 Asks in the silence of each silent guest, 
 "Thou who dost eat with Me while others sleep, 
 Dost thou indeed love Me beyond the rest ? " 
 
 Thou knowest, Lord ! let each by Thee be taught 
 How best Thy work to do, Thy flock to tend ; 
 One, pressing onward, meet the Cross unsought ; 
 Another wait in patience for the end. 
 
 Only may all, when that long-wished-for Morn 
 Reveals Thee standing on the Eternal Shore, 
 Through the dark waters by Thy grace upborne, 
 Sit down with Thee, Thy guests for evermore ! 
 
 August 21. 1877. 
 
HYMN OF THE INCARNATION. 
 
 Jfcgmn of \\)t Incarnation, 
 
 [First two verses based on the Da Puer Pleetvum of Prudentius, and 
 the refrain borrowed from the Mediaeval cento from the same hymn.] 
 
 SING, ye faithful, sing with gladness j 
 Wake your noblest, sweetest strain ; 
 
 With the praises of your Saviour 
 Let His house resound again ; 
 
 Him let all your music honour 
 And your songs exalt His reign 
 
 Evermore and evermore ! 
 
 Offspring of the Father's wisdom, 
 
 Ere the worlds began to be, 
 He, the Brightness of His glory, 
 
 Image of His Person He, 
 Word of God, within His bosom 
 
 Dwelt from all eternity 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 By that Word arose the creatures 
 
 Fair and perfect in His sight ; 
 Suns and stars in countless myriads 
 
 Filled the void expanse of night, 
 God's Paternal love reflecting 
 
 In the depth and in the height, 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
78 HYMN OF THE INCARNATION. 
 
 Yet a newer work of wonder 
 All creating work surpassed ; 
 
 When the Father loved so greatly 
 One poor world by sin downcast, 
 
 When He willed from death to save it, 
 And upraise to life at last, 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 Then the Word came forth from heaven, 
 Bowed Himself to Bethlehem's cave, 
 
 Stooped to wear the servant's vesture, 
 Bore the pain, the cross, the grave, 
 
 Passed within the gates of darkness, 
 Thence His banished ones to save 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 So He tasted death for all men, 
 He of all mankind the Head, 
 
 Sinless One among the sinful, 
 Prince of Life among the dead, 
 
 So He wrought the full redemption, 
 And the captor captive led 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
 Now on high, yet ever with us, 
 
 From His Father's Throne the Son 
 
 Rules and guides the world He ransomed, 
 Till the appointed work be done, 
 
 Till He see, renewed and perfect, 
 All things gathered into one 
 
 Evermore and evermore. 
 
1870. 
 
 HYMN OF THE INCARNATION. T 
 
 Day of promised restitution ! 
 
 Fruit of all His sorrows past ! 
 When the crown of His dominion 
 
 He before the Throne shall cast, 
 And throughout the wide creation 
 
 God be all in all at last a 
 
 Evermore and evermore ! Amen. 
 
 a 1 Cor. xv. 28. 
 
"ALL LIVE UNTO I! I Mr 
 
 "311 Elbe Kuto 3^im.'* 
 
 GOD of the living, in Whose eyes 
 Unveiled Thy whole creation lies ; 
 All souls are Thine ; we must not say, 
 That those are dead who pass away ; 
 From this our world of flesh set free, 
 We know them living unto Thee. 
 
 Released from earthly toil and strife, 
 
 With Thee is hidden still their life ; 
 
 Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, 
 
 All Thine, and yet most truly ours ; 
 
 For well we know, where'er they be, 
 
 Our dead are living unto Thee. 
 
 Not spilt like water on the ground, 
 Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, 
 Not wandering in unknown despair 
 Beyond Thy voice, Thine arm, Thy care; 
 Not left to lie like fallen tree ; 
 Not dead, but living unto Thee. 
 
 Thy word is true, Thy will is just ; 
 
 To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; 
 
 And bless Thee for the love which gave 
 
 Thy Son to fill a human grave. 
 
 That none might fear that world to see 
 
 Where all are living unto '1 hee. 
 
"ALL LIVE UNTO HIM" 
 
 O Breather into man of breath, a 
 Holder of the keys of death, b 
 O Quickener of the life within, 
 Save us from death, the death of sin 
 That body, soul, and spirit be 
 For ever living unto Thee ! 
 
 July 6, 1867. 
 
 a Gen. ii. 7. b Rev. i. 18. 
 
82 "IT DOTH NOT VET APPEAR WHAT WE SHALL BE: 
 
 "It tioti) not get appear totjat toe stall he." 
 
 O SHINING city of our God ! 
 
 And shall we see thee here ? 
 Thy pearly gates and golden streets ? — 
 
 " It doth not yet appear." 
 
 O healing tree of twelvefold fruit ! 
 
 O river pure and clear ! 
 And shall we touch, and shall we taste ? — 
 
 " It doth not yet appear." 
 
 O crowned and white-robed choir on high, 
 
 Our elder brethren dear ! 
 And shall we blend our songs with yours ? — 
 
 " It doth not yet appear." 
 
 O Rainbow Throne I O Court of Heaven ! 
 
 And are ye truly so ? 
 Or signs of things we cannot yet 
 
 In faintest semblance know ? 
 
 For Thine appearing, Lord, I wait ; 
 
 Be this enough for me, 
 If I may see Thee as Thou art, 
 
 And then be like to Thee. 
 
 January si, 1870. 
 
THE THINGS ETERNAL. 
 
 &f)e STfjings (Sternal. 
 
 WHEN the day of toil is done, 
 When the race of life is run, 
 Father, grant Thy wearied one 
 Rest for evermore ! 
 
 When the strife of sin is stilled, 
 When the foe within is killed, 
 Be Thy gracious word fulfilled — 
 Peace for evermore ! 
 
 When the darkness melts away 
 At the breaking of Thy day, 
 Bid us hail the cheering ray; — 
 Light for evermore ! 
 
 When the heart by sorrow tried 
 Feels at length its throbs subside, 
 Bring us, where all tears are dried, 
 Joy for evermore ! 
 
 When for vanished days we yearn, 
 Days that never can return, 
 Teach us in thy love to learn 
 Love for evermore ! 
 
 When the breath of life is flown, 
 When the grave must claim its own, 
 Lord of Life ! be ours Thy crown ; — 
 Life for evermore ! 
 January 25, 1870. 
 
THE VOICE OF GOD. 
 
 Cf)e Yo\ct of ©oTj. 
 
 SPEAK Thou to me, Lord, 
 The living mighty word ; 
 And in Thy secret Voice 
 Shall heart and flesh rejoice. 
 
 The Book of books is mine, 
 The oUen voice Divine ; — 
 Yet all is dumb therein 
 Except Thou speak within. 
 
 The Church enfolds me round ; — 
 Yet there no voice is found ; 
 Tis discord all and din 
 Except Thou speak within. 
 
 Thine is the inward light ; — 
 Yet guides it not aright, 
 To trust it were to sin, 
 Except Thou speak within. 
 
 Speak then to me, O Lord, 
 In Conscience, Church, and Word ; 
 And more than these can say 
 I yet shall know, one day. 
 
 
HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. 
 
IStfore Srijool. (morning.) 
 
 DAY by day we magnify Thee — 
 When our hymns in school we raise ; 
 
 Daily work begun and ended 
 With the daily voice of praise. 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee — 
 When, as each new day is born, 
 
 On our knees at home we bless Thee 
 For the mercies of the morn. 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee — 
 In our hymns before we sleep ; 
 
 Angels hear them, watching by us, 
 Christ's dear lambs all night to keep. 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee — 
 Not in words of praise alone j 
 
 Truthful lips and meek obedience 
 Shew Thy glory in Thine own. 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee — 
 When for Jesus' sake we try 
 
 Every wrong to bear with patience, 
 Every sin to mortify. 
 
BEFORE SCHOOL. (MORNING.) 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee — 
 Till our days on earth shall cease, 
 
 Till we rest from these our labours, 
 Waiting for Thy day in peace ; 
 
 Then, on that eternal morning, 
 With Thy great redeemed host, 
 
 May we fully magnify Thee, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 1856. 
 
AFTER SCHOOL. (AFTERNOON.) 
 
 after 3*1)001. (Afternoon.) 
 
 THE hours of school are over, 
 
 The evening calls us home ; 
 Once more to thee, O Father, 
 
 With thankful hearts we come : 
 For all Thy countless blessings 
 
 We praise Thy Holy Name, 
 And own thy love unchanging, 
 
 Through days and years the same. 
 
 For life, and health, and shelter 
 
 From harm throughout the day, 
 The kindness of our teachers, 
 
 The gladness of our play ; 
 For all the dear affection 
 
 Of parents, brothers, friends, 
 To Him our thanks we render, 
 
 Who these and all things sends. 
 
 But these, O Lord, can shew us 
 
 Thy goodness but in part ; 
 Thy love would lead us onward 
 
 To know Thee as Thou art ; 
 Thy Son came down from heaven 
 
 To take away our sin, 
 Thy Spirit dwells among us 
 
 To make us clean within. 
 
AFTER SCHOOL. (AFTERSOON.) 
 
 For this, O Lord, we bless Thee, 
 
 For this we thank Thee most, — 
 The cleansing of the sinful, 
 
 The saving of the lost ; 
 The Teacher ever present, 
 
 The Friend for ever nigh, 
 The Home prepared by Jesus 
 
 For us above the sky. 
 
 Lord, gather all Thy children 
 
 To meet Thee there at last, 
 Where earthly tasks are ended, 
 
 And earthly days are past ; 
 With all our dear ones round us, 
 
 In that eternal Home, 
 Where death no more shall part us, 
 
 And night shall never come ! 
 
 1S56. 
 
SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 j&unirag JHormng. 
 
 AGAIN the morn of gladness, 
 The morn of light, is here ; 
 And earth itself looks fairer, 
 
 And heaven itself more near : 
 The bells, like angel voices, 
 
 Speak peace to every breast, 
 And all the land lies quiet 
 To keep the day of rest. 
 Glory be to Jesus, 
 Let all His children say ; 
 He rose again, He rose again 
 On this glad day ! 
 
 Again, O loving Saviour, 
 
 The children of Thy grace 
 Prepare themselves to seek Thee 
 
 Within Thy chosen place. 
 Our song shall rise to greet Thee 
 If Thou our hearts wilt raise ; 
 If Thou our lips wilt open 
 
 Our mouth shall shew Thy praise. 
 Glory be to Jesus, 
 Let all His children say, 
 He rose again, He rose again 
 On this glad day ! 
 
92 SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 The shining choir of angels 
 
 That rest not day or night, 
 The crowned and palm-decked martyrs, 
 
 The saints arrayed in white, 
 The happy lambs of Jesus 
 In pastures fair above, — 
 These all adore and praise Him 
 Whom we too praise and love. 
 Glory be to Jesus, 
 Let all His children say; 
 He rose again, He rose again 
 On this glad day ! 
 
 The Church on earth rejoices 
 To join with these to-day j 
 In every tongue and nation 
 
 She calls her sons to pray : 
 Across the Northern snowfields, 
 
 Beneath the Indian palms, 
 She makes the same pure offering, 
 And sings the same sweet psalms. 
 Glory be to Jesus, 
 Let all His children say; 
 He rose again, He rose again 
 On this glad day ! 
 
 Tell out, sweet bells, His praises ! 
 
 Sing, children, sing His Name ! 
 Still louder and still farther 
 
 His mighty deeds proclaim \ 
 
SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 1874. 
 
 Till all whom He redeemed 
 
 Shall own Him Lord and King, 
 Till every knee shall worship, 
 And every tongue shall sing ! 
 Glory be to Jesus, 
 Let all creation say ; 
 He rose again, He rose again 
 On this glad day ! 
 
94 WHIT-SUXDAY. 
 
 THIS day the Lords disciples met 
 
 According to His word, 
 And waited for the promised Gift 
 
 Of their ascended Lord. 
 
 All Israel that happy morn, 
 From farthest West to East, 
 
 With gladness for the ripened corn 
 Kept their great harvest feast. 
 
 They pressed along the city streets, 
 
 And up the holy hill ; 
 And passed that upper chamber where 
 
 The faithful waited still. 
 
 But louder than the noise without 
 Came down the Wind Divine ; 
 
 And brighter than the morning sun, 
 Shone out the Fiery Sign. 
 
 Wondering the strangers gathered round 
 From Parthia, Libya, Rome ; 
 
 For each one heard the praise of God 
 In the dear tongue of home. 
 
WHIT-SUNDAY. 
 
 That mighty wind is silent now, 
 Those fires not seen to-day ; 
 
 But that great Gift our Master gave 
 Shall never pass away. 
 
 O greatest Teacher, surest Guide, 
 True Comforter, be here ; 
 
 Make all Thy children feel and know 
 That Thou indeed art near. 
 
 [Revised 1877.] 
 
CHILDREN'S FLOWER SERVICE. 
 
 O THOU Whose bounty fills the earth, 
 
 Accept the gifts we bring ; 
 For all their beauty, all their worth, 
 
 From Thy perfection spring. 
 
 These flowers that on our borders blow, 
 
 Or bloom beside the way, 
 And fill with fragrance and with glow 
 
 This holy place to-day ; 
 
 They make us happy, for they tell 
 
 Of Love unseen but sure ; 
 Let others then be glad as well — 
 
 The suffering and the poor. 
 
 To beds of anguish and of death 
 
 We send our store of flowers, 
 To whisper with their fragrant breath 
 
 Our Father's Love, and ours. 
 
 Take, Lord, our gifts ; though this fair show 
 
 To-morrow will be o'er ; 
 Yet that great Love of Thine, we know, 
 
 Abides for evermore. 
 
 Chelsea, June 6, 1880. 
 
CHILDREN'S HYMN FOR QUEEN VICTORIA'S JUBILEE. 97 
 
 ©ijtltrrm's J^gmn for (Queen T^ietorta's 
 Juttlee, 
 
 ENGLISH children, lift your voices 
 
 To our Father's throne on high ! 
 Many a land to-day rejoices, 
 
 Many a coast prolongs the cry — 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 Dusky Indian, strong Australian, 
 
 Western forest, Southern sea, 
 None are wanting, none are alien, 
 
 All in one great prayer agree — 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 God, who in her maiden meekness 
 
 Called her to her mighty task, 
 Perfected with strength her weakness, 
 
 Heard the prayer He bade her ask — 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 God with bounteous gifts supplied her, 
 Friends and statesmen wise and just, 
 
 One beyond all else beside her, 
 
 True and strong, in whom to trust — 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 G 
 
9S CHILD REX'S HYMN FOR QUE EX VICTORIA'S JUBILEE. 
 
 Then He sent the years of sorrow, 
 
 Took the one she loved the best, 
 Left her lonely, till the Morrow 
 
 Brings her His eternal Rest. 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 In that cup of sorrow holy- 
 Drank she love for hearts forlorn, 
 
 Homely kindness for the lowly, 
 Skill to comfort all that mourn. 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 Dearly, Lord, her people love her, 
 
 Gladly hail her golden year : 
 Let Thy shield be still above her, 
 
 Save from danger and from fear — 
 
 God, save the Queen I 
 
 Spare her long through changing seasons 
 
 Still to rule her subject isles ; 
 Guard her throne from war and treasons, 
 
 Wild revolt, and secret wiles. 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
 Then, when ends her long probation, 
 
 Earthly care and state laid down, 
 Grant her, Lord, Thy full salvation, 
 
 Grant her Life's unfading crown. 
 
 God, save the Queen ! 
 
TRANSLATED HYMNS. 
 
Suntraj). (35arlg iHorntna.) 
 
 Primo dierum omnium. 
 
 ON this the day when days began, 
 When first the light through darkness broke, 
 The day when God, for us made Man, 
 Arose from death and burst its yoke ; 
 
 With sloth cast off, we early rise, 
 As David rose by night to praise, 
 And ask from God's right hand supplies 
 Of pardoning and restoring grace. 
 
 On each who in this solemn hour 
 Of morning stillness comes to pray, 
 Father of lights, vouchsafe to shower 
 The fulness of Thy gifts to-day. 
 
 Cleanse Thou our heart from thoughts of sin ; 
 
 Restrain our life from all offence, 
 
 Let no unhallowed fire within 
 
 Be kindled through the gates of sense. 
 
 That this may be to Thee we cry : 
 Saviour, blot out our guilty past, 
 And grant us in Thy clemency 
 The gift of life with Thee at last. 
 1868. From Latin of St. Gregory the Great. 540 — 604. 
 
102 HYMN FOR NOON 
 
 jfymnn for fioon. 
 
 Jam solis excelsum jubar. 
 
 THIS is the hour when in full brightness glowing 
 From midmost heaven the beams of noontide dart, 
 
 When the high sun like shafts of fire is throwing 
 The quivering radiance from his golden heart. 
 
 Christ, our true Sun, the power of Whose revealing 
 Makes our cold world with glad new fire to glow, 
 
 Chase from cur souls the mists Thy Face concealing, 
 That love's clear orb to glorious noon may grow. 
 
 Glory to Thee, O Father, God most Holy, 
 Glory to Thee, O God the Son, our Lord ; 
 
 Who with the Spirit Blest, in reverence lowly 
 Now and to endless ages art adored. 
 
 From Latin of Charles Coffin. 1736. 
 
HYMN FOR THE NINTH HOUR. 
 
 Ksmn for tije §l\\\\\$ Jgour. 
 
 Rerum Deus tenax vigor. 
 
 O STRENGTH and Stay upholding all creation, 
 Who ever dost Thyself unmoved abide, 
 
 Yet day by day the light in due gradation 
 
 From hour to hour through all its changes guide ; 
 
 Grant to life's day a calm unclouded ending, 
 An eve untouched by shadows of decay, 
 
 The brightness of a holy death-bed blending 
 With dawning glories of the eternal day. 
 
 Hear us, O Father, gracious and forgiving, 
 Through Jesus Christ Thy co-eternal Word, 
 
 Who, with the Holy Ghost, by all things living 
 Now and to endless ages art adored. 
 
 From Latin. Fifth (?) Century. 
 
MIDNIGHT HYMX. 
 
 Jesu Defensor omnium. 
 
 JESU, Who alone defendest 
 
 All creation day and night, 
 Who in sure succession sendest 
 
 Hours of rest and hours of light ; 
 Grant us, O Thou Wondrous Keeper, 
 
 So to watch till life be past, 
 That with ready lamp each sleeper 
 
 May be found of Thee at last. 
 
 Here with nightly songs of blessing, 
 
 At Thy bidding, Lord, we stand, 
 Thine Almighty Name confessing, 
 
 Known and feared in every land ; 
 Meet it is that we adore Thee, 
 
 Whom the whole wide earth obeys ; 
 Let our prayer, then, we implore Thee, 
 
 Find its answer to Thy praise. 
 
 When the cry at midnight falleth 
 
 Loud upon the listening ear — 
 When the Lord His watchers calleth 
 
 Forth to meet Him drawing near, — 
 When in glad procession streaming 
 
 Into His celestial house, 
 Bright with crowns of martyrs gleaming, 
 
 Shall the virgins bring the Spouse ; 
 
MIDNIGHT HYMN. 
 
 When Thou biddest each believer 
 
 Welcomed to Thy Glory, Lord, 
 To become at last receiver 
 
 Of so mighty a reward ; 
 Then vouchsafe to count us worthy 
 
 That eternal joy to gain, 
 Which the soul of each before Thee 
 
 Now is thirsting to attain. 
 
 From the Mozarabic Breviary. (Spain, Eighth Century.) 
 
106 CHRISTMAS MORNING. 
 
 tCljustmas jjHornmg. 
 
 A SOLIS ORTUS CARDINE. 
 
 FROM East to West, from shore to shore, 
 Let every heart awake and sing 
 The Holy Child whom Mary bore, 
 The Christ, the everlasting King. 
 
 Behold, the world's Creator wears 
 The form and fashion of a slave ; 
 Our very flesh our Maker shares 
 His fallen creature man to save. 
 
 For this how wondrously He wrought ! 
 A maiden, in her lowly place, 
 Became in ways beyond all thought, 
 The chosen vessel of His grace. 
 
 The Spirit at the angel's word 
 Came on her as the Father willed, 
 And suddenly the promised Lord 
 That pure and hallowed temple filled. 
 
 He shrank not from the oxen's stall, 
 He lay within the manger-bed, 
 And He whose bounty feedeth all 
 At Mary's breast Himself was fed. 
 
CHRISTMAS MORNING. 107 
 
 And while the angels in the sky 
 Sang praise above the midnight field, 
 To shepherds poor the Lord most high, 
 The one great Shepherd, was revealed. 
 
 All glory for this blessed morn 
 To God the Father ever be ; 
 All praise to Thee, O Virgin-born, 
 All praise, O Holy Ghost, to Thee. 
 
 From Latin of Caslius Sedulius. (Fifth Century.) 
 
108 CHRISTMAS MORNING. 
 
 ©ftvistmas jjttonung. 
 
 ADESTE FIDELES LiETI TRIUMPHANTES. 
 
 OH come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, 
 
 Oh come ye, Oh come ye, to Bethlehem ! 
 Born upon earth, behold the King of Angels ! 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ! 
 
 He, God of God, and Light of Light begotten, 
 
 Comes to the world as a maiden's Child ; 
 He, Very God, begotten not created : 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ! 
 
 Sing, Choir of Angels ; raise your hymn of triumph ; 
 
 Sing, ye that stand around the Throne on high; 
 Glory to God, all glory in the highest ! 
 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ! 
 
 Thou Who didst deign to be born for us this morning, 
 
 Glory to Thee, O Jesu Lord ! 
 Word of the Eternal Father, now incarnate ! 
 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, 
 Oh, come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ! 
 
 1 87 1. From Latin. 
 
1871. 
 
 LENT. 109 
 
 lent. 
 
 SUMMI LARGITOR PRffiMII. 
 
 GIVER of the perfect gift ! 
 Only Hope of human race ! 
 Hear the prayer our hearts uplift 
 Trembling at Thy Throne of grace. 
 
 Though the accusing voice within 
 Speaks of many a wrong to Thee, 
 Thou canst cleanse from every sin, 
 Thou canst set the conscience free. 
 
 Who can save us, Lord, but Thou ? 
 Let Thy mercy shew Thy power ; 
 Lo, we plead Thy promise now, 
 Now, in this the accepted hour. 
 
 Oh ! may these our Lenten days, 
 Blest by Thee, with Thee be passed, 
 That with purer nobler praise 
 We may keep Thy Feast at last. 
 
 God the Holy Trinity 
 Grant the mercy we implore : 
 God the One, all praise to Thee 
 Through the ages evermore ! 
 
 From Latin. (Thirteenth (?) Century.) 
 
110 RASTER. (MORNING.) 
 
 ©aater, (f-ttormng.) 
 
 Salve Festa Dies. 
 
 " WELCOME, happy morning ! " age to age shall say ; 
 
 Hell to-day is vanquished ; Heaven is won to-day ! 
 
 Lo ! the Dead is living, God for evermore ! 
 
 Him their true Creator, all His works adore ! 
 
 11 Welcome, happy morning ! " age to age shall say. 
 
 Earth with joy confesses, clothing her for spring, 
 All good gifts returned with her returning King ; 
 Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough, 
 Speak His sorrows ended, hail His triumph now. 
 Hell to-day is vanquished ; Heaven is won to-day 1 
 
 Months in due succession, days of lengthening light, 
 Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight, 
 Brightness of the morning, sky and fields and sea, 
 Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee. 
 " Welcome, happy morning ! " age to age shall say. 
 
 Maker and Redeemer, Life and Health of all, 
 Thou from Heaven beholding human nature's fall, 
 Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son, 
 Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. 
 Hell to-day is vanquished ; Heaven is won to-day ! 
 
EASTER. (MORNING.) Ill 
 
 Thou, of Life the Author, death didst undergo, 
 Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show, 
 Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfil Thy word ; 
 'Tis Thine own Third Morning ! Rise, O buried Lord ! 
 " Welcome, happy morning ! " age to age shall say. 
 
 Loose the souls long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain ; 
 All that now is fallen raise to life again ; 
 Show Thy Face in brightness, bid the nations see, 
 Bring again our daylight : day returns with Thee ! 
 Hell to-day is vanquished \ Heaven is won to-day ! 
 
 368. 
 
 From Latin of Venantius Fortunatus. 530 — 609. 
 
WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 88Ri)it3ttntfte. 
 
 Beata nobis gaudia. 
 
 JOY ! because the circling year 
 Brings our day of blessings here ; 
 Day when first the Light divine 
 On the Church began to shine. 
 
 Like to quivering tongues of flame a 
 Unto each the Spirit came ; 
 Tongues, that earth might hear their call : 
 Fire, that Love might burn in all. 
 
 So the wondrous works of God 
 Wondrously were spread abroad ; 
 Every tribe's familiar tone 
 Made the glorious marvel known. 
 
 Hardened scoffers vainly jeered ; 
 Listening strangers heard and feared, 
 Knew the prophet's word fulfilled, 
 Owned the work which God had willed. 
 
 Still Thy Spirit's fulness, Lord, 
 On Thy waiting Church be poured ! 
 Once Thou on Thy saints didst shower 
 Mighty signs and words of power ; 
 
 a These four lines are from an earlier translation by the late Mr. R. C. 
 Campbell. For one or two other lines I am indebted to a friend. 
 
WHITSUNTIDE. 113 
 
 Humbler things we ask Thee now, 
 Gifts from heaven to men below ; 
 Grant our burdened hearts release, 
 Grant us Thine abiding peace. 
 
 From Latin of Fifth ( ? ) Century. 
 
114 TRINITY SUNDAY. 
 
 Crimtj? jruntiag. 
 
 Ter SANCTE, ter potens Deus. 
 
 THRICE Holy, Thrice Almighty Lord, 
 O Trinity unseen, unknown, 
 Eternal Light, in Whom is stored 
 A depth of gladness all Thine own ! 
 
 O Unity, for ever true ! 
 O Truth Who art for ever one ! 
 O Love, Who all creation through, 
 Perennial Fount of Good dost run ! 
 
 Though clouds and darkness wrap Thee round, 
 And veil the Light which none may see, 
 Though Angels shrink in awe profound, 
 And dread, yet burn, to look on Thee ; 
 
 Yet in Thy new creation, Lord, 
 Thy people know Thee by Thy Name, 
 And faith foretastes the sure reward 
 Which love already longs to claim. 
 
 Then grant us, Father, power to do 
 The work which Thou hast laid on each ; 
 And grant us, God the Son, to know 
 The heavenly wisdom Thou dost teach ; 
 
TRINITY SUNDAY. 115 
 
 And Thou, Holy Ghost, inspire 
 Our wills Thy counsels to approve, 
 What Thou desirest to desire, 
 And love whatever Thou dost love. 
 
 All gracious Father, hear our prayer, 
 And Thou with God the Father One, 
 Who with the Holy Ghost dost share 
 All power and all dominion ! 
 
 6. 
 
 From Latin of Claude Santeuil Magloire. 17 — . 
 
 June i, 18 
 
116 APOSTLES' DAYS. 
 
 apostles' Oars. 
 
 tEterna Christi Munera. 
 
 [Adapted in the thirteenth century from an earlier hymn attributed 
 to St. Ambrose.] 
 
 WE sing of Christ's eternal gifts, 
 The great Apostles of His choice ; 
 
 For them to-day the Church uplifts 
 
 In hymns of praise her thankful voice. 
 
 By these were mighty Churches ruled, 
 By these the holy fight was planned ; — 
 
 Captains in heavenly warfare schooled, 
 True lights to lighten every land. 
 
 The glowing faith with which they burned, 
 The undaunted hope by faith sustained, 
 
 The love from Christ's example learned, 
 Their victory over Satan gained. 
 
 So praise is to the Father brought, 
 The work of God the Son fulfilled, 
 
 The will of God the Spirit wrought, 
 
 The courts of heaven with gladness filled. 
 
 To God the Father and the Son, 
 And Holy Spirit, One and Three, 
 
 Before all time was praise begun, 
 And praise for evermore shall be. 
 
 1871. 
 
ALL SAINTS' DAY. 117 
 
 ail Saints' ©aj). 
 
 Sponsa Christi qtjje per orbem. 
 
 BRIDE of Christ, whose glorious warfare 
 
 Here on earth hath never rest, 
 Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs 
 
 Of the holy and the blest : 
 Joyous be the day we hallow, 
 
 Feast of all the Saints on high, 
 Earth and Heaven together blending 
 
 In one solemn harmony. 
 
 First the blessed Virgin-mother, 
 
 Reunited to her Son, 
 Leads the host of ransomed people 
 
 Who unfading crowns have won ; 
 John the herald, Christ's forerunner, 
 
 More than Prophet, heads the throng ; 
 Seer and Patriarch responsive 
 
 Unto Psalmist in their song. 
 
 Lo, the Twelve, majestic Princes, 
 
 In the court of Jesus sit, 
 Calmly watching, while the conflict 
 
 Rages far beneath their feet : 
 Lo, the Martyrs, robed in crimson, 
 
 Sign of life-blood freely spent, 
 Finding life because they lost it, 
 
 Dwell in undisturbed content. 
 
ALL SAIXTS' DAY. 
 
 All the saintly host who witnessed 
 
 Good confessions for His sake — 
 Priest and Deacon, world-renouncing, 
 
 Of their Master's joy partake ; 
 Virgins to the Lamb devoted 
 
 Following with steadfast love, 
 Bring their lilies and their roses 
 
 To the Marriage Feast above. 
 
 All their happy lot fulfilling, 
 
 God Omnipotent proclaim ; 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, crying, 
 
 Glory to His Holy Name ! 
 So may God in mercy grant us 
 
 Here to serve in holiness, 
 Till He call us to the portion 
 
 Which His Saints in light possess. 
 
 From Latin of Jean Baptiste Des Contes, Dean of Paris. 17- 
 [Revised 1887.] 
 
THE EXDLESS ALLELUIA. 
 
 £t)e l£nt)les.$ HUeluta. 
 
 Alleluia Perenne. 
 [Mozarabic Breviary. Week before Septuagesima.] 
 
 SING Alleluia forth in duteous praise, 
 Ye citizens of heaven ; sweetly raise 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 Ye Powers who stand before the Eternal Light, 
 In hymning choirs re-echo to the height 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 The Holy City shall take up your strain, 
 And with glad songs resounding wake again 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice 
 
 To render to the Lord with thankful voice 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 Ye who have gained at length your palms in bliss, 
 Victorious ones, your chant shall still be this. 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 There, in one grand acclaim, for ever ring 
 The strains which tell the honour of your King, 
 
 An endless Alleluia ; 
 
 This is sweet rest for weary ones brought back, 
 This is glad food and drink which ne'er shall lack, 
 An endless Alleluia : 
 
120 THE ENDLESS ALLELUIA. 
 
 While Thee, by Whom were all things made, we praise 
 For ever, and tell out in sweetest lays 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing 
 Glory for evermore ; to Thee we bring 
 
 An endless Alleluia. 
 
 1865. 
 
 Spain, Eighth Century ( ? ). 
 
THE NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 Hi)t iBtame of Jesus. 
 
 Gloriosi Salvatoris. 
 TO the Name that speaks salvation 
 
 Praise and honour let us pay, 
 Which before the world's creation 
 
 In the Father's Bosom lay, 
 But to every tongue and nation 
 
 By the Church is known to-day. 
 
 Name beloved, Name of Jesus ! 
 
 Name beyond what words can tell ; 
 Name that comforts, Name that pleases 
 
 Every heart which knows it well ; 
 Name that man from guilt releases, 
 
 Name that breaks the bonds of hell ! 
 
 Name for lowly adoration, 
 
 Name for high triumphant lays ; 
 
 Name for constant meditation 
 
 Through the world's perplexing ways ; 
 
 Name which yonder ransomed nation 
 Worthily alone can praise ! 
 
 Name of which the true proclaiming 
 To the ear like music cleaves ; 
 
 Name of which the very naming 
 On the lips its sweetness leaves ; 
 
 Name on which her musings framing 
 Light and joy the soul receives. 
 
THE SAME OF JESUS. 
 
 Name in worthiest honour planted 
 Over every name on high ; 
 
 Name whereby our foe is daunted, 
 Satan's hosts in terror fly ; 
 
 Name to man in mercy granted, 
 Timely succour to supply. 
 
 Thus with reverent awe we greet Thee, 
 Name most blessed to our sight ! 
 
 Holy Jesu, w T e entreat Thee 
 
 In our hearts Thy Name to write, 
 
 Till that face to face we meet Thee, 
 Gathered to Thy saints in light. 
 
 1871 
 
 From Latin of Fifteenth Century. 
 
RESTORATIOX OF A CHURCH. 123 
 
 Restoration of a <Et)urcij. 
 
 O Beat a Hierosalem. 
 
 O JERUSALEM the blissful, Home of gladness yet untold j 
 Thou whose countless throngs triumphal fill with joy thy 
 
 street of gold ; 
 Graven on thee new and glorious, they the King's own 
 
 name behold ! 
 
 Many are Thy sons, O Mother, yon august and shining 
 
 band ! 
 Gentle Peace in all thy borders makes thee glad, O happy 
 
 land! 
 Perfect is thy restoration, bright in holiness to stand. 
 
 Here, a figure of the Heavenly, shines our temple, worthier 
 
 grown 
 By its finished restoration based upon the Corner-stone, 
 With a majesty and beauty to the former house unknown. 
 
 Lord, we pray Thee, Master-Builder, Great and Holy, 
 
 enter in ; 
 Fill Thy sanctuary quickly, as our hallowing rites begin, 
 And Thyself its Consecrator rest for evermore therein. 
 
 Make Thy servants, though unworthy, temples of Thy 
 
 grace to be ; 
 Let us not in flesh or spirit prove disloyal unto Thee, 
 But in dedicated service praise Thy Name adoringly. 
 
124 RESTORATION OF A CHURCH. 
 
 Make, O Royal Priest, Thine altar here henceforth a 
 
 throne of light, 
 Ever held in highest honour, and with many a gift made 
 
 bright, 
 Ever blessed, ever peaceful, ever precious in Thy sight. 
 
 Yea, our hearts as sacred altars hallow for Thyself and bless ; 
 By the grace of Thy renewing perfect us in holiness ; 
 And Thy sevenfold gifts from Heaven may we evermore 
 possess. 
 
 Now to Thee through endless ages, O Most Holy Trinity, 
 Highest honour, power unmeasured, everlasting glory, be; 
 God for ever and for ever, Three in One, and One in 
 Three. 
 
 1887. 
 
 From Mozarabic Breviary. [Spain, Eighth Century.] 
 
JESU MOST PITIFUL. 
 
 Jesu jlftost pitiful. 
 
 Jesu Dulcissime. 
 
 JESU most pitiful, 
 
 Who from Heaven's throne 
 Camest to seek Thy sheep 
 
 Straying alone, 
 Thou art the Shepherd true, 
 Draw me to Thee anew, 
 
 Seal me Thine own ! 
 
 I am that wandering sheep, 
 
 Gone far astray ; 
 Save from the ravening wolf, 
 
 Jesu, his prey ; 
 Wash me from all my sin, 
 Make my heart clean within, 
 
 Loving Thy way ! 
 
 Comfort of weeping eyes, 
 
 Heart's truest mirth, 
 Fountain of tenderness, 
 
 Joy of the earth, 
 Good Shepherd, strong to save, 
 E'en from the opening grave, 
 
 Call Thou me forth ! 
 
126 JRSU MOST PITIFUL. 
 
 Bridegroom of Holy souls, 
 All fairest One, 
 
 Sweet as the honeycomb, 
 Clear as the sun, 
 
 Grant me to-day Thy grace, 
 
 Grant me to see Thy Face, 
 When life is done. 
 1868. 
 
ALL MY HEART TO THEE I GIVE. 127 
 
 &U Mn Heart to Eijre tf <©tbe. 
 
 Cor meum Tibi dedo. 
 
 ALL my heart to Thee I give, 
 
 Jesu, Lord most precious ; 
 Heart for heart do Thou receive 
 
 Jesu, King most gracious ; 
 Hearts alone Thou askest for, 
 
 Hearts are dear to Thee, Lord ; 
 Oh, to love Thee more and more, 
 
 As Thou lovest me, Lord ! 
 
 What return for love Divine 
 
 Can a creature render, 
 How repay a claim like Thine, 
 
 Human, close, and tender? 
 'Tis my heart Thou askest for — 
 
 Lo, I yield it Thee, Lord ! 
 Oh, to love Thee more and more, 
 
 As Thou lovest me, Lord ! 
 
 So within Thine open heart 
 
 Entering unbidden, 
 Mine may in its inmost part 
 
 Lie securely hidden ; 
 Thine Thou gavest me before, 
 
 I give mine to Thee, Lord ! 
 Oh, to love Thee more and more, 
 
 As Thou lovest me, Lord ! 
 
128 ALL MY HEART TO THEE I GIVE. 
 
 Here my heart is stablished fast ; 
 
 Here is rest securest; 
 Here can love repose at last ; 
 
 Here is safety surest ; 
 In the cleft of this dear Rock, 
 
 Where no foe can fray me, 
 Sheltered safe from every shock, 
 
 Jesu, Lord, I lay me ! 
 
 January 3, 1874. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Again the morn of gladness ... ... ... ... 91 
 
 Again Thou meetest in Thy way ... ... ... 38 
 
 All my heart to Thee I give ... ... ... ... 127 
 
 Another day begun ... ... ... ... 1 
 
 Before the day draws near its ending ... ... ... 4 
 
 Behold us, Lord, a little space ... ... ... 2 
 
 Break Thou to us, O Lord ... ... ... ... 64 
 
 Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare ... ... ... 117 
 
 Come forth, O Christian brothers ... ... ... ... 55 
 
 Day by day we magnify Thee ... ... ... 87 
 
 English children, lift your voices ... ... ... ... 97 
 
 Father, in Thy glorious dwelling ... ... ... 5 
 
 Father! Name of love and fear ! ... ... ... ... 32 
 
 From East to West, from shore to shore ... ... 106 
 
 Giver of the perfect gift ! ... ... ... ... 109 
 
 -Glory in the highest ! let our Church bells ring ... ... 68 
 
 God, Creator and Preserver ! ... ... ... ... 60 
 
 God of the living, in Whose eyes ... ... ... 80 
 
 God the Almighty, in wisdom ordaining .... ... ... 63 
 
 Hail to the Lord Who comes ... ... ... 14 
 
 Here in this peaceful time and place of rest ... ... ... 74 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
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 39 
 In the Name which holy angels ... ... ... ... 41 
 
 In the Name which earth and Heaven 
 
 Jesu most pitiful ... ... ... ... ... 125 
 
 Jesu Who alone defendest ... ... ... ... 104 
 
 Joy ! because the circling year ... ... ... 112 
 
 King Messiah, long expected ... ... ... ... 12 
 
 King of Saints, to whom the number ... ... 25 
 
 Lift the strain of high thanksgiving ! ... ... ... 45 
 
 Mary at the Master's feet ... ... ... ... 31 
 
 Now the labourer's task is o'er ... ... ... ... 36 
 
 O Father, all creating ... ... ... ... 34 
 
 O Father, bless the children ... ... ... ... 29 
 
 Oh come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant ... ... 108 
 
 Oh how fair that morning broke ... ... ... ... 16 
 
 O Jerusalem the blissful, Home of gladness yet untold ... 123 
 
 O Lord of life and death, we come ... ... ... 62 
 
 Once more Thy Cross before our view ... ... ... 18 
 
 On this the day when days began ... ... ... ... 101 
 
 Onward, brothers, onward ! march with one accord ... 54 
 
 O shining city of our God ... ... ... 82 
 
 O Son of God, our Captain of salvation ... ... ... 22 
 
 O Strength and Stay upholding all creation ... ... ... 103 
 
 O Thou in Whom Thy saints repose ... ... ... 52 
 
 O Thou Who givest food to all ... ... ... ... 66 
 
 O Thou Whose bounty fills the earth ... ... ... 96 
 
 Our day of praise is done ... ... ... ... 3 
 
 Praise our God for all the wonders ... ... ... 47 
 
 Praise our God, Whose open Hand ... ... ... 58 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Praise to our God, Whose bounteous Hand ... ... 57 
 
 Praise to the Heavenly Wisdom ... ... ... ... 23 
 
 Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise ... ... 9 
 
 Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise ... ... ... 10 
 
 Sing Alleluia forth in duteous praise ... ... ... 119 
 
 Sing, ye faithful, sing with gladness ... ... ... 77 
 
 Speak Thou to me, O Lord ... ... ... ... 84 
 
 Spirit of God, Whose glory ... ... ... ... 72 
 
 The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended ... ... ... 3 
 
 The hours of school are over ... ... ... 89 
 
 The Lord be with us as we bend ... ... ... ... 7 
 
 This day the Lord's disciples met ... ... ... 94 
 
 This is the day of Light ... ... ... ... 6 
 
 This is the hour when in full brightness glowing ... ... 102 
 
 Thou in Whose Name the two or three ... ... ... 11 
 
 Thou Who once for us uplifted ... ... ... 43 
 
 Thou Who senteth Thine Apostles ... ... ... 27 
 
 Thou Who wearied by the well ... ... ... 70 
 
 Thrice Holy, Thrice Almighty Lord ... ... ... 114 
 
 Throned upon the awful Tree ... ... ... 17 
 
 Thy Voice it is that calls us, bounteous Lord ... ... ... 76 
 
 To the Name that speaks salvation ... ... ... 121 
 
 " Welcome, happy morning ! " age to age shall say ... ... no 
 
 We sing of Christ's eternal gifts ... ... ... 116 
 
 We sing the glorious conquest ... ... ... ... 20 
 
 When the day of toil is done ... ... ... 83 
 
 Within Thy Temple, Lord, of old... ... ... ... 50 
 
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