97.

GLORY be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth, and man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.

Hail, by all Thy works adored!
Hail, the everlasting Lord!
All Thy glories we confess,
Infinite and numberless.

Holy Spirit, Thee we own;

Thee, O Christ, the only Son!

Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending men.

Praise the Name of God Most High;
Praise Him, all below the sky;
Praise Him, all ye heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

98.

PARENT of all, whose love display'd
Still rules the world Thy bounty made,
Fain would we raise the hymn to Thee,
In substance One, in person Three.

Fain would we chant to Thee the song,
Which through the ages all along
Is chanted by Thy heavenly train,
And earth resounds to heaven again.

Taught by Thy Word this festal day
Our homage of true faith we pay :
O in that faith preserve us still,
And shield us evermore from ill:

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That still our lips Thy praise may show,
And with Thy holy Church below,
Above with Thy angelic host,
Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

99.

WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent His own
Eternal Son,

To die for sin

That man had done.

To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with His blood

From everlasting woe:

And now He lives,

And now He reigns,

And sees the fruit
Of all His pains.

To God the Spirit's Name
Immortal worship give,

Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live:

His work completes

The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

P.M.

Almighty God! to Thee
Be endless honour done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails

With all her powers,
There faith prevails

And love adores.

100.

ROUND the Lord in glory seated,
Cherubim and Seraphim

Fill'd His temple, and repeated
Each to each the alternate hymn.

"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored;

Unto Thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord."

Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the Angels' cry,

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'Holy holy, holy,” singing,

"Lord of hosts, the Lord most high."

With His Seraph train before Him,
With His holy Church below,
Thus conspire we to adore Him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow.

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Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord."

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SAINTS' DAYS.

101.

WHO are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?
Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the Christ of God.

Out of great distress they came,
Wash'd their robes by faith below
In the blood of yonder Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow:
Therefore are they next the throne,

Serve their Maker day and night; God doth dwell among His own,

God doth in His saints delight.

He that on the throne doth reign
Them for evermore shall feed,
With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their griefs remove,
He shall all their wants supply;
God Himself, the God of love,

Tears shall wipe from every eye.

102.

THE saints on earth and those above

But one communion make;

Join'd to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of His grace partake.

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One family we dwell in Him:
One church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To His command we bow;

Part of the host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.

Lo! thousands to their endless home
Are swiftly borne away;

And we are to the margin come,
And soon must launch as they.

Lord JESUS! be our constant Guide:

Then, when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And show the path to heaven.

103.

THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;

Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And call'd on Him to save.

Amen.

C.M.