110. ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. THE Lord, the Sovereign King, Hath fix'd His throne on high; O'er all the heavenly world He rules, And all beneath the sky. Ye Angels, great in might, And swift to do His will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. Let the bright hosts who wait And guard His people when they pray, While all His wondrous works Through His vast kingdom show Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing His praises too. 111. ALL SAINTS' DAY. FOR all Thy saints, O Lord, Who follow'd Thee, obey'd, adored, For all Thy saints, O Lord, Who counted Thee their great reward, S.M. S.M. They all, in life and death, For this Thy Name we bless, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in Thee. Amen. EMBER DAYS. 112. Veni, Creator Spiritus. COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above, Anoint and cheer our soiled face Keep far our foes, give peace at home; L.M. Teach us to know the Father, Son, Praise to Thy eternal merit, 113. COME, Holy Ghost, eternal God, Both from the Father and the Son, Visit our minds, into our hearts Thou in Thy gifts art manifold, Amen. C.M. By them Christ's Church doth stand: In faithful hearts Thou writ'st Thy law, The Finger of God's hand. According to Thy promise, Lord, Thou givest speech with grace; O Holy Ghost, into our minds Send down Thy heavenly light; Our weakness strengthen and confirm; Amen. 114. POUR Out Thy Spirit from on high; L.M. And clothe Thy priests with righteousness. Within Thy temple when they stand, Wisdom and zeal and faith impart, And love the souls whom Thou dost love; To watch and pray, and never faint; So, when their work is finish'd here, Amen. HOLY BAPTISM. 115. IN token that thou shalt not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thy brow, C.M. In token that thou shalt not fear In token that thou, too, shalt tread Thus outwardly and visibly We seal thee for His own; And may the brow that wears His cross 116. SAVIOUR, Who Thy flock art feeding While the lambs Thy bosom share: Now, these little ones receiving, Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let Thy tenderness so loving Keep them all life's dangerous way: Then, within Thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace. 8.7. Amen. |