Saintly maiden, godly matron, widows who have watch'd to prayer,

Join'd in holy concert, singing to the Lord of all, are there.

3 They have come from tribulation, and have wash'd their robes in blood,

Wash'd them in the blood of Jesus; tried they were, and firm they stood;

Mock'd, afflicted, scourged, imprison'd, stoned, tormented, slain with sword,

They have conquer'd death and Satan by the might of Christ the Lord.

4 Marching with thy cross their banner, they have triumph'd, following

Thee, the Captain of Salvation, thee, their Saviour and their King;

Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffer'd; gladly, Lord, with thee they died;

And by death to life immortal they were born and glorified.

5 Now they reign in heavenly glory, now they walk in golden light;

Now they drink, as from a river, holy bliss and infinite;

Love and peace they taste for ever, and all truth and knowledge see

In the beatific vision of the Blessèd Trinity.

6 God of God, the One-begotten, Light of Light, Emmanuel,

In whose body join'd together all the saints for ever dwell,

Pour upon us of thy fulness, that we may for ever

more

God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost adore. Amen.

270.

"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least [C.M.
of these my brethren, ye have done it unto
me."-MATT. xxv. 40.

1 FOUNTAIN of good, to own thy love
Our thankful hearts incline;
What can we render, Lord, to thee,
When all the worlds are thine?

2 But thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of thy grace,

Whose humble names thou wilt confess
Before thy Father's face.

3 In their sad accents of distress
Thy pleading voice is heard;

In them thou may'st be clothed, and fed,
And visited, and cheer'd.

4 Thy face with reverence and with love
We in thy poor would see;

For, while we minister to them,
We do it, Lord, to thee.

271.

"All things come of thee, and of thine own have
we given thee."-1 CHRON. xxix. 14.

1 O LORD of heaven and earth and sea,
To thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to thee,

Giver of all?

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2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruits thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, thou art there,
Giver of all.

3 For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Giver of all.

4 For souls redeem'd, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord, be given,
Who givest all?

5 We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,
Who givest all.

6 Whatever, Lord, we lend to thee
Repaid a thousandfold will be,
Then gladly will we give to thee,
Giver of all;

7 To thee, from whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give.
O may we ever with thee live,
Giver of all. Amen.

272.

1

"As every man hath received the gift, even so
minister the same one to another."-
1 PET. iv. 10.

WE give thee but thine own,
Whate'er the gift may be :

All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from thee.

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3

May we thy bounties thus

As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as thou blessest us,
To thee our firstfruits give.

O! hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,

And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold.

To comfort and to bless,

4

To find a balm for woe,

The Administration of the Lord's Supper, or Holy Communion.

273.

"LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS.

WE LIFT THEM UP UNTO THE LORD."

"Come; for all things are now ready."
LUKE xiv. 17.

1 My God, and is thy table spread?
And doth thy cup with love o'erflow;
Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all thy sweetness know.

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2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 Why are its bounties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the Victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?
4 O let thy table honour'd be,

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And furnish'd well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see
That here its sacred pledges tastes".

1 JESU, thou joy of loving hearts,

Thou Fount of Life, thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfill'd to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on thee call;
To them that seek thee, thou art good;
To them that find thee, All in All.
3 We taste thee, O thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon thee still:
We drink of thee, the Fountain-head,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill.
4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast:
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see;
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.
5 O Jesu, ever with us stay;

Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away;

Shed o'er the world thy holy light Þ.

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