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Litany of our Lord Jesus Christ.

LORD, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
CHRIST, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.
LORD, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON,
Holy GHOST, the Comforter,
Ever Blessed THREE in ONE,

Spare us, Holy Trinity.

Word Eternal, Uncreate,

Maker of the universe,

GOD of GOD, and Light of Light;

PART I.

Bruiser of the serpent's head,
Promised Seed of Abraham,
Lion of Judah, Shiloh blest;

Star of Jacob, Morning Star,
Healing Sun of Righteousness,
Glorious Day-Spring from on high;
Of our brethren, Prophet true,
Spoken of by Moses,

Angel of the Covenant;

Rose of Sharon, Spotless Flower,
Lily of the Valley,

Vine of Israel, Tree of Life ;

Stem of Jesse, Righteous Branch,
David's Root and Offspring,
David's Son and David's LORD;

Seed of the woman, Virgin-born,
Son of Blessed Mary,
Royal Babe of Bethlehem ;

Hear us, Holy JESU.

Hear us, Holy JESU.

Deliver us, O JESU.

Save ns, O Sweet JESU.

Messiah, Prophet, Priest and King,
GOD with us, Immanuel,

Very GoD and Very Man;

Long expected Prince of Peace,

Desire of many nations,

Great Physician of our souls;

Guide of the wanderer, sinner's Friend,
Rest of the heavy-laden,

Spouse of Virgins, Crown of Saints;

From all sin and fleshly lusts,
From the assaults of the devil,
From the world's deceitful pomp;

From all envy and pride of heart,
Hatred and maliciousness,
From all evil and deadly sin;

From the vengeance of Thy wrath,
Sword, or fire, or pestilence,
Pining hunger or sudden death;

From all heresy and unbelief,
Hardness and impenitence,

From all doubt or distrust in Thee;

PART II.

By Thy Virgin-Mother pure,
Giving birth to Thee Her GOD,
Maiden-Mother, Mother Maid;
By Thy suffering Infancy,
By Thy manger cradle,

Swaddling bands, and bed of straw;
By Thy journey, long and drear,
Flying from King Herod's wrath,
Outcast exile from Thy home;
By Thy foster-father's care,
By Thy Holy Childhood,
By Thy meek humility;

Save us, O Sweet JESU.

Child of labour, by Thy toil,
In the shop of Nazareth,
Working for Thy daily bread;

By Thy pain and hunger keen,
Fasting in the wilderness,
By Thy thirst at Jacob's well;

By Thy weary walk of love,
Seeking Thy lost sheep to save,
Saviour, Redeemer, Shepherd, True;
By Thy crying, grief, and tears,
Bloody sweat and agony,
By the kiss of treachery;

By Thy Look on Peter turned,
In the dreadful Judgment Hall,
Look of pardon, look of love;

By the Reed in mockery given,
By the purple Robe of shame,
Cruel scourge and Crown of Thorns;

By Thy Precious Death and Burial,
By Thy Triumph o'er the Grave,
Mighty GOD, Ascended LORD;

When the Archangel's Trump shall sound,
And the dead again shall rise,

Oh! in that dread Judgment Day;

V. The Word was made Flesh, and dwelt among us.

(Alleluia.)

R. And we have seen His glory. (Alleluia.)

V. The LORD be with you.
R. And with thy spirit.

Let us pray.

WE beseech Thee, O LORD, pour Thy grace into our hearts; that, as we have known the Incarnation of Thy SON JESUS CHRIST by the message of an angel, so by His Cross and Passion we may be brought unto the glory of His Resurrection; through the same JESUS CHRIST Our LORD. Amen.

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The Pilgrims of the Right.

''Strangers and Pilgrims upon the earth."

HARK! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore! How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Angels of JESUS!

Angels of light!
Singing to welcome

The pilgrims of the night.

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
Come, weary souls! for JEsUs bids you come !
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Angels of JESUS! &c.

Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of JESUS Sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd! turn their weary steps to Thee.
Angels of JESUS! &c.

Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of JESUS! &c.

Faber.

"When thou passest through the river, I will be with thee."'

We march to the land that was promised of yore,
With the Ark of GOD's Covenant going before.

O hark to the trumpet

Which sounds the advance!

All armed as to battle

With buckler and lance.

We march, &c.

Our wanderings are over,
The wilderness past;

Fair Canaan is spreading
Before us at last.

We march, &c.

Then why should I tremble,
My spirit why shrink?
Why halt in my marching

And pause on the brink?

Before is the land, that was promised of yore,
And the Ark of God's Covenant goeth before.

The foot of the High Priest
Has dipped in the tide,

The waters are standing
As walls on each side.

Before, &c.

For them no returning

Whilst traverse the bands
In the midst of the river
GOD's oracle stands.

Before, &c.

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