Alleluia thou resoundest,
True Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia joyful Mother,

All thy children sing with thee;
But by Babylon's sad waters
Mourning exiles now are we.

Alleluia cannot always

Be our song while here below;
Alleluia our transgressions

Make us for a while forego:
For the solemn time is coming

When our tears for sin must flow.

Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee,
Grant us, Blessèd Trinity,
At the last to keep Thine Easter
In our Home beyond the sky;
There to Thee forever singing
Alleluia joyfully. Amen.

"One cried unto another, and said, Holy, Holy, Holy."

431 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 Thy fulness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord."

Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels' cry,
"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:

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

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord."
Thus Thy glorious Name confessing,
We adopt Thy angels' cry,

"Holy, Holy, Holy," blessing

Thee, the Lord of hosts most High.

"And all her streets shall say, Alleluia.”

Amen.

432 SING Alleluia forth in duteous praise, O citizens of heaven; and sweetly raise

An endless Alleluia.

Ye next, 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 the rest for weary ones brought back, This is the food and drink which none shall

lack,

An 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. Amen.

"Put on the whole armour of God."

434 JESUS, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up,

And know Thou hear'st my prayer:

Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do-On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.

Give me a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill: A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss; Ready to take up and sustain The consecrated cross.

Give me a godly fear,

A quick, discerning eye,

That looks to Thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

Give me a true regard,
A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To Thee and Thy great Name;
Give me a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stag, Or wish my sufferings less.

I rest upon Thy word,
The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee;
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love. Amen.

"I have prayed for thee that thy faith fail not."
443 IN the hour of trial,
Jesus, plead for me;

Lest by base denial

I depart from Thee;
When Thou see'st me waver,
With a look recall,

Nor for fear or favour

Suffer me to fall.

With forbidden pleasures

Would this vain world charm;

Or its sordid treasures

Spread to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crown'd Calvary.

Should Thy mercy send me
Sorrow, toil, and woe;

Or should pain attend me
On my path below;