Around the throne of glory,
The Lamb ye shall behold,
In triumph cast before Him
Your diadems of gold.

4 Our hope and expectation,
O Jesus! now appear;
Arise, thou Sun so longed for,
O'er this benighted sphere!
With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of earth's redemption,
That brings us unto Thee!

"Behold, the Bridegroom cometh."-Matt. xxv. 6. Dumah,32.] 888.664.88. [NICOLAI, tr. by G. BARTHOLOMEW.

38 SLEEPERS, wake! a voice is calling ;

It is the Watchman on the walls.

Thou city of Jerusalem!

For lo! the Bridegroom comes.
Arise, and take your lamps.

Hallelujah!

Awake! His kingdom is at hand!

Go forth, go forth to meet your Lord!

"Go ye out to meet Him."-Matt. xxv. 6. Dumah, 32.] 888.664.8'8 [NICOLAI, tr. by C. WINKWORTь.

39 WAKE, awake, for night is flying,

The watchmen on the heights are
Awake, Jerusalem, at last! [crying;
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
And at the thrilling cry rejoices:
Come forth, ye virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes, awake,
Your lamps with gladness take:
Hallelujah!

And for His marriage-feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.

2 Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all her heart with joy is springing,
She wakes, she rises from her gloom;
For her Lord comes down all-glorious,
The strong in grace, in truth victorious,
Her star is risen, her light is come!

Ah, come, Thou blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
Hallelujah!

We follow till the halls we see,

Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.

3 Now let all the heavens adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbals' clearest tone:
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where we are with the choir immortal
Of angels round Thy dazzling throne;
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours;

But we rejoice, and sing to Thee
Our hymn of joy eternally.

"The Lord grant unto him that he may find mercy of the Lord in that day."-2 Tim. i. 18.

Dies Iræ, 100.] 888. [THOS. OF CELANO, tr. by W. J. IRONS.

40 DAY of wrath! O day of mourning!

See! once more the cross returningHeaven and earth in ashes burning!

2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth!

3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth!

4 Death is struck, and nature quaking--
All creation is awaking,

To its Judge an answer making!

5 Lo! the book exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded;-
Thence shall judgment be awarded.

6 When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.

7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding?

When the just are mercy needing. 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity! then befriend us. 9 Think, kind Jesu,-my salvation Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering bought me ;Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 11 Righteous Judge of retribution, Grant Thy gift of absolution,

Ere that reckoning day's conclusion! 12 Guilty, now, I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman savestThou the dying thief forgavestAnd to me a hope vouchsafest.

14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying!

15 With Thy favoured sheep O place me! Nor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded,

Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me! with Thy saints surrounded.
17 Low I kneel, with heart submission;
See, like ashes, my contrition-
Help me in my last condition!

18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning,
Man for judgment must prepare him ;-
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!
Lord, who didst our souls redeem,
Grant a blessed requiem. Amen.

29

The Holy Spirit.

"If I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but if I depart, I will send Him unto you.”— John xvi. 7.

Magdala, 351.]

41 QUE

UR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,

While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.

3 And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

[fear,

That checks each thought, that calms each
And speaks of heaven.

4 And every virtue we possess,
And every conquest won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.

5 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee.

6 O praise the Father; praise the Son;
Blest Spirit, praise to Thee;

All praise to God, the Three in One,
The One in Three. Amen.

"The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost."-John

Melancthon, 304.]

xiv. 26.

8.8. [Latin, tr. by DRYDEN. (?)

42 COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,

And lighten with celestial fire.
Thou the anointing Spirit art,

Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart:
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love;

2 Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight:
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy grace;
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.

3 Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee, of both, to be but One;
That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song:

Praise be to Thy eternal merit,

Thou Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

"Thou sendest forth Thy Spirit, they are created; and Thou renewest the face of the earth."-Ps. civ. 30. Gotha, 191.7

7.7. [ROBT. II. OF FRANCE, tr. by CASWELL.

43 HOLY Spirit! Lord of Light!

From Thy clear, celestial height
Thy pure, beaming radiance give;
Come, Thou Father of the poor!
Come, with treasures which endure;
Come, Thou Light of all that live!

2 Thou, of all consolers best,
Visiting the troubled breast,
Dost refreshing peace bestow;
Thou in toil art comfort sweet,
Pleasant coolness in the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe.

3 Light Immortal! Light Divine!
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill:
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay;
All his good is turned to ill.

4 Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.