228 [St. Michael and All Angels. Evening. THEY Come, GOD's Messengers of love, They come to watch around us here, But chiefly at its journey's end And whisper to the willing heart, 66 "O Christian soul, in peace depart.” Blest JESU, Thou whose groans and tears To earth in bitter sorrow weighed, Thou didst not scorn Thine Angels' aid; An Angel-guard to us supply, To GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON, Let joyful praise unceasing flow. Amen. 229 [St. Michael and All Angels. Evening. AROUND the throne of GOD a band Some wait around Him, ready still LORD, give Thy angels every day So shall no wicked thing draw near, Praise GOD, from Whom all blessings flow! Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST! Amen. 230 [Commemoration of the Invention of the Cross. Morning. O CROSS, whereby the Earth is blest, On thee the CHRIST was lifted high The Law that in thy form begins And freedom is restored once more. Then, by Thy Cross, O CHRIST, we pray, Who, of old time, upon the tree Our Ransom didst vouchsafe to be. The Unbegotten FATHER'S praise, And the Begotten Son's we raise; And equal laud and glory be SPIRIT of Both, for aye, to THEE! Amen. 231 [Commemoration of the Invention of the Cross. Evening. ARE our toils and woes increasing? Are the Foe's attacks unceasing? Look with Faith unclouded, Do we fear that strictest trial? Tremble we at CHRIST's denial? Never rest without it, Satan's cruel legions press us? Thoughts and works of sin distress us? It shall chase all terror Sweetest Cross! Draw we nigh to Jordan's river? Should we tremble? Need we quiver? Not if by it lying, On the Cross! LORD and MASTER! make us cherish This sweet hope, and never perish! For to THEE be glory, For the saving story Of the Cross! Amen. 232 [Commemoration of the Invention of the Cross. Morning or Evening. LORD, as to Thy dear Cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let Thy Life our pattern be, Help us, through good report and ill, Like Thee, to do our Father's Will, Our brethren's griefs to share. Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell, If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, "Father, Thy will be done." Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, O may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow Thee to Heaven! Amen. |