For all THY saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry,
Who counted THEE their great reward,
And strove in THEE to die.
They all in life and death,
With THEE, their LORD, in view, Learn'd from THY HOLY SPIRIT'S breath To suffer and to do.
For this THY Name we bless,
And humbly beg, that we
May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in THEE:
With them the FATHER, SON,
And HOLY GHOST to praise,
As in the ancient days was done,
And shall through endless days. Amen.
Patris Eterni Soboles coæva.
311 O Word of GOD above,
WHO fillest all in all,
Hallow this house with THY sure Love,
And bless our festival.
Grace in this Font is stor❜d
To cleanse each guilty child;
The SPIRIT'S bless'd anointing pour'd
Brightens the once-defiled.
Here CHRIST, of His own Blood,
HIMSELF the Chalice gives,
And feeds His own with Angels' Food
On which the spirit lives.
For guilty souls that pine
Sure mercies here abound,
And healing grace, with oil and wine,
For every secret wound.
GOD from His Throne afar
Comes in this House to dwell;
And prayer, beyond the evening star,
Builds here her citadel.
No wintry storm or shower
Shall harm this holy Home,
Nor, worse than they, the evil power
Which dwells within the gloom.
All might, all praise be THINE,
FATHER, WHOм all adore,
With SON, and COMFORTER divine,
Both now and evermore.
Calestis urbs Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, thou City blest,
Dear vision of celestial rest,
Which, far above the starry sky,
Piled up with living stones on high,
Art as a Bride, encircled bright
With million angel forms of light:
Oh, wedded in a prosperous hour!
The FATHER'S Glory was thy dower;
The SPIRIT all His graces shed,
Thou peerless Queen, upon thy head;
When CHRIST espous'd thee for His Bride,
O City bright and glorified!
Thy gates a pearly lustre pour;
Thy gates are open evermore;
And thither evermore draw nigh
All who for CHRIST have dar'd to die,
Or, smit with love of their dear LORD,
Have pains endur'd, and joys abhorr❜d.
Thou too, O Church, which here we see,
No easy task hath builded thee.
Long did the chisels ring around!
Long did the mallets' blows rebound!
Long work'd the head, and toil'd the hand,
Ere stood thy stones as now they stand!
TO GOD the FATHER, glory due,
Be paid by all the heavenly Host:
And to His only SON most true;
With THEE, O mighty HOLY GHOST,
TO WHOM praise, pow'r, and blessings be
Through ages of eternity. Amen.
313 From highest Heav'n, the FATHER'S SON Descending like that mystic stone
Cut from a mountain without hands,
Came down below, and fill'd all lands;
Uniting, midway in the sky,
HIS House on earth, and House on high.
That House on high-it ever rings
With praises of the KING of kings:
For ever there, on harps divine,
They hymn th' eternal ONE and TRINE;
We, here below, the strain prolong,
And faintly echo Sion's song.
O LORD of lords, Invisible !
With THY pure light this temple fill:
Hither, oft as invok'd, descend;
Here to THY people's prayer attend;
Here, through all hearts, for evermore,
THY SPIRIT'S quick'ning graces pour.
Here may the faithful, day by day,
In kneeling adoration pray;
And here receive from THY dear Love
The blessings of that home above;
Till, loosen'd from this mortal chain,
Its everlasting joys they gain.
To GOD the FATHER, glory due,
Be paid by all the heavenly host; And to His only SON most true;
With THEE, O mighty HOLY GHOST, TO WHOM praise, power, and blessing be, Through ages of eternity. Amen.
314 We love the place, O GOD,
Wherein THINE honour dwells;
The joy of THINE abode
All earthly joy excels.
It is the House of prayer,
Wherein THY servants meet;
And THOU, O LORD, art there
THY chosen flock to greet.
We love the sacred Font:
For there the HOLY DOVE
To pour is ever wont
His blessing from above.
We love THINE Altar, LORD;
Oh, what on earth so dear?
For there, in faith ador'd,
We find THY Presence near.
We love the Word of Life,
The word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in the strife,
And joys that never cease.
We love to sing below
For mercies freely given;
But oh! we long to know
The triumph-song of Heaven.
LORD JESUS, give us grace
On earth to love THEE more,
In Heaven to see THY Face,
And with THY saints adore. Amen.
O KING of Salem, PRINCE of Peace,
Bid strife among THY subjects cease;
One is our FATHER, One our LORD,
One body, SPIRIT, hope, reward:
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