ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE, APOSTLES:
Praise to Thee for those Thy champions
Whom our hymns to- day proclaim; One, whose zeal by Thee enlightened
Burned anew with nobler flame; One, the kinsman of Thy Childhood, Brought at last to know Thy Name. Praise to Thee! Thy fire within them Spake in love, and wrought in power;
Seen in mighty signs and wonders In Thy Church's morning hour; Heard in tones of sternest warning When the storms began to lower. Once again those storms are breaking; Hearts are failing, love grows cold; Faith is darkened, sin abounding;
Grievous wolves assail Thy fold: Save us, LORD, our One Salvation; Save the Faith revealed of old. Call the erring by Thy pity;
Warn the tempted by Thy fear; Keep us true to Thine allegiance, Counting life itself less dear, Standing firmer, holding faster, As we see the end draw near. Till, with holy Jude and Simon And the thousand faithful more, We, the good confession witnessed And the life- long conflict o'er, On the sea of fire and crystal
Stand, and wonder, and adore. GOD the FATHER, great and wondrous In Thy works, to Thee be praise; KING of Saints, to Thee be glory,
Just and true in all Thy ways; Praise to Thee, from Both proceeding, HOLY GHOST, through endless days. Amen.
All Saints' Day.
" What are these which are arrayed in white 427 robes and whence came they?" WHо are these like stars appearing, These, before God's Throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia, hark! they sing ,, Praising loud their heavenly King.
Who are these in dazzling brightness,
Clothed in GoD's own righteousness, These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess, Still untouched by time's rude hand?
Whence came all this glorious band?
These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng;
These, who well the fight sus tained,
Triumph by the LAMB havo gained.
These are theywhose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the GoD they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o'er, GOD has bid them weep no more. These, the ALMIGHTY contemplating, Did as priests before Him stand, Soul and body always waiting Day and night at His command: Now in God's most holy place Blest they stand before His Face. Amen.
" That they may rest from their labours." 428
THE Saints of GOD! their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword,
They cast them down before their LORD:
O happy Saints, for ever blest, At JESUS' feet how safe your rest! The Saints of GoD! their wanderings done,
No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appal: O happy Saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest!
The Saints of GoD! life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread. No roaring billows lift their head: O happy Saints! for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest! The Saints of GoD their vigil keep While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies:
O happy Saints! rejoice and sing;, He quickly comes, your LORD and King.
O GOD of Saints, to Thee we cry; O SAVIOUR, plead for us on high; O HOLY GHOST, our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end; That with all Saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with Thee. Amen.
" And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of God did lighten it and the Lamb is the Light thereof
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O HEAVENLY Jerusalem. Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessèd are the people Thou storest in thy walls..
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